Dragonslayer 2: The Artist's Technique
#2 of Dragonslayer Series
Dragonslayer 2: The Artist's Technique
By Triller
Please take note: This story involves yummy yummy gay sex between an anthropomorphic wolf and an anthropomorphic fox. Please adjust attitude and beliefs accordingly.
Three gold coins, a silver halfing, and twenty-five copper. Richard jingled the small coin purse lightly in his paws with a content smile across his muzzle. He walked down the busy cobblestone streets of a town which he had shortly forgotten the name of, bouncing the leather pouch in one paw and steadying his large load in another. The mid-day sun didn't bother his eyes as both were concentrating on the small bag of coins jocularly being tossed into the air a short ways. His tail swayed as he walked, lightly fanning his bare legs in the afternoon heat and rippling his loincloth with a small show for the locals.
Three months had past since his pledge of servitude to Bremen, and in three months Bremen had worn him hard. The chores in the cave ranged from preparing meals, organizing Bremen's many, many books in his private library, standard cleaning and upkeep of the dragon's gifts and trophy statues to feeding the mythical creatures, arranging rooms, keeping guest quarters tidy and neat should the day ever come that Bremen actually received a guest, and the nightly "requirements." Richard had been worked and worn from a novice knight into a fit, strengthened, sexually practiced attendant to a draconic landholder. Needless to say, the effects of such a lifestyle were not unnoticed by a number of females and the occasional male in town.
Richard was feeling rather proud of himself that afternoon, finishing all of his master's chores in half the allotted time with change left over. Slowly, the wolf's eyes searched through the crowded marketplace for a destination to spend his well-earned currency. He never bought trinkets as his short service with Bremen had taught him the true value of jewelry and gold. Besides, to whom would he show it off? Weapons intrigued him at first, and Bremen would allow for training in Richard's spare time, but the thought passed as he felt a knot from last weeks arranging of statues began to tighten up.
Slowly, the young wolf placed his wares to the ground: a pole with several fine hens tied to it that had been slung over his shoulders, two casks of fine Equestrian wine, a large bundle of assorted herbs and alchemic supplies, as well as a large roll of parchment. All of this except for the hens and wine were lashed securely to a backpack which Richard slid off beside the wine. He leaned in the shade of a small vendor as he rubbed his paws firmly into his back, closing his eyes to the lovely lack of sun on him now and arching his back slowly to work the kink from his muscles.
Richard's nose twitched through the thick scent of other furs, his eyes closed and his mind wandered elsewhere, when the robust smell of meat sifted past his nose. Immediately, his lungs filled with air to get a deeper gulp of the spiced scent, and his eyes opened again. Three gold coins, a silver halfing, and twenty-five copper could buy quite a wonderfully filling meal in this market and the thought wafted just as longingly as the air in his lungs. It wasn't that Bremen malnourished the young wolf, it had just been so long since Richard had tasted any sort of gourmet food that as the scent exhaled from his muzzle, he already had already taken up his lord's groceries.
The plaza to which Richard's nose lead him supplied the young's wolf sensitive orifice with a blanket of overlapping spices, meats, and simmering vegetables. The establishment was set up with a number of different booths under a large, canvas tent. Eateries from further outside the market place had reserved booths to offer smaller portions of the main establishment's menu during market's busier times. As of now, every booth had numerous customers packing in for their afternoon lunch breaks. Richard struggled to steady his load through the large, but crowded, tent, balancing the hens across his shoulders and paying careful attention to the casks of wine. Everything cried out to him: savory roast beef, herbed and spiced chicken, succulent pork loin, exotic meat kabobs, mutton joints, all were luring him towards their respective booths.
Richard licked his muzzle slowly and took his first pick: a short, portly raccoon turning a splint of small hens over a controlled fire. The wait seemed short enough for his hunger's tolerance and he immediately took a place at the end of the line. One after one, each patron took their roasted hen aside for the next until the raccoon smiled and waved off the last customer.
"Greetings, sir, welcome to Fremont's Finest Hens. Can I interest you in one of our fine roasted hen's today?" the proprietor placed both paws on the booth's counter.
The coon's proposal caught Richard off guard but he smiled back as he was trained to do before strangers.
"Well, I have been waiting in line for it, haven't I?" the wolf grinned.
Bremen rarely appreciated his jokes. Apparently the raccoon and line forming behind him didn't either as the owner cleared his throat.
"Er, yes. I'll take one hen, please." Richard blushed softly with a bit more humbled tone.
