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He put the horn to his lips and blew, the sound echoing through fjord to the very heavens themselves. It was his way of announce to the inhabitants that he had arrived. Above the long boat the gray sky hovered over the craggy cliffs, which themselves like the fingernails of the damned clawing toward salvation. The snowy peaks rose as the oars creaked as he scanned the horizon for signs of life.

An ill wind seemed to be blowing on this day, though once through the cliffs he knew they would be free of the storm blowing in from the coast. The wolf barely flinched as chill cut through the fjord, moaning among the rocks as the mountains grew to impose upon them. His ice blue eyes were secretly filled with longing, a fire deep within driving him to command his comrades to row faster. He could feel her in his bones growing closer; a heaviness that he knew all to well when they made this journey.

It wouldn't be long before he could see land as dry and barren as the cliffs overhead, almost apocalyptic in it's nature as it rolled out into the distance. He put the horn to his lips again and with a mighty breathe, shook the fjord with it's sound. For a moment he thought he could see shadowy figures among the rocks scurrying away as they ran upon ground.

"Captain," one of the men shouted rising from his place, pointing into the gray distance were a warm flicker of light came over the hill.

"They approach," he said motioning to his men to disembark as the shambling figures came into view.

They were hunched over in almost rags despite the biting cold, bringing for a wagon with a feral horse to bring them to their destination. He sniffed the air, catching her scent on the wind, which he drew in immediately. Only he could sense her, the others could not to which he would fight them if they did. She was his and that's the way he wanted it. The figures themselves were shadowy beings, twisted caricatures of the beings that inhabited their world back home. Mostly mouse folk whom looked as if they were in trance, though upon closer inspection their eyes glittered with an unnatural light and glassy as though they were drugged. A few sores rose near their eyes and their noses were glossy with mucus beneath the fire light.

They didn't speak at all, but merely motioned to their guests which followed promptly to the wagon without hesitation. The driver cracked the reins and the horse began to pull the fully loaded wagon at a steady clip. The men didn't seem unnerved by the strange lands around them, nor were they bothered by the mouse folk who looked as they were diseased to the point of falling dead upon their feet.

The wolves exchanged glances as an air of anticipation seemed to fill them. Excitement was what they were after, slogging through the marshlands of the Western Coast and swinging swords through to a triumphant victory over the nomadic tribes was their celebration. The invaders threatened the lands south of their destination and they were called to calm the coup. As a reward, the captain lead his men to their favorite spot before returning home. This was his prize for a job well done.

The village slowly came into view with lights burning brightly in almost every house, smoke rising from the chimneys as they were led through the streets toward the tavern. The strange folk scuttled about their business, though the troops seemed leery of the shadowy creatures watching from the bowl shaped cliffs surrounding the valley. They learned over time they were merely watchers, nothing more than shadows of beings that couldn't fully enter their world, but acted as guardians of the valley. The men disembarked with a great clamor like children running to get their reward for good behavior. Their leader could still sense her scent on the wind, though not as strong. She would come calling soon, he knew it, for now he went in with his men to enjoy the feast that would be waiting for them beyond the rickety door of the tavern.

The long table was fit for a king, many delicacies that pleased the senses draped over the sumptuous meal as the soldiers took their place and began to chant in time.

"Tristan! Tristan! Tristan!" they bellowed in time as their leader took his place at the head of the table, a silvery goblet of ale lifted high.

A hush drew over the crowd as he stood triumphantly at the end of the table. Beautiful mouse women came from seemingly nowhere carrying cooked meats and variety of vegetables that they had never before seen, but the taste was beyond heavenly. They were more lively than the rest of the town folk, often changing with each time they came. One had large breasts that were barely held by the flimsy blouse as she bent down to serve the soldiers. The other was smaller and somewhat more slender, her blouse riding so far down her shoulders she would bare the buds of her own like her companion. There would be more of course, beautiful but still glassy eyed that would serve his men in ways that he would hear down in the trenches later.

"Tonight," Tristan said calling his men's attention to him, "we feast. To Victory!"

A collective roar erupted as he sat to partake with his men the feast. They gorged themselves on food and drink, merrily recounting their exploits as the servers moved about the group quietly. Tristan's senses began to prickle as if he were counted with a charge like before a lightning strike, then there was her scent. The flowery aroma was intoxicating, his loins beginning to ache and burn as he slammed his goblet down to the table.

"Men," he shouted over the noise, "it is time."

They turned happily as the nude mouse women began to flood into the room, their bodies outlined in a gossamer fabric that enticed their paws to feel. The owner of the tavern opened the door to the inn just beyond the wooden archway, a collective thunder of boots signaled their retirement. The last time they had barely had a moment before taking their pick atop the feast they had prepared and partaking of their female companions. They carried their women to their rooms beyond the doorway as Tristan went to the door where a horse was waiting for him.

He pulled on his hood as the thin sliver of moon climbed over the cliffs and spilled it's silvery light into the valley. He would ride to the north end, her scent getting stronger as he rode across the barren land. It wouldn't be long before he would see the light of her cave high up on the cliff wall, her shadowy outline illuminated at the edge of the darkness above. The entrance was ahead a dark gaping maw of cave that the horse would have to stay while he tended to business. Two servants waited by torchlight as they emerged from the inky gloom, taking the horse and caring for it as they lead him to the pool ahead. He stripped the armor from his powerful body until he himself was bare before the dark waters before him.

A servant held out a gold pipe to which he bit onto before wading into the icy bath, then diving deep into the gloom. He swam facing downward toward the blackening depths when a blue light began to illuminate the water around him. He pushed forward, breathing through the strange pipe clamped between his teeth. He didn't understand the magic behind how it worked, but only grateful he could take in breathes of fresh air deep below the water. He was suddenly caught in current, an undertow that sucked him down into it's wake as blue glow grew intense. He was floating through the blue haze before feeling his body shifting direction as he emerged into the cavern.

He broke the surface of the water, swimming toward the warm glow of the candles ahead. The water became shallow, his lithe form rising from the water as it coursed from his fur as he stood upon an island in the midst of a vast lake stretching into the distance. On one end was the mouth of the cave where he had seen her, the small island attached to it now devoid of anything but a lone tower of candles. The other end stretched into the mountain itself, fading into the dark beyond his vision.

The island was large enough to walk around upon, decorated with fine rugs and items of gold as well a finely crafter bed. He shook the water from his nude body, then scanned the cavern as her scent began to overwhelm him again. He spotted a faint blue glow in the dark waters beyond his reach, slowly growing closer as it arched between the rocks that were below the surface. A dark shape broke the surface, her eyes glowing like amber in the gloom as she began to rise from the water. Her thick lips spread into a smile upon her muzzle, her dark blue scales glittering iridescently down her graceful neck to the golden scales upon her belly and breasts. The water cascaded down her form as she rose, her great pendulous breasts heaving with each step she took. Her body was adorned with glittering chains crossing over her body and beneath her breasts, finally arching above her vulva and between her powerful thighs.

Tristan took in the sight, his manhood becoming so erect that it hurt as her scent intoxicated him. His heart was racing and his eyes were almost glassy as the dragoness approached him, water trailing behind her as she sat upon