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“Slow your breath… still your hand… focus..." The wolven whispered into my ear, his paw guiding my aim over the running water.

In my hands was a long stick, a sharp knife fastened to the end as I aimed it towards a fish whose image waved below in the clear water.

I stood wide across two separate rocks, balancing as the wolven Terrik stood with me, paws next to my bare feet. He was practically hugging against me above the flowing water, giving me just enough room to move freely.

“Bring the point to the water, slow..." He spoke as I did just that, careful not to touch the surface and disturb the potential catch.

“Aim forward… and wait for the moment..." Terrik continued, letting go of my arm as he sat back to watch, his fur brushing lightly against my bare back.

I held still, breathing slowly and purposefully like Terrik had taught me. Then I saw the fish turn, its broad side in line with the blade.

With a quick jab forward I struck, the water splashing up as all the fish around us darted away on instinct. But my quarry held, wriggling as the blade pierced it.

“Aha!" Terrik celebrated seeing my success. I smiled and breathed out, I had been trying for a while to get a catch. But Terrik was a patient teacher, and now I had earned my own meal for the night.

Bringing the knife point out of the water the large fish flipped back and forth, unable to dislodge itself from the blade as it struggled on the end of the spear. Reaching out Terrik took the poor creature off the point and held it in his large paw.

“Duoh-Ri..." Terrik spoke with a guttural voice, before his wolven jaw opened wide, snapping down onto the fish. I heard the fish's skull crack under Terrik's jaws, its movements halted.

I watched curiously as Terrik looked down at the fish, almost sad as he regarded the meal.

“What did you say?" I asked, having never heard the native wolven language before.

“Oh yes… it's an ancient word of my people." Terrik explained, bringing his smaller knife out as he began to slice into the fish, blood spilling over his paw.

“The words translate to, 'I am sorry, Thank you.' Though the meaning is a bit more specific."

“Sorry? To a fish?" I said genuinely puzzled at the gesture to a creature who could not speak.

“I know humans feel different… But it's something very important to many wolven."

“When you take a life, it's always significant, this fish dies so that we may live. Its existence may have been simple, but to that fish it was everything."

“So we end its life and take it into ourselves so that we may live. But I must mourn the spirit for a moment."

I sat back as Terrik continued to gut the fish, letting its blood fall back into the water. I had never heard a sentiment like that before. And now I couldn't help but feel a little sad watching the disemboweled fish in Terrik's paws, I had been watching it for some time, swimming with the others as it went about its day.

“That's… really poetic, you believe everything has a spirit?" I said, remembering what little I had read about wolven culture.

Stepping off the rocks I followed Terrik towards the small fire we had readied.

“Yes, the spirit is the will of life. Even the land itself has a soul, as you would say, a will and a want. To prosper you must respect it, know it, be a part of it." Terrik finished gutting the fish, carving out the meat as I started the fire, using the tinderbox he carried with him.

Undoing the knife from the end of the spear I began cutting into a fish Terrik had caught earlier. Meanwhile the fire began to spark to life between us.

Minutes later we both sat and watched the bright pink meat roasting over the small flames.

The smell was enticing, we had even shared a rabbit the day earlier. I was actually surprised how well fed we both were wandering the deep wilderness.

“Terrik, if everything has a spirit, what happened to these fish we caught? What happens to a soul when its body is dead?" I asked, having been thinking over what he had said before.

“Like the body all spirits return from where they came. The ever flowing spring of life coursing through the earth." Terrik said, now looking out almost dreamily to the high treetops.

“And like life it will rise again, anew, refreshed, but different. Life can never truly be destroyed."

I listened closely to his words, much different from most everything I had heard of before. We were taught only humans had a soul, a special gift that elevated us above the other creatures of the world. I suppose many had to question that belief once another thinking, talking peoples came into human knowledge, a challenge to our dominance and uniqueness.

I was simply fascinated by Terrik's view of the world, so different and so relatively simple to the only ethos I had seen before.

After eating we doused the fire and continued on, making good progress south before night fell.

I was traveling without my tunic, letting the warm summer sun touch my skin as it glimmered down from the treetops.

Finding a spot by a large tree we sat down to the ground. I had become too used to lazy travel on horseback, now feeling my boots hugging tightly around my feet. I sighed out in relief as I removed them, my feet stretching out against the dirt.

Looking over Terrik sat back on his hind paws. Long heels flat on the ground as his body held upright.

My eyes fell between his furry legs, watching the bulbous shape of his sheath and balls hanging down from his bare groin. Staring I focused on that sheath, that soft pouch of flesh concealing Terrik's delightful canine organ. I had been waiting for a few hours now to stop, knowing Terrik would be ready to have some fun before we went to sleep for the night.

Looking up Terrik's paw held to his long chin, grinning down to me and my blatant lust.

“Got something on your mind?" He asked coyly, widening his stance and letting his sheath hang and wobble from his groin.

I watched as the sheath jutted forward, pivoting at its base. Stretching out I saw a bit of the red point peak out of the tip.

“Well… we could… if you wanted..." I said, still feeling odd just asking for sex.

“Its cute..." Terrik chuckled, removing the bow and knives from his body, letting them fall by a log to our side.

“You sound as if I haven't been waiting just as long to get my paws on you..." He said in his usual smirking manor, standing as he started to unfasten the rest of his gear.

“I just can't believe… how easy this is..." I said, standing up along with Terrik.

“Hey now! I'm not too much of a trollop." Terrik chuckled, mocking indignity as he finished removing the rest of his gear. I couldn't help but smile back to him, that smooth, casual attitude of his always putting me at ease.

“Yeah, you're a COMPLETE trollop." I quipped back, having gotten more secure around this wolven and knowing his limits, which were practically non existent when it came to having fun.

“I am simply an opportunist." He proclaimed, bare arms shrugging playfully at my jab.

“Lucky me..." I smiled, reaching over as my fingers graced the underside of his sheath.

Gripping around Terriks member I steadied it between my fingers. The shape wobbled from the base, the curious bone in his member keeping it straight and pointed as he gently thrust against my hand. The fur of his sheath was especially soft, giving a pleasant, soothing sensation as I stroked with a slow, tender care. I was already feeling him firming up, the sheath growing wider within my hand.

“Can't keep those hands off me?" Terrik whispered, body standing wide to let my hands roam further.