"That'll be 5 halfings." the coon replied almost too fast for Richard to catch.
The young wolf steadily juggled his equipment as he reached for his coin purse, abruptly catching the eye of a fox walking around behind the booth. He was dressed nicely, in elegant silk sleeves and a clean, velvet doublet. The clothes did seem a little warm for the weather, but as was the wealthy to put their pride over their comfort. He noticed Richard's stare and paused in stride as his eyes traced over the young wolf's form. Richard, fearing he had somehow insulted the fox noble, bowed his head and shoulders respectively, still balancing the hens and wine. When he stood, he saw the fox grin broadly and nod in approval. Richard sighed with the disrespect averted and again reached for his coin purse on his belt.
The raccoon had just set the clay plate of chicken before the wolf when Richard felt something hold his arm.
"You! I must have you!" it was the fox who had easily made his way through the crowd and was now firmly pawing his bicep.
"P-Pardon, sir, but I don't quite-"
"Never mind that, come with me." the fox interrupted swiftly and began to tug him along.
The raccoon eyed Richard with confusion as he struggled lightly with the noble fox, barking after him, "Do you want this hen or not?" Richard yelped and reached back for the plate before the impatient tiger behind his place shoved the smaller wolf aside and slapped down five glittering silver coins.
"My hen..." the wolf watched his lunch wisp away between furs in the paws of the tiger patron while the fox continued to tug him along, "Sire, please, I don't-"
"You!" Richard stumbled as the fox abruptly stopped and held his black paws to the slightly taller wolf's chest, "You are the inspiration I have been looking for! You are the rock, the granite, the perfectly cut slab from which I can express true art!"
Richard only stared blankly in reply as he tried to pull back again.
"Forgive me, sire, but I really don't have the time-" he fumbled with the wine as he turned to leave, but, again, the fox noble blocked him.
"No, no, no, you don't understand. You are my Atlas! My muse of painting! I simply MUST paint you, I MUST." he insisted, paws pressing, again, to Richard's furry chest.
Richard hesitated and looked down at the fox into his illustrious violet eyes. The vulpine looked back with a look of restrained eagerness as his paws pressed into Richard's furry chest.
"You must understand," the fox spoke quieter now, "My name is Rudolfo Beremucci, I'm a painter from the Western Kingdoms. I've traveled far from my homeland to seek my muse and create beautiful artwork again!"
The name rung a bell and a few pictures came to Richard's mind, but he tried again to step away.
"S-Sire, I'm terribly bu-" the wolf started to say, before Rudolfo cut in again.
"Such poise! The way you balanced your wares on that steady bow! I've never seen such poetry in motion" the fox's paws began to wander and grope Richard's front, making him blush, "The build of a true Titan... a body cut by the gods themselves." the wolf almost yipped as Rudolfo's claws dug into the sides of his bare thighs.
Richard was about to say something before the fox pressed a finger to his lips, shaking his head. He took the young wolf's paws into his and looked up into his eyes again, the purple-shaded pupils shining.
"Please.... I must paint you... I've promised a great patron of my art a new painting by today and I have no inspiration for greatness... allow me your body for only a short while, I beg of you..." Rudolfo's muzzle touched the back Richard's paw in a pleading bow, making the wolf exceedingly more uncomfortable by the second.
Surely Richard had enough time for a simple pose. The whole reason for getting his errands done early was to enjoy the town, and what better way to relax than to aid in the creation of fine art? It wasn't looking like the fox was going to take no for an answer, either.
"I-I.... suppose I do have time..." Richard said hesitantly, making Rudolfo's tail wag.
"Grazie, grazie, you will be my most magnificent painting to date!" With his paw firmly grasping Richard's, the fox rushed him down the streets with barely enough balance to keep his groceries from tumbling to the ground.
Rudolfo lead Richard through cobblestone paths and alleys further out towards the edge of town where the buildings were a little less cramped and tiny. He brought the wolf before a small, single-story house that looked well-rented and plain with small windows cut through the thick wood walls. When he pushed the door open, however, Richard gasped with surprise at the sheer volume of painting supplies the small house held. All different kinds and colors of paint kept in disorganized bottles, blank canvases set over art that the fox had apparently given up on, heavy wooden boxes of paint brushes, pencils, lime plaster for frescos, nearly everything in the house but the bed was an artist's mess.
Rudolfo set to work clearing a space by one of the windows, casually throwing things aside while Richard set his groceries aside. He looked over a few unfinished paintings as the fox threw open the window and let in the late afternoon sun, illuminating the paintings Richard looked over. One of the canvases' caught his eye in the sunlight as it lay hidden behind two sketches the fox had begun. Tilting one aside, Richard caught himself blushing hard as he revealed a half-finished painting of a male skunk reclined against a wall and stroking his dripping, hardened maleness. He let the other canvases fall back, covering the lewd picture just as Rudolfo threw a velvet blanket over the hard stone windowsill and let it rumple into place.
"If you please," the fox waved his paw hither as his other unbuttoned the top of his doublet, "come over to the window sill and sit, by the gods it's stuffy today."
His speech and body language showed the fox was in a hurry as he shimmied off his doublet and gathered a blank canvas and an easel on which the vulpine set the blank, taut cloth. Richard obediently followed and leaned on the edge of the stone-surrounded windowsill, gasping as he suddenly noticed the view. The back of the house was set on a tall stone wall, separating the city into two halves. The lower half was tightly packed with much smaller housing and tinier streets which lead out towards the fields and river. The view was fantastic, letting Richard see for miles around, but when he looked down he noticed the long, long drop and pulled his view back in.
"W-... What sort of pose do you wish me to take, s-sir?" Richard stuttered, his eyes opening slowly from the frightful-looking fall.
"Just relax for now, my muse, and please, call me Rudolfo!"
The wolf suddenly realized that during his admiration of the view, the fox had stripped off his clothing to a cloth sash around his middle that festooned around his body and slightly down his legs. The fox's build of was somewhat relaxed with a bit of plumpness around his mid-section that Richard found cute. His red and white fur was kept in wonderful condition, but the wolf estimated that he probably didn't groom to this degree unless he was leaving the house. The fox's uncomfortable and mussing scratches to his belly and sides showed discomfort for fine grooming. Rudolfo caught his stare and grinned slyly.
"It's simply dreadful out today and I cannot create good art unless I am completely comfortable. Now then, lift your arms behind your head and lean back against the arch." the fox pointed with a small charcoal pencil to the windowsill behind Richard.
The wolf shook his eyes free of the Fox's figure and raised his arms behind his head. He leaned back against the stone, standing straight and keeping his arms awkwardly behind him. Rudolfo frowned at the stoic position as he sharpened his pencil with a curved knife.
"Hmm.... You haven't modeled much, have you?" he blew the shavings from the small stick and set it on the easel.
"No, sir... this is my first, uh.... pose." Richard felt his cheeks burn at his novice experience.
"Here, you need to relax the shoulders, hold yourself by your hips." Rudolfo padded across the floorboards and brought his paws above Richard's arms.
He pushed Richard's arms down a little until the wolf relaxed them and slid his paws down the brown-furred sides. The wolf tried not to shiver as the smooth, graceful paws gripped his waist and jutted his hips to one side, Rudolfo smiling and nodding in approval.
"There. Now you are truly an atlas fit for a Beremucci painting." the fox winked and gave a small tug on Richard's loincloth.
The wolf blushed but thought little of the gesture as Rudolfo padded back to his easel with an enthusiastic swish of his tail. Richard felt the pose come a little more naturally to him and held himself in the position the fox had left him as the sound of charcoal scraping canvas filled the room. Rudolfo's muzzle stuck out now and then with a critical eye and occasionally directed the wolf as he continued sketching the wolf's pose. Richard did the best he could to follow Rudolfo's instructions directly, but after a while he noticed the sound of the pencil slowing and Rudolfo taking longer looks over his figure.
Richard turned his head slightly as he heard soft murmurs from behind the canvas and tilted his ear to the painter fox's words. When Rudolfo's muzzle stuck out from the canvas, the fox glared lightly and barked, "PLEASE!! It is hard enough to create such genius without my model fidgeting!" The wolf snapped his muzzle back into place and locked his eyes onto a single notch in the wall. Minutes passed and the strokes along the canvas grew louder and more drawn out. Rudolfo's murmuring raised to a soft growl as Richard tried to ignore the growing curses and the holes the fox's eyes were burning into his pose. The scratching on the canvas were becoming violent, making it harder for Richard to keep his gaze on one spot as the wolf glanced to the canvas in shorter intervals.