“I just have to touch..." I said, kneeling in front of him as my focus narrowed to his canine cock.

“Then touch all you want..." Terrik whispered down, the voice as lustful and needy as I felt.

My hand continued to grope at Terrik's heavy sheath, fur running between my fingers as I felt the firm, strait, organ pulsing within. This close even I could smell him, a dark musky scent that was raw and male, i'm sure a wolven would get much more out of this scent alone.

Leaning closer I looked to the tip, watching as the shaped opening of his hefty sheath flexed, the pointed member slipping in and out as my motions grew more eager.

“Mhhh…. " Terrik moaned, leaning back as his body held against the tree behind him. I could hear his claws touch the bark, pressing against it as he settled, hips thrust forward to my curious hands.

Looking up I could already see Terrik's eyes growing heavier, large jaw agape as he reveled in my slow caresses. He knew what my fingers could do now, his anticipation oozing as I felt warm fluid run down a finger.

I was enraptured, feeling this male's flesh against my hand, his soft fur against my skin as his body subtly arched, every motion begging for more, pleading to me.

After all that we had done, whatever shyness once passed through my mind about Terrik had long since disappeared. I just wanted to grip his firm knot in my hands again, to feel that long slapping tongue running over my cock. It was so raw and crude, so very satisfying.

Pulling his heavy sheath forward I gripped around the end, sliding it down as I watched the red shaft come free.

I could feel the pulsing of his member through the withdrawing sheath, heartbeat growing as his ears went flat, submissive at the pleasure coursing through him.

Already I was hard within my pants, having not bothered to remove them yet. My hips pushed forward, letting my member slide and press against the fabric, giving a delightful preasure as I grew more heated.

I opened my mouth, tentatively reaching out as my tongue flicked against the still flexible tip of Terrik's member. I could taste him, a strong metallic taste as my cautious tongue returned again, sliding over the hardening canine member before my lips closed around him.

“That's very nice..." Terrik whispered encouragingly, smiling as I glanced back up again. My tongue explored, pressing over the flexing tip of his canine cock, his arousal growing firmer in my grip.

Reaching Terrik's forming knot I pushed his flesh over and around the shape, easing the furry pouch into position at his base. My eyes traced over the shape, now only a semblance to the full, glorious form it would soon take.

“Uhggg… yeah..." Terrik moaned, hips pressing against my gripping hands.

At that very moment I felt a gush of warm fluid smack into the back of my throat, washing over my tongue. The canine precum splashed into my senses. My eyes shot wide at the suddenness of it, hand closing firmly around Terrik's knot as my lips slipped opened at the shock.

In another moment a smaller gush of fluid sprayed into my mouth as a few drops rolled over my lips. I quickly sealed my lips around Terrik's cock again, the pointed tip letting loose more of his male essence against my tongue.

I was a little awestruck once again, feeling Terrik's fluid squirting so powerfully. It was so unlike human seed, very thin and copious. My tongue swam through the puddle collecting in my mouth, tasting everything as my eyes closed and savored the lurid, sinful act I was eagerly performing.

The sharp, male taste of his cum washed over my tongue and soaked into my mind. He had been so eager to taste me before, taking every drop I had to offer without hesitation or shame. I was determined to do the same. Squeezing even harder around his knot as he squirt, feeling him arching and groaning at the attention.

My other hand fell to Terrik's thigh, petting through the fur before my palm settled around his testes. Carefully and gently feeling the tight shapes within as my fingers stroked and manipulated the furry sack.

His whole body was a delight against my hands, the soft, smooth texture of the fur and the light cushion of its volume. Even with the air of lustful indulgence it gave me a sense of tranquility.

Feeling my mouth reaching its capacity I refocused myself and swallowed carefully, feeling the warm fluids sliding down my throat. With a breath out through my nose I gulped again, drinking it all down to make room for more.

The grip of my hand tightened, feeling Terrik's knot bulging out as he neared full engorgement. My head pushed forward, lips sliding over the smooth surface of the canine cock. I cradled the mass deep against my tongue, even more of Terrik's lurid taste washing over me as he gushed down my throat.

I struggled, feeling unable to comfortably take any more as Terrik's knot held outside my lips. I'm not sure any human mouth could reasonably take it all, considering the sheer size of the bulb of flesh I was holding onto. But my wolven partner seemed more than satisfied, body trembling as his hips thrust forward against me, my hands and mouth locked tight around his cock.

“Yes… oooh yes…" Terrik hissed, gasping up into the air as the cock in my grasp reached its limit, flesh taut and bulging under my fingers. Squeezing harder both my hands were now on his knot, fingers rhythmically pressing all over the shape, sliding around its extents and down to its base.

“So.. tight...Nnnhh… NGHHH…" Terrik panted above me. Within my mouth he continued the endless squirting, challenging me to drink it all down as he reached his peak.

Almost wheezing and panting Terrik's motions grew less frantic, settling against the tree as he breathed and pulsed.

I still focused on his cock, lips sliding up and down the smooth shaft as my hands held firm in the way that seemed to give him so much, elongated pleasure.

Suddenly I felt Terrik's paw fall to my head. Tentatively his pads tussled my hair, almost petting me as I sucked down his squirting cock.

Looking up I met Terrik's eyes, low as he panted, body arching forward under my touch.

“You've gotten so good at this… " He cooed, claw tips combing through my hair as I smiled back. It was an odd feeling, having this male act so affectionate towards me. He looked to me with a wild smile, enjoying every touch I gave him in earnest.

Pulling my lips back I came to his tip, tongue running over the bulging shape. Under my tongue I felt the texture, dipping into the divot before gliding down and flicking his squirting point. My lips closed over the tip. All the while Terrik's paw pet against my head, gently encouraging me between his spread legs.

I must look ridiculous, bare chested, on my knees, pants stretching with my arousal as I sucked down wolven cock, gasping between swallows as I teased his end with my lips. But I choose to own it, delighting in every moment, a smile etched onto my lips. I had never been so sexual, so aroused, so fulfilled. My enthusiasm only seemed to spur Terrik further, our combined passions swirling together as we met one another as lust driven males, I had never felt anything like it.

“I… I want to taste you..." Terrik begged, looking down as my pleasured eyes opened. I felt my cock pushing to be free, pre staining my pants from the anticipation of my own turn.

One hand slipped from Terrik's knot as I scrambled to unfasten my pants. Above, Terrik's paw fought with my fingers for a moment as I handed his knot back to him. With that Terrik dropped to his heels, sitting against the tree as I rose up, pants dropping to my feet, erection springing up between my bare legs.

Terrik's long tongue slapped hard against the side of my member, the wet, strong organ wrapping and pulling against my cock before his open maw came down around me. Terrik's jaws held wide, lips and tongue sloppily playing with my cock as I throbbed between his jaws.

Terrik's eyes closed as I heard his nose huffing desperately, face strained as his own cock squirted below. His control was amazing, his tongue slapping, sliding, then catching my firm erection as I was wrapped in his warmth, left sopping wet and warm all over.

Gasping once more Terrik's jaw closed, his teeth gently holding my cock as his delicate, experienced mouth slathered over me. I wouldn't last much longer, watching spittle drip from Terrik's maw, my cock snuggly inside.

“Do it… make me cum.." I breathily whispered, hand steadying myself against Terrik's head as he eagerly took my suggestion, paws gripping against my rear as he pulled me in hard.

I gasped, body tightening as I felt it rushing forward. My toes held my weight, heals pushing high as my whole body stretched against Terrik's muzzle, his nose huffing into my groin. Both my hands pressed against his head as I desperately closed towards the peak.

“MHhhhh yeah…." I moaned, cock twitching and jumping within the wolven muzzle as I came. Another load of my cum let loose, meeting the eager wolven tongue as I shuddered at every hot pass of Terrik's tongue over my spurting glans. My eyes closed tight, gasping into the air as I rode it out, surging higher as Terrik sucked down every drop I splashed into his eager muzzle.

Gravity pulled me back down, feet planting onto the ground once again as I felt Terrik's paws loosen, his tongue now slow and soothing as he cleaned out his cum filled muzzle.

Holding my cock I pulled it from Terrik's lips, dripping with the sticky mess I was quickly getting accustomed to. My cock still held firm, struggling to stay hard as it hung between us.

Terrik looked at my organ with lidded eyes, panting as a look of drunken pleasure held upon him. Terrik's species was astounding in their sexuality, what it must be like for him, still hard and squirting, now panting as his body echoed with the long release that was persisting even now.

Terrik leaned back against the tree trunk, red cock pointing high in his paws. I sat as well, sliding down next to the wolven as my hand ran down his thigh to touch his throbbing cock without hesitation.

Terrik's head turned, panting muzzle looking to me through hazy, lustful eyes.

“Think you're getting used to this?" He smiled, paw rubbing slowly over my groin as faint echos of arousal struggled to return.

“I've never came so much… your gonna suck me dry..." I spoke, cracking a smile at the thought. Terrik chuckled, seeming to be considering my subtle challenge.

“Us males are made to cum, your body can handle it..." He teased.

I smiled, eyes closing as the exertion of the day's trek caught up with us both, leaning against the large tree as my slow breath and Terrik still labored panting was punctuated by the intermittent spurting of canine fluids onto the dirt below.

Our bare arms rubbed as we touched one another, fur against skin as another pair of orgasms faded behind us.

I wasn't really looking forward to going to sleep, the ground made a poor bed and my body had difficulty waking up without some kind of cramp. Terrik seemed comfortable with the arrangement, saying he had gotten used to it, his canine body curling inward as he fell into an alertful half sleep. Maybe it was his fur, like a soft blanket around his body, he would not feel the chill of the night or the hardness of the ground.

In many ways he was free of so many things that kept me awake at night. Growing up he never had to fear his own body, to doubt his own interests, to question the world that had been constructed around him. It was far more than his shape and fur that set us apart, yet we sat under the same tree, smiling together at our mutual pleasure.

Coming back to reality I felt Terrik's paw settling onto my leg, my hand continuously petting up and down as his long fur soothed me. I had thought this was just a sexual outlet, an easy way to feel the pleasure I had so little opportunity to indulge in. But as I sat It seemed like I was slipping further than expected, his touch was more than pleasing, it was comforting.

I tossed and turned during the night, hugging against myself to shield from the chill. Despite it all I was still able to get enough rest, now noticing light against my eyelids as the night came to an end. opening my eyes I could hear Terrik stirring nearby as the dawning sun came streaking across the woods.

I sat upward, reaching to my neck as I lightly stretched and cracked it, spine struggling to straighten back to normal as I sat.

Looking over I saw a curious thing. Terrik's beaded pendant had been removed from his neck, the only time I had ever seen it come off. He now held it above his bowed head in both paws, elbows wide. His whole body held eerily still as he curled inward, hind paws clasped together against the dirt.

I held almost as still as he did, not wanting to interrupt. I had awaken long after him before, I must have missed whatever he was doing now, the morning light glancing over his folded ears.

He held for another minute as I sat and watched. Then slowly his head rose, muzzle pushing into the hanging straps of the pendant as it fell back around his neck with a practiced grace.

Terrik turned directly to me, seeming to know I was watching.

“Good morning." The wolven spoke, remaining sitting as the stance relaxed into a more natural state.

“Oh, I hope I didn't interrupt your morning prayers... That is what you were doing right?" I asked, hoping I would not be seen as rude to my host.

“I suppose you can call it that, it's just something that helps me start the day and remember what I have learned."

“So it's not a normal wolven custom?" I asked.

“We all find our own ways to express our connection to the world, this is one of mine."

“If you don't mind, what were you praying for? Protection?" I asked, knowing most people would pray for safety at the start of the day.

“One cannot ask for something like that, I can only look back and smile at what I have... The ritual started when I was on my lonely trek, the test to become a wilderness scout." Terrik was now standing, all his gear on him as we began to walk. I still was almost jarred by how quickly we could get going, not even a repack and cleanup, just grab a few things and start walking.

“It was over a month into the test, I had been doing well at first, using all my training and knowledge of the forest to comfortably feed myself. But for over a week my traps had been failing. My spear would snap and my quarry would flee at every attempt."

“I was growing desperate, I had never been so hungry. Every moment I felt my strength fading, each step forward sapping me a little more. Soon I would need to break open the rations and fail the test, or I would perish."

“For a few days I felt as if I was being followed, but there was no scent as the feeling came and went."