The fox was almost on the verge of screaming as he threw his pencil to the ground. He tore the canvas from its perch on the easel and threw it to the wall with a sharp, "Sco_pata_!! Every time!" He tore into the canvas with his bare claws and bit at the frame with his teeth, "Why do you TEASE me, my muse?? Give me the inspiration, but never the motivation!" Rudolfo shucked the material from the canvas and tossed it aside into a nearby pile of half-finished artwork before falling to his rump to catch his breath. He glanced over his shoulder at Richard, still nervously holding his pose and staring directly at the stone in the wall. Rudolfo chuckled silently despite his mood and rose to his feet.
"You must forgive me, atlas... I've been having trouble with my... creative process." he slowly made his way back to the easel and picked up the broken pencil, looking it over and murmuring, "Pose no more, I cannot draw you..."
Richard immediately rested his position, but came to the side of the fox with a worried look.
"I'm terribly sorry if I've done something wrong. I've never modeled before, especially for someone as famous and talented as you!" Richard quickly spoke.
Rudolfo chuckled again and shook his head, pressing a paw to Richard's chest as he set the pencil onto the easel.
"Please, this wasn't your fault. I have been unable to create great art for far too long. It was foolish to think a simple wolf could break me from my curse." he let out a soft sigh and his paw lingered against Richard's chest fur.
"Curse? Are you plagued by some magical force?" Richard asked worriedly.
"Magical? No, the only sickness I suffer is a gorge of ideas in my mind, but no... drive to free them." he rubbed his forehead gently, "I've become bored with my artwork. A fresh body to paint only sustains my want to draw and paint them for so long."
Richard looked over the pile of half-finished sketched and paintings in the corner of the room, each canvas barely marked with more than pencil. He turned back to the fox as the paw left his chest and saw it rise to Rudolfo's forehead in frustration.
"How long have you been... unable to draw?" Richard asked softly.
"Months, now..." Rudolfo mumbled back as he kept his face hidden from the wolf.
"When, specifically? When was the last time you felt... the need to finish a painting?" Richard continued.
The wolf glanced out the open window and saw the bottom of the sun near the top of the sill, gulping softly. He desperately wanted to help the fox, but daylight was beginning to slip away and Bremen would be expecting him. Rudolfo didn't respond at first to Richard's question, but slowly made his way to the pile of half-finished paintings. Richard followed behind him and watched as the fox pushed aside different canvases and frames, making his way tot he back of the wall where the fox tugged a smaller canvas from the wall. He held it up for Richard.
It was a painting of a wolf with grey fur from the chest up, his smile dominating and smooth with intricate details put into his expression. The fox had obviously put a lot of work into the painting, the oil of the paints looking fresh and blended to near perfection. Richard looked over the picture and slowly started noticing a slight resemblance.
"He... looks like-"
"You, yes..." Rudolfo sighed and tugged the portrait to his chest with his eyes closed, "I had never fallen in love with a model before... but his charisma, his ease of body, and his charms... it was so perfect! Poetry in pose, I've never had a more perfect model....." the fox shook his head, interrupting himself as he set the picture aside, "I never had a chance to... tell him..." the fox sighed deeply, "When I saw you in the market place, I thought I had found my perfect model again... I-I'm terribly sorry to have placed so much expectation upon you..."
With a gentle sigh, the fox pushed the painting back against the wall, his eyes lingering over the canvas, before turning to Richard and saying, "I shouldn't have wasted your time... Please... just leave..." The wolf felt his heart sink at the sight of Rudolfo standing in the middle of his unfinished art, the wolf's portrait stared up from the wall as Richard began to move to his things. He wrapped the strap of his backpack around his fingers and began to lift it, pausing as he bit his lip.
"But how could I help him?"
He looked outside the window, then back to Rudolfo, standing straight and staring at the portrait of his missing model. The bag softly fell to the ground and Richard made his way to Rudolfo. The fox was taken by surprise as the wolf's arms wrapped around his waist and a broad chest pushed up against his back. Rudolfo started and turned his head to see Richard looked down at him with a small smile.
"W-What are you-...?" he began until Richard interrupted.
"I look like him, don't I?" the wolf's paws sunk deeply into the fox's belly fur, "Use me. I'm your block of clay, great painter Rudolfo," Richard softly bit at the fox's ear, "mold me..."
Rudolfo groaned softly at the wolf's claws softly working his stomach, but raised his paws on top of Richard's.
"No, no, I.... I don't think it would work..." he shivered, his eye stuck on the portrait against the wall.