“Then one day as I lay, trying to rest I saw a white raven fly overhead. An unearthly color and air about the creature as I immediately awoke."

“I had heard of such spirits, or guardians to those in need. So eagerly I followed, only a crude spear and a small pack on me."

“Despite my fading strength I was able to keep up, almost as if it was waiting for me."

“Then I saw him, a large boar coming the other direction, a black raven flying overhead before both birds took roost above us. Watching down as their purpose was revealed. I did not need to seek a shaman to understand the meaning."

“The boar was thin, its previous strength waning as we both stared to each other with ravenous desperation."

“We locked eyes, I could see myself in the animal, weak, fragile and desperate. Another spirit who knew what we must do. This was our test, failure was death."

“Not wasting another moment the boar charged, tusks forward as I lowered my spear and rushed in, bracing myself for the worst."

“It was bloody, my spear broke off in its thick hide, Tusks scratched against my flesh, my claws grasping and teeth biting as we fought for our lives."

“I was disarmed, but In the chaos I gained an opening and got under his chin, clamping my teeth upon his throat… I could feel it scream as I bit down and tore. My jaws did their job as the struggle ended with one last desperate rattle of his body."

“I had never killed anything with my jaws like that... tools always make it easier and less personal. But I felt every terrible struggle, tasted hot blood as I ripped life from the creature."

“So when I whispered Duoh-Ri down to the boar I felt as if I had never truly understood the meaning until then. He was just like me, only a moment of opportunity separating us with life and death."

"And above the ravens watched, silently regarding me before they fluttered away, disappearing as if into a mist. I stood not as a victor, but simply the one who would see tomorrow."

“You grow up learning about the world and how everything is connected, but until you look down and feel your muzzle dripping with blood, staining your fur, body battered and reeling, paws trembling can you know how humble, fragile and strong you really are."

“In those moments I was no greater than the boar, just another creature, one mistake away from utter demise."

“So every morning I remember that boar, the one who may have been roaming these woods in my place. I thank the spirits for every dawn that I can wake and celebrate another day in the world." Terrik finished, holding the pendant in his paws, I could now see it was carved bone, the crude shape of a dawning sun among the beads.

I looked to Terrik as he finished the story, after having known him it was hard to imagine the scene. Terrik seemed so kind and gentle, but his people seemed so much more connected to that primal part of us all. I could understand what he was saying, I had my own moments where danger was so close, the blood pumping hard as you fight with a fever you never knew you had.

“Everyone in the village are always eager to hear the tales when new scouts return, every journey has its story and lesson. We all come back feeling more connected to the earth than ever before. To see yourself as but a small spec in the larger cosmos. Insignificant, yet greatly connected to the whole."

“Are those the tenets of wolven religion?" I piped up, wanting to know where Terrik's experience and wolven tradition differed.

“Yes, every storyteller and shaman has their own variant to the tales, but always we remember that we are a part of this world, all children of the earth mother in body and spirit."

“It sounds so different to what I've been taught…" I responded, looking back to the many sermons, readings and lessons I had endured over the years.

Turning to me Terrik had his ears raised, curiosity also within him.

“If you don't mind me asking, I've never heard much about your people's beliefs. You worship a creator right?"

“Yes, god is worshiped as the father of the world. The one who shaped the earth, instilled life to all and guides the faithful back to himself."

“That's what the star around your neck means?" Terrik remarked to the silver pendant against my now bare chest.

“Yes, it's a symbol of the light of creation, the spark that started it all." I said, holding the star in my hand, finger glancing over its smooth surface.

“So you go to a church? What's it like?" Terrik asked, always curious to human traditions.

“When I was little my family went to the city chapel, I really enjoyed those days. We would sit around and hear great stories of ancient heroes, miraculous moments and inspiring truths. The eternal struggle between good and evil, charity for the lost and destitute, battles large and small." I smiled, remembering how simple and grand everything seemed back then. I had had the pendant since I was a child, unable to let it go.

“It was told humans were uplifted above all others to rule the earth… I don't think wolven were ever in those stories." I smirked to Terrik, those tomes were written long before humans knew there was another species on this world that could challenge us, I suppose it seemed much more straightforward back in those days, far across the ocean from here.

“That was a bit of a shock for both of our peoples, we never knew just how large the world could be until then." Terrik remarked, both of us chuckling at the mutual surprise that must have been felt in those first meetings.

“When I was young I really felt it, that the creator was always with me, my life preordained and protected..."

“You don't feel like that anymore?" Terrik said, hearing the forlorn tone in my voice.

“Yes... A sickness spread through the city, many people fell ill and most did not recover. My mother and father both got sick… we tried everything..." My voice lowering as the tone of the conversation changed.

“We bought expensive elixirs that only seemed to make things worse, priests would come by and pray for them. And every night I would clasp my hands and beg that they be spared, I made so many bargains, so many promises of what I would give, what I would do if they just got better."

“But they never did... I ended up on the street like so many at the time, the city could barely handle the dead let alone the survivors. My world was shattered, forsaken in body and spirit."

“I am so sorry Warren… you had to live on the streets?" Terrik looked back with empathy, ears lowering as his muzzle held low.

“Yes, I spent over half a year sleeping in alleys, begging for a meal and stealing one when I had to. I fought often, the chaos of the city claimed many like me." When Terrik had spoken of his own struggles I understood well what it was like to be hungry and dire.

“I stopped praying, I stopped even caring, everyday was about survival, just struggling to exist in a world that tried its best to ignore people like me."

“Didn't you have any other family? Couldn't someone take you in?" Terrik asked, honestly confused.

“My aunts did not want another child to look after, I was only a burden to everyone… forgotten in a sea of misery at that time."

“Then one day a knight in full armor came up to me on the street, I almost ran away, fearing I was going to be punished for one of my many misdeeds. But he only asked if I was hungry and invited me to join him inside for a meal."

“Astoundingly, he offered me a place in the order if I pledged loyalty to the Knights of Lancet. I would never have to go hungry and lost again."

“I did just that, having no other choice but face another cold night on the street. I met so many other boys in training with the same story, it seems the sickness brought much opportunity for new recruits. At the time I was content, I had a bed and a purpose, the knights were well known to me as noble protectors of the law."

Still walking alongside Terrik I sighed, I had never really gotten to share things like this before. It was strangely comforting to speak openly about things that I had kept inside for so long.

“But things were not as I expected, the uplifting sermons of my youth were replaced with long righteous rambles by preachers on the edge of madness. God was now a thing to be feared, the punisher of the wicked and smiter of the impure."

“I went along with it, clasping my hands and saying the words, but I never felt it like before. Everything had become muddled, a far stretch from the creator I once thought I knew.“

“Part of me still wants to believe, but it's hard... I just want that simple comfort again, to know this all isn't some awful joke. I don't know how many more in the order feel the same way, because no one would dare speak up about it." I said, giving only a frustrated sigh as we continued to walk through the tranquil forest.

“The shamans always say that one must discover their own spirit from within. I hope you find peace with your maker." Terrik spoke, the sentiment of his words resonating with me.

“I hope so, though things aren't all bad." I said, hoping not to let myself fall too far into despair, there were many who were far worse off than I.

We continued the journey south making good time through the woods, we hunted and stopped now and then to tend to one another.

It was like a bizarre dream, I had gotten so used to holding my sexuality back, struggling to ignore every erection and lurid thought until I could find a moment alone to quickly let it loose.

But now Terrik almost seemed to sense when I had dirty thoughts on my mind, erection pushing against my pants. Then he would turn, drawing the fabric apart as I sunk into his soft muzzle. So many times I came against his tongue, paws on my body as another orgasm let loose between his lips. Then he would withdraw, my cock dripping wet before I reached lustily for his own.

I was feeling a bit different, my body somehow more relaxed than normal. And the feelings didn't grow less novel, I still gasped eagerly every time Terrik's warm tongue covered me, the promise of another surge of pleasure as my knees grew weak from many hours of sexual expression and exploration.

I was growing very fond of Terrik's body, his once strange sheath, knot and canine functions now familiar and even more alluring. My fingers grew adept at caressing him, unsheathing him and gripping his knot in just the right way to make the male moan and pant.

Again and again I would hold and stroke his cock, the mass of pulsating flesh spraying into my mouth or against my bare body. We would sit face to face, legs over one anothers as our cocks pressed together, my hands and Terrik's paw running up and down our lengths as I felt his hot cum dripping down us both. And then I would grunt, mouth held in some wild grin as I came, shooting my load between us as we both sat drenched in the combined mess.

I should have been disgusted, this inhuman creature, this male, spraying his seed between us, the lurid scent holding on us both. But I relished it, looking forward to every stop we made along the journey.

Over a week spent on foot, more nights by a fire and the warmth of Terrik's member in my hands and the certainty of an joyous climax in his capable care.

But everyday I went to sleep a little sadder, now I could count the days until we reached the city and the end of our time. And with that another question came to my mind, why was I yet again unwilling to see him leave.

Seeming to sense my worries Terrik had us stop by a large river, saying we were going to take the whole day to rest. It was true my feet were sore from day after day of walking, though Terrik seemed as spry as he always did.

It was nice to take the time to fully bathe in the clear water, Terrik producing a small bar of soap from one of his pouches as it passed between us. I suppose it was better suited to wolven fur, but it did just fine to scrub my dirty skin.

I couldn't help but snicker as I looked over and saw Terrik, his fur heavy with water as it hung and clung to his lithe body. He looked quite silly, normally smooth fur now sticking out and clinging to his form in wet spikes.

My laugher was met with a grin and a splash of water from the big wet canine. I returned the gesture, slashing high as we both laughed.

I had never felt so carefree, both of us just laughing and playing in the cool water like a couple of kids.

Our motions slowing, Terrik stood with his arms crossed, smirking back as his fur dripped even more.

“You want me to take even longer to dry?" He grinned.

“We got the time." I smirked back.

“Easy for a human to say, you don't gain a few pounds after a bath." Terrik quipped, I could already see the added weight to his drenched arms.

We started trudging back to the shore, a small pile of clothing and gear left by the rocks.

I looked over as Terrik exited the water, heavy tail hanging and dripping behind in an almost pathetic manner. In another moment his arms held outward, body shaking as water flew everywhere.

It was amusing to see him shake off just like a dog, fur still damp as we made our way to the grass.

Reaching the grassy hill we both laid down, bodies drying under the midday sun. I closed my eyes and breathed out, laying nude in the grass, for the moment not worried about anything else but relaxing my tired body.

We laid in the hot sun for a long while, Terrik spreading out and turning to try and dry himself quicker under the heat of the day. I just sighed out, getting a warm tan under the open sky.

“You doing alright over there?" I smiled, hearing Terrik turning onto his back again, panting lightly in the heat of the day.

“Just fine, wet fur isn't too hard to deal with." He answered before going back to panting.

“I was thinking... what do you do in winter? It must get cold even for you." I said, voicing the question I had been holding for awhile now.

“By then my winter coat fills in, not much really changes."

“So you get even fluffier? wow." I smiled, trying to imagine Terrik with even more fur.

“Yeah, it feels even nicer to press against someone, like pressing an extra pillow between us..."

“So your nuts don't freeze? What about your cock? I mean that's one of the only places you don't have fur..." I said, looking over at the longing male.

“That's why you don't unsheathe without a warm place to put yourself." Terrik grinned up into the sky.

“Do you ever not think about sex?" I said laughing at the thought.

“Hey! You brought it up!" Terrik fired back.

“No, you did! Talking about pressing against another wolven."

“Oh, I only meant it in the most innocent of ways! You brought up my cock.“

I smiled at our little exchange, we both knew what was on our minds but this little game was fun.

I looked over, Terrik with his head resting on his folded paws, one leg up as his sheath lay against his groin casually. Between my own legs my erection was peaking up, the talk of Terrik's body never failing to get me going.

Lazily Terrik turned to me.

“You know, I think humans are the biggest perverts of all..."

“Really? That seems a bit suspicious coming from you."

Terrik was now sitting up, tail beating lightly against the grass and showing his growing excitement.

“Think about it, You have to wear clothes all day, or you'd all be too busy ogling and screwing each other."

“You'd all go nuts, such passionate creatures... even a glance at another body sends you reeling." Terrik teased, crawling over until he hovered over me, muzzle peering down as his furry arms held at my sides.