Richard smiled and turned the fox away from the painting to face his chest. With one paw he undid the string on his loincloth and let the material slide from his legs to the ground. Rudolfo's eyes steadily went to Richard's sheath and the wolf could see a bit of the fox's pink tongue rub over the front of his lips. The wolf took a step back and tilted his hips, one paw on his hip as the other dangling down his side as he looked Rudolfo in the eyes.
"Pose me..." he growled softly, a bit of dominance in his voice as he tried his best to emulate the portrait's personality.
Rudolfo stood unsure before Richard, staring at his body and especially between his legs as he slowly brought his paw to his muzzle in thought. Richard waited patiently for the fox's decision, keeping his stance as Rudolfo's eyes darted up and down his body. A smile crept up the artist's lips as he lifted both paws to Richard's chest, pushing the wolf back slowly.
"Here... l-like this..." he murred softly, guiding the taller canine back to the corner of the room and tugging Richard's knees from under him.
The wolf fell back onto a table of art supplies, paints, frescos, and brushes and kept leaning back with Rudolfo's gentle paws. He finally laid out flat on the table, his legs dangling over the sides as the fox's paws explored his body. Richard moaned at the attention, the artist's soft paws grasping at his chest and kneading his toned muscles as he admired Richard's form. Rudolfo started at Richard's chest, tracing his fingers over the ridges of the wolf's furry muscles and circling his fingers around his nipples. Richard let out an approving murr and bent his arms behind his head with a soft flex under the fox's fingers.
Rudolfo enjoyed the small flex and run his fingers down Richard's chest to his stomach where he carefully felt each and every strand of fur between the wolf's nipples and his plump sheath. He leaned up between Richard's legs, leaning close to the wolf's chest and gripping his sides before pausing and looking up to him.
"You're.... sure you don't mind this?" he held himself back nervously, his entire body frozen for Richard's response.
The model smile and replied only by sitting up and bringing his muzzle to Rudolfo's. The artist was taken easily by surprise in the kiss, but slowly closed his eyes and drank deeply from Richard's lips. As the wolf felt Rudolfo's paws rise, he relinquished himself to the guide of the fox's grip, tilting his head where Rudolfo wanted and keeping his muzzle parted for as long as Rudolfo wanted. Such control emboldened the fox and he slowly rose up onto the table, straddling Richard's hips and knocking over several bottles of paint.
"Gods!" he broke the kiss suddenly with a gasp, both of his paws holding Richard's cheeks as he looked down over the wolf, "I-I must... e-experience you..."
Rudolfo leaned over and buried his muzzle into Richard's chest fur, extending his strong, vulpine tongue through the forest of tan and brown fur. Richard leaned his muzzle to the side and shuddered at the strong strokes of Rudolfo's tongue, struggling to keep his paws behind his head and not around the fox's backside which wiggled on top of his growing, stiffening sheath. Rudolfo took his time on Richard's body, tasting his fur and combing it with his rough tongue as he gently ground his bared rump into the wolf's furry sheath.
Richard's escaped groan was enough to alert Rudolfo about his actions and the fox gently nuzzled his way down the wolf's stomach off onto the floor. Rudolfo was panting now, the strong, earthen scent of Richard's sex tantalizing him further downwards between the wolf's toned legs. He practically smothered himself into Richard's sheath, making the wolf yip with surprise and start on the tabletop. The tip of his wolfhood slid from its pouch as Rudolfo's tongue quickly found it, making the wolf groan out loud and thrust his hips slowly towards Rudolfo's muzzle.
The fox wasted little time in lavishing attention on Richard's cock, running his eager pink tongue over the growing pole of flesh and combing through the wolf's belly fur in all the right places. Richard steadily controlled himself, not wanting to break the fox's rhythm with any unnecessary thrusting as he held himself back to the table. Rudolfo was the opposite, eagerly licking and tonguing Richard's throbbing member as he coaxed it to full hardness and dragged his paws beneath the wolf's legs.
Rudolfo pursed his lips at the back of the thick, throbbing wolfmeat as his fingers and paw pads squeezed and weighed the heavy orbs of Richard's sack, dragging his soft muzzle lips up Richard's cock and ending with a sultry lick over the tip. Richard was in heaven, leaning his head back into the table and moaning out loud to the fox's attention. His cock throbbed fully against Rudolfo's lips as he moved his hips with the vulpine's steady licking. All at once he felt Rudolfo's paw grasp around the base of his cock, the precise fingers cupping his balls, as the fox angled his member up from his belly. Richard titled his head down and saw the smile on the fox's muzzle before it was replaced by his thick cock, spreading the fox's lips broadly and surrounding his shaft with tight, hot pleasure.
Richard shivered as Rudolfo's wet muzzle slid around his shaft, suckling loudly on the throbbing pole as he pushed and pulled it from his lips. The wolf felt dizzy, rhythmically following the fox's speed and grunting at the zenith of each thrust. Rudolfo swallowed Richard's length steadily and loved every minute his lips and tongue were allowed to caress the wolf's pulsing cock. He closed his eyes and in his mind, the wolf from before, the model that had come and gone so easily, laid sprawled out among the art supplies. He studied Richard's moans and drew out his muzzle's thrusts, dragging his lips and soft, talented tongue along the lupine shaft in precision. Richard's paws found the edge of the table and his entire body shook from the sudden teasing slurp.
With a sudden and wet pop of his lips, Rudolfo removed the glistening staff of maleness from his lips and gazed over it. He admired every detail of the wolf's length and took his time familiarizing himself with Richard's rich scent. The wolf didn't mind the pause in action, allowing him enough time to release his grip from the table and relax back against the wooden surface.
"A body truly sculpted by the gods themselves." Rudolfo's voice quivered with excitement as he curled his fingers around Richard's aching wood.
The paw moved up Richard's chest and he shuddered as fingers combed through his soft chest fur. The attention was terribly distracting, and Richard jumped with surprise when he opened his eyes to find Rudolfo grinning down at him. Their noses touched and then their lips, a soft growl reverberating into the fox's muzzle as he wrapped a paw around the wolf's wet, turgid cock. The table shifted and Richard's muzzle was suddenly broken from the kiss. He watched as the smaller canine stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing a slim, smooth form with a cute rear Richard couldn't help but glance over as the fox bent over.
Rudolfo nimble brought himself on top of the wooden table, straddling Richard's stomach with his thighs and teasing the wolf's throbbing erection with the soft fur of his tail. Richard groaned at the heavenly tease and his firm grip returned to the table. Without missing a single moment of precise torture he was giving the wolf's nether regions, Rudolfo braced himself against his model's chest and leaned in for a long, hard kiss. It was riddled with moans and soft suckling as Richard bent to the will of the small fox tongue. With a small smack, Rudolfo sat up again, grinning down at the wolf.
"Tell my, my atlas.... my muse.... do I arouse you?" the fox's claws continued to scratch and comb through Richard's fur.
"Yes, m-master painter... I cannot hide my... excitement..." the wolf was panting now, raising Rudolfo's entire body with his breathing.
The fox cooed at the slice of power he held over the much more powerful wolf, sliding his rear backwards and swishing his tail along Richard's hips.
"Mmnnn, do you wish to take me? Feel my inviting tail hole surround your.... luscious cock?" the words seeped from the fox's muzzle, his taut, furry rear end gently pressing around the wolf's throbbing member.
"Gods.... let me, R-Rudolfo!"
The fox purred with enjoyment, watching Richard squirm as the wolf's slick cock was eased into the cleft of Rudolfo's rump.
"That's it..... Show me conviction.... show me wanting!" he watched Richard's face closely as the wolf panted with arousal.
"Please!" Richard begged, sitting up with a start from the table and clawing into its sides.
Rudolfo purred through his teeth as he looked over the pleading wolf's expression. His fingers steadily grabbed a pawful of chest fur each as he leaned over and touched noses with Richard.
"That is what I'm looking for..." he whispered, shoving the wolf back against the table and shifting his furry rump back over Richard's tortured member.
The larger canine grunted upon the strong wood and gasped as he felt the tip of his erection nestle perfectly against Rudolfo's puckered tail hole. The fox winked and with a light shift of weight fell back upon the slick spire of flesh. Both canines moaned heavily at the slow, steady movement of Rudolfo's hips, Richard digging small grooves into the table as his throbbing erection sank deeper and deeper into the fox's tight, spasming hole. Rudolfo himself was licking his lips lustfully, wriggling his way down the slave-wolf's shaft and gripping his chest with his smaller claws.
Richard had never been allowed to do this to Bremen, but it felt so much better than even the dragon's best muzzle-job. He wanted to reach up and fully impale the groaning, arched fox fully down around his cock, but found that Rudolfo was very much still in control. He paused halfway down his pulsing member and gave it a strong squeeze, pulling back up with a wink until only the head of Richard's cock still remained.