“Oh? I suppose..." I replied, smiling sarcastically as I thought about what he meant. Humans could be just as perverse and wild as any wolven. But we kept it all bottled up, repressing those primitive urges with the vestiges of society and order. But inside we all just really want that sweet, visceral thrill locked deep inside any creature.

“Your all horny animals, ready to be let loose… waiting for an excuse..." He smirked, muzzle leaning in a mock threat. I relaxed in the grass, arms behind my head as I smiled back up to the grinning wolven.

“I've made quite the impression on you haven't I?" I chuckled up, knowing he was talking directly about me.

“You could call it that..." Terrik spoke, tongue hanging from his muzzle.

I felt Terrik's furry sheath slide against my erection, his hips pressing forward as our groins met with the light touch of fur. I could see him peeking, red tip pointing right at me.

“Wanna bump knots?" Terrik grinned, eyes focused as our mutual lust bubbled up.

“You keep calling it that.." I chuckled back.

“Sliding cocks doesn't quite have the same ring to it.. But feels just as good..." Terrik moaned, pushing forward as our bodies pressed and slid against each other.

“Well.. I knew we wouldn't last long after getting clean..." I commented, already seeing both our cocks growing harder, drooling a bit of expectant precum onto my belly.

“The best part of getting clean is getting dirty again. And lucky you... you're on the bottom… much more fun." Terrik grinned, towering over me.

“Want to switch? I'd love to muss up that fur again." I said remembering the last time we did this. My hands stroking us both until Terrik's fur dripped with our combined efforts.

“Next time... now grab hold i'm gonna hump." Terrik spoke as he braced himself, legs spreading out as his sheath lined up between us. I had not yet seen him thrust unabated, so this would be interesting. I had a very nice view.

Reaching down I wrapped one hand around my base and pushed up into Terrik's sheath, his fur was very warm, having been basking in the sun. Then I brought my second hand to our tips, feeling the head of my cock tickled by the tip of Terrik's furry sheath. I steadied my stance, holding firm while giving him room to work into the tube I was making with my hands.

Testing the hold Terrik reared back and thrust forward slowly, my hands holding firm as his fur slid against the underside of my cock. Our scrotums pressing gently against each other.

Our members secure against one another Terrik began to buck, short quick jabs as his spine bent inwards. Each hit pulling back on his sheath and my foreskin as our bare tips met.

I held just enough to let Terrik unsheath himself with the motion, the whole of his bare cock already out into the open as my hands gripped down hard, his slick member pressing wholly against mine as I felt his budding knot against me.

Terrik let out a long breath, his muzzle pressing closed and eyes shutting as he focused, hips grinding in for another thrust as I felt his cock pulsing and growing against me.

I felt his fluids splattering against my chest, warmth running down my skin as I smiled at our combined organs.

Terrik's pace increased, his body demanding a quick explosive release as my fingers pressed down. I struggled to keep us both stimulated as his thrusts grew more frantic, precum leaking and spraying all over.

He was now ramming hard, hips frantic as my hand closed over our tips, focusing his wild splattering precum over us both, the head of my cock bathed in the wet warmth. My fingers ran over my slick glans, Terrik's entire heated cock pressing against me as he thrust. I moaned as I watched, the feral nature of the thrusting intoxicating.

Terrik's muzzle swung open, tongue hanging out as his upper body grew weak, his energy focused into the feral humping between our bodies.

“Ohhh… almost… Ughhhhhh." Terrik moaned, panting heavier by the moment as his cock quickly reached its full glory in my hands. He was so large, as wide as my own member but longer with the massive knot at the base. I was well endowed myself but I had nothing on wolven anatomy.

He was already pumping hard, wolven seed splashing over my chest and running down the head of my cock as he smiled and gasped.

“"OOHHH yess….!" He shouted, still humping wildly as he pulsed against my length, both of his hands still at my sides as the thrusting pushed him over the edge.

I was still behind him, my groin tightening as his knot rubbed up and down my shaft, my wet hands now sliding up and down our lengths, the frantic pace coming to a crescendo.

My own hips rose, hands squeezing, pumping and grasping as Terrik sprayed over me, the heat and feel of his canine cock more than enough to push me over the edge just after him.

“God… keep goo.. Go… uhhhhhhhh..." I grunted, words failing as my thrusting hips met Terrik's, male energy colliding as I came hard.

My head pressed back into the grass, focusing on the raw exertion of our mutual climaxes as I twitched against his pulsing cock.

Warm, heavy ropes of cum splattered onto my chest, mixing with Terrik's fluids as I rubbed our cocks even faster in my hands, gasping louder as I extended my orgasm for another amazing moment, more cum splattering onto me as Terrik's tip sprayed against my length on the backstroke. It was so lurid, indulgent and shameless. Our fluids mixing as our cocks thrust against one another, both gasping and trying to squeeze another moment out of it all.

Terrik's hips gave one last thrust, slow and hard as his large cock pressed against me, my fingers slipping behind his knot as my other hand squeezed our tips together, both of us dripping and desperately hard.

Terrik's muzzle hung above me, I could smell his breath as I panted back, head still swimming. I looked up at Terrik, ears low as his long cheeks held in a silly smile, cock still pumping between his legs.

“Mhhh… love a good hump..." Terrik whispered breathily, body settling down as his weight came down on me. His fuzzy testes resting against my base as he curled inward, big cock resting high on my own as I rubbed over his taut flesh. My own member dripped below as his canine body began the long come down, still painting my now very messy chest and belly.

I moaned and arched my back, reveling in another delightful orgasm in the freedom of these woods. I didn't care how ridiculous I looked, how filthy and sopping wet I was, Terrik's carefree demeanor really was rubbing off on me.

“Now look what you've done." I joked, smiling as I looked down at my soiled body.

“Oh, i've had it worse." Terrik bragged, sitting up a bit on his arms as he smiled down to the mess we made.

I let one hand go as I reached up and combed through Terrik's fluffy chest, still coming down from the high.

“Do you know how ridiculous you look when you're about to cum?" I said looking up to the still panting Terrik.

“I can get a little carried away.." Terrik grinned, his body arching slightly above.

“Its cute..." I cooed, almost mocking the wolven male.

“Really? Is it as silly as you look? Terrik fired back, sensing the playful rivalry we had developed."

“How so?" I moaned, hand still petting through Terrik's thick chest.

“Like..." Terrik started, rearing back as his face took on an awkward shape, long face trying to mimic mine as his tongue contorted in his muzzle, flipping around as he playfully mocked me.

“Uhhhhhhhh, oh my!" He groaned, before breaking into laughter.

I grinned up before I squeezed his knot, hard.

Terrik's laughter was cut short, the wolven grunting out as his face suddenly contorted in real pleasure and surprise.

“Nhhggggg…. Hggg…." He moaned then panted, eyes growing heavy as he gave his usual lustful expression, my fingers squeezing him just how he liked.

“There it is… such a cute pup..." I grinned, feeling the power I held over the wolven despite his currently dominant position.

“Conniving little humans…" Terrik smiled, feeling his slow canine orgasm still pulsing against me.

“We have our perks.." I spoke slowly, hand caressing our wet members and Terrik's withdrawn sheath.

Looking up from our mashed groins I saw Terrik's muzzle hanging close, his eyes low and focused entirely on me. I felt his hot breath against my face, his wide lips so close.

I felt drawn towards him, his muzzle seeming to get closer and closer as the silence between us grew longer. The playful air between us changing.

It was so simple and so sudden, muzzle and lips meeting between us as we leaned into one another.

It was almost instinctive, my lips pressing against Terrik's muzzle, the soft fur below his nose meeting me as he too gently pressed in.

My gentle kiss was joined, Terrik's tongue slowly and carefully snaking out of his parting lips, meeting my mouth with a gentle, delicate slide.

One hand reached up to Terrik's neck, petting against the fur as I pulled him in. His tongue pressed against and into my lips, drawing back and forth as my fingers grasped at his furry neck.

Both of our eyes closed, bodies hugging inwards as our mouths began to explore one another. We both were slow, easing into how best to maneuver ourselves in this interspecies embrace. It felt so comforting, just being so close to him, our affections reverberating through every motion.

Gasping at the feelings my mouth opened wide, Terrik's tongue wedging in as I felt the strong muscle tasting me, my own jaw and lips working against him as he probed deeper, his furred body now completely pressing down upon me. I then felt his paw cradle under my head, pulling me in as we embraced.

He had the advantage on me, long tongue too nimble for my smaller mouth, but Terrik was gentle, letting me press back into him and feel his thiner lips against mine as his tongue worked against my unshaven cheeks.

Feeling almost out of breath I pulled back, gasping into the air at the sudden kiss.

I looked up to Terrik, he was smiling down with kind eyes, the face of the non human I had become so used to, so fond of.

It all came crashing into my mind, feelings and stirrings that before had been easy to dismiss, but now it was staring me right in the face, I could no longer deny that I was falling for him. This was no longer just about having fun, I had slipped right into it.

Emotions surged within me, mind still hazy from the exertion and release. I honestly didn't know what to feel, and certainly not what to say. My gaze drifted down, looking away from Terrik as he stood over me. I couldn't believe this was really happening, I had very strong feelings for him and I didn't know what to do.

“Warren… are you ok?" Terrik spoke softly, looking down as he saw my internal struggle.

“I'm… alright.." I said, starting to roll over as Terrik stood back to let me up, grabbing his own knot as it stubbornly pointed from between his thighs.

“I'm sorry if that was too much… I sometimes don't know what's too far for you..." He spoke, sounding more conflicted than I had ever heard him. Despite all we had done I still had trouble reading him, maybe it was his non human nature, or just his jokey disposition. With all the experience he had, did I matter to him, like that?

“It's just this has all been very… new." I spoke, hoping to not keep things too uneasy between us.

“I understand… Don't let me force you into anything, ok buddy?" Terrik replied, sitting up next to me as we both stared off into the slow moving water. I really was at a loss, what could I even say? It felt so suddenly awkward between us.

We had already done so much together, why did a simple give such pause?

“It's not your fault.. I can be a bit of a dolt sometimes." I said, a light chuckle coming out at the self insult, hoping to not keep things too heavy between us.

“It's alright, buddy." Terrik replied, smiling back as we relaxed into the afternoon sun again, the both of us unsure how to address what must have been on both of our minds.

After the day of rest we continued on as normal, nearing closer and closer to the city. I spent a lot of time thinking, doubting, and going over the journey that was coming to an end.

We both were unusually quiet in our walk, and at least one of our minds was too occupied to break the silence.

I couldn't deny Terrik had been in my mind for far more than just sexual release. I felt safe with him, he had already showed me so much about living out in these woods, my original fears about traveling had not lasted long at his side. He was so confident, graceful and primitively beautiful. He was free and experienced in so many ways. He was glad to share everything he could with me as I learned more every day. We spent much of our walks chatting, topics going back and forth as we shared stories about each of our homes. Laughing and marveling in the differences between us.

When I looked at him I saw a trusted friend, probably the only creature alive that knew so much about me. With him I could voice any doubt, ask any question and step forward without fear.

Yet when it came to the relationship we had built I was unable to voice my thoughts, for even I could not fully understand them.

The final day was on us, we had stopped to sleep on the downslope of a large mountain. A storm was on its way and Terrik had found a well sheltered rocky outcropping to spend the night. Earlier I had spotted the city in the distance, the gray brick and stone of the center along with the many buildings fanning out along the river. It wouldn't be long until we were there, saying goodbye.

I had difficulty sleeping, much more tossing and turning that usual as my mind mulled over the many questions and uncertainties which soon would be too late to voice.

My sleep was once again broken as I heard the booming of thunder from the storm. Glancing over I found the small cave empty, Terrik's furry body not where he had been laying earlier. The realization startled me from my sleep, head rising as I looked about.

My eyes were well adjusted to the dark, peering over the cave until I saw Terrik standing outside in the open. He stood looking upwards as the wind blew over the mountain side, ruffling his fur and shaking the trees all around.

I got to my feet, clothing remaining on the ground as I made my way quietly to the entryway of the alcove.

Terrik's head turned towards me, his senses and awareness were always enviably keen. Yet he didn't say anything, only smiling as his gaze returned upward.

I tentatively left the shelter of the outcropping, stepping into the whipping wind as it made lazy waves in the tall grass.

“Is everything alright?" I asked, hands hugging around my sides at the slight chill passing over me.

“Warren, there are days on this earth that stand out more than others… days that you feel in your very soul..."