"Mmurrrr... what a lovely thickness... such passion in your gestures..." the fox panted more breathily as he spoke, Richard making a small whimpering noise as he held back his hips, "You are truly a... muse sent here by the gods!"
Rudolfo moaned once again and sank heavily down the wolf's shaft. Richard let out a deep growl of pleasure as his hips rose to meet the fox's thrust. The smaller canine grinned and pulled back up swiftly, though immediately pushing himself back down and cooing with delight at being filled again with the thick wolf shaft. Rudolfo rolled his hips steadily with each thrust downwards, riding the slave wolf and throwing his head back with a heavy sigh as each thrust. Richard was whining through the intense pleasure, notching the table again and watching the pleasure-struck fox bounce his taut, furry butt off of his hips over and over again.
It wasn't long before Rudolfo was pounding the full length of Richard's twitching cock up inside of him, moaning, almost howling, with delight as his tail hole squeezed perfectly in time with each bounce of his rump. Richard was drunk with pleasure, laying back fully against the table and lifting his hips to grind himself into the small fox. Rudolfo purred deeply as his claws sunk deep into the wolf's hest fur, suddenly letting out a gasp as he felt a large, warm paw wrap around his bouncing erection. The fox smiled down at Richard and swatted his paw away.
"P-Please!" he growled breathily, "I-I need that to d-draw!"
Richard gave him a strange look but the fox the chuckled, pausing in his thrusts to slowly, carefully turn himself around with Richard's dick still thoroughly embedded into him. The wolf whined at the feel and his paw slid away from Rudolfo's hips, the fox smirking back over his shoulder and giving a small wink.
"Trust me, my atlas; I know what I'm doing...."
With a purr and a raise of his tail, Rudolfo began his slow, steadily thrusting once again. Richard was captivated at the sight of the fox's tight, slim rump engulf his entire cock over and over again. He bit his lip hard as he felt a twinge of his orgasm forming, reaching up and gripping Rudolfo's waist with both broad paws. The fox didn't object, so Richard sank his claws deep into Rudolfo's smooth, furry sides, pinning him down to his hips. The smaller canine continued to moan and coo at the rough groping and stroked his paws down Richard's thighs, arching his back softly and rocking his hips into each, heavy slap of his rear against Richard's lap. The wolf gasped at the surrounding sensations, the fox's tail hole so tightly clenched around his cock, he had to work to force his cock up inside of the smaller canine.
Rudolfo purred with each stroke and lightly loosened his grip around the wolf's throbbing member, feeling his rump grind against the growing knot at the base as allowing Richard to fuck him faster. Richard was drunk with pleasure, his eyes glued to his cock disappearing over and over again between those cute furry cheeks and the sudden ease with which he could plunge into the fox. His hips left the table with each thrust, sending Rudolfo into the air and then down again as he worked feverishly to plug the fox with his knot.
"Y-Yes! That's it, my muse... f-fill me... let me... uuhng... feel your i-inspiration g-gushing inside of me!" Rudolfo cried out and braced his paws firmly onto Richard's thighs.
The wolf grunted with lust, wanting nothing more, now, than to pin the fox to his hips and release his aching balls into the pleading canine. With a renewed growl he bounced the fox harder and faster against his hips, tearing through his tail hole like a spear of toned flesh as his claws thoroughly groped Rudolfo's rear. The fox yelped with surprise at the doubled speed but only closed his eyes to enjoy the last moments of their heavy, hot coitus. His own stiff cock slapped abruptly against his stomach, but his paws remained calmly upon Richard's legs to ride out the wolf's hard slaps against his ass.
Richard's rough, pounding hips shakily turned into harder, more pressing thrusts as he desperately tried to bury his knot into the hot, slick tail hole. His back arched painfully, his head thrown back in a howl of deny pleasure, and his claws deeply sinking into Rudolfo's slim hips. Rudolfo did his best to help the wolf, pressing his entire weight down against the bulging knot and whining as it steadily, surely spread his tail hole past its limits. With one final, heavy thrust, Richard let out a loud moan of satisfaction, popping the sphere of engorged flesh into the fox's rear. Rudolfo yipped with slight pain, but was soon overcome by the torrents of thick, creamy spooge that generously filled his tail hole.
Richard let loose a long howl as his cock emptied itself inside of Rudolfo, splashing wave after wave of heavy cream inside of him and splashing it lewdly against his walls. Rudolfo's tail hole spasmed with being stretched so far and painfully, his actions only tugging heavier shots of wolf semen deep into his tail hole. Richard's paws slowly lessened their grip as they softly groped and petted the fox's tight rear-end, the last of his seed gushing limply into Rudolfo's ass and was plugged up firmly by the wolf's ever-hard knot.
Rudolfo let out a gasp as if he'd been holding his breath for the past thirty seconds, panting and gulping in air as he squirmed and felt the pressure of Richard's entire cock combined with his release. The fox cooed softly and smiled back over his shoulder, seeing Richard in equal bliss as his chest rose and fell quickly on top of the hard wood table. Rudolfo reached a paw back and lightly scratched into the wolf's furry chest, making him murr happily and squirm underneath the fox.
"That's just what I needed, my atlas.... my muse..."
Richard couldn't quite understand why he'd been shoved so eagerly out of Rudolfo's small apartment, but at least he'd been given time to dress and gather his groceries first. Although feeling a little hurt, the wolf smiled when the fox threw him a wink just as he closed the door. The wolf ran a paw over his forehead as he jogged up the mountain trail towards Bremen's cave, huffing for breath and glancing out of the corner of his eye at the already fallen sun. Bremen was certainly not going to be pleased.
To the young wolf's surprise he found a cart waiting outside of the cave and Bremen himself, dressed in his usual purple robes talking with the driver. The dragon's eyes slowly fell upon Richard as he marched up the walk and he waved off the driver. The badger nodded and gave a quick snap tot he reigns, leading the horsed back down towards the trail with the carriage bouncing in time behind.
"Well, well, enjoy your time at the market?" Bremen crossed his arms and frowned, "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear when I said for you to be back by sundown."
Richard panted softly and knelt down, letting down the cask of wine and the pole of plucked chickens.
"F-forgive me, sire, I was caught up in-"
"I don't want to hear it! You were to have started supper nearly an hour ago." Bremen glared down at the wolf, "And I don't think you'd like me on an empty stomach, Richard...."
The canine yipped softly and bowed his head, taking up the groceries and quickly letting himself into the cave. As he weaved his way between the lit corridors and scuffled his feet across the cool, stone earth, he managed to catch a glance into one of his master's sitting rooms. He paused in stride when he noticed something rectangular, covered by a grey tarp, leaning against Bremen's chair. He carefully set his things aside, looked back down the hall for any sign of the bronze dragon, then slipped into the room.
The rectangular piece was about five by three feet in dimension, the tarp a bit dusty, but not from age. He tilted his nose curiously at the object and sniffed it, sensing frescos and the light aroma of pencil shavings. Once again glancing over his shoulder, Richard took hold of the tarp and tugged it aside.
"Wonderful, don't you think?" Bremen's voice echoed across the walls, making Richard yelp and spin around, trying to hide the tarp behind him.
The dragon smirked at him from the hallway but steadily made his way into the room.
"It just arrived today, one of my many commissions from the art world." Bremen growled deeply as his eyes looked over the painting.
Richard slowly looked back over his shoulder, then dropped the tarp and turned around fully.
The painting was of a wolf, sitting gracefully on a stone windowsill overlooking a starry city. The wolf was combing back a bit of his unruly grey hair and looking longingly out of the window. He was completely nude and with one leg propped onto the windowsill and the other stretched towards the floor, the canine's prominent erection was plainly visible. Richard only had to look for a moment before realizing why the wolf's cock looked so oddly familiar.
"M-Master! That's me!" he gasped.
Bremen frowned at the wolf.
"Don't be ridiculous, you lout, I've ordered this painting over a fortnight ago."
"But.... but, today I ran into a painter, and, and-"
"Richard, really, you can't expect me to believe a renowned artist just slapped this together in an afternoon, shipped it out, and managed to get it here to my cave before you even returned."
Richard's head swam with confusion and he stuttered to try and explain. Bremen simply rolled his eyes and lightly cuffed the wolf's cheek.
"Regardless.... I do not smell dinner cooking.... but I most certainly can make that happen..." his lips smacked with fire at his words and Richard immediately excused himself.
The bronze dragon smirked as he watched and listened to the wolf scurrying down the hallway towards the kitchen. He shook his head and lifted up the canvas, admiring it again as he grinned toothily.
"Truly an exquisite piece... Beremucci never ceases to amaze me..." the dragon shook his head and began searching for a section of the wall on which to hang the portrait.
El fino