“What do you mean?" I asked, stepping forward until I was next to him.

“There are moments when it all hits you… when you feel the bindings that hold the world together. The divine and the mundane colliding in a special moment… the energy of life itself." Terrik spoke, gesturing forward as my gaze followed his. Massive clouds were rolling towards us, distant booms of thunder and flashes of light as the billowing clouds revealed themselves to our eyes in quick flashes. the sight was amazing, the big open sky now brimming with activity, its scale alone a marvel.

“The spirits of the land, the impossible vastness of the world around you, take it in, for it is yours… ours." Terrik spoke, paws lowering to his sides as I watched him, eyes looking over to me with a deep smile across his face.

I turned back up into the sky, watching as the clouds drew closer, I could smell the rain on the wind as it blew over us, a fresh and cooling feeling.

“From the grandest king to the tiniest sparrow we can all reach high and know that we are here, we are alive! All of us!" Terrik shouted into the darkening woods, paws pushing high towards the sky.

I felt the first drop of rain land on my shoulder, the clouds now rolling overhead as I saw sheets of rain falling ahead of us. The hairs on my body stood up, quivering a bit as I felt the cool wind picking up. Watching Terrik smiling towards the storm I too raised my hands, feeling more drops of water landing on my outstretched limbs.

Then I felt it start, the few drops of water becoming a downpour as my hands trembled in the sudden cascade. Terrik stood tall by my side, taking it all in stride.

The downpour and Terrik's words both sunk deep into me as my eyes closed. My skin tingled, breath growing tight in my chest as I reeled at the feelings. I was here, now, with Terrik, moments I did not want to let go of.

Within it all I felt something I had not for a very long time. Something that resonated deep within my soul. It was the spark of the divine, the unknowable universe suddenly set before me, the company of a kind soul at my side to guide me. I felt my lungs pumping, my heart beating, my limbs stretching, my soul calling out to the world as it answered.

It was a simple, almost innocent feeling, looking upon the world with newly opened eyes. Whatever powers flowed through this world, I was apart of it here and now.

My life had so many dark moments, times that could have been the end. But yet I was still here, still feeling the rain wash over my body as my arms reached to the sides, letting it beat down on my chest and pour over my face.

On this journey I had never felt so whole, so free. I had never truly understood the meaning of grace before this. When I was in need Terrik came, helping the lowly squire everyone else forgot. I did not deserve his kindness, yet he risked it all to help me.

Terrik turned towards me, arms still held high as he began to speak.

“Warren, you have a kind heart, but a troubled mind. I know there is much you are still uncertain of…"

“But some things cannot wait forever... soon they will wash away..."

Terrik turned to me, rain still pouring over us both, I saw a strange weakness to him, his eyes almost begging as his posture slumped a little lower. He too had thought about that moment by the river. And he too had difficulty expressing those feelings to me. Having trouble asking me to stay.

“Warren…" Terrik nearly whispered, the distant rumbling of thunder passing through us both.

We had talked so much over the journey, it must have been clear to him how unfulfilled I was in the order. It had become clearer to me as well over this time. I now had to realize that I had an opportunity I never thought possible, an escape.

“Terrik..." I spoke, knowing now that I truly could not end this journey.

“Yes Warren… I am here." He answered, voice meeker than usual, eyes focused onto me.

“Terrik… I don't want to do it… I don't want to go back..." I said, rain pattering down all around us.

“Not after all this… I can't keep pretending everything is alright, I can't keep hiding, I.. can't… I just can't..." I cried out, feeling my arms falling to my sides, strength sapped at the pathetic plea.

Looking down I felt the rain dripping down my pained face. I knew I never could return to the order, I would sooner go back to begging on the street than watch my life contorted and bent in front of me, never again able to escape.

A dripping wet paw slid across my shoulder, it's touch tentative and slow as another reached and held around me.

In the dark of the storm I saw Terrik looking down, his usual smiling, joky expression wiped clean. He looked down at me instead with care, with concern.

“Terrik… Can I come with you? I have nowhere else to go..."

“I have been waiting… so long for you to ask that..." Terrik grinned, reaching around my body as he pulled me in close.

I was taken aback, feeling Terrik's paws tightening around me, his voice strangely wavering as his paws almost seemed to flutter against me.

My arms slid through Terrik's drenched fur, feeling the usual comfort of his body wrapping and pushing against me. My fingers pushed hard, cheek pressed into Terrik's shoulder. I could feel how he felt, his paws so firm and kind against me as we hugged.

We sat there in the pouring rain, pressed close as the pattering raindrops and thundering clouds boomed across the mountain. I sighed out, feeling myself sink into Terrik's fur as we pressed even closer, his muzzle against my head, nose against my neck as he too huffed out at our expression.

I had never felt a hug so soothing and earnest. This strange creature had shown me so much kindness and grace. One who honestly cared about me, wanted me to be happy, to be safe while asking for nothing in return. The loving connection forged between us now wrapping tight as our limbs grasped and pulled into one another.

“Tomorrow I'll make my report... You will not be mentioned, you are now whomever you wish to be."

“Thank you..." I said, feeling the realization of what those words meant. From this day forward I would be bound to nothing but my own will, I was a new man. And maybe I had gained even more, a kind soul who cared about me.

My face slid out of Terrik's fur, looking towards the wolven as we held apart from one another, his long muzzle against my face. I leaned in, seeing Terrik do the same before my eyes closed. Lips and tongue met, the slow kiss resonating through my body.

So we held each other in the pouring rain, muzzle against lips as my life changed forever. Just as gently we pulled back, smiling as we both dripped with the relentless rain.

“You should probably get dry, I'll start a fire." Terrik offered, seeing me shivering a bit in the downpour.

We spent the rest of the night talking. Terrik confirmed that I could find sanctuary in his village, my past would be left behind and what happened from now would be in my hands. I sat next to Terrik, slowly petting his drying paws as we talked. I finally felt at ease, Terrik now knew everything I had on my mind, nothing lost or hidden between us as we prepared to continue our journey.

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Author's Notes: Finally got some romance between these two!

The spiritual elements of this one was pretty interesting, it was a struggle to get the sexy parts and spiritual lore building not too jarring from one another. Let me know how it came out!

Next up they head to the village as the culture shock gets even heavier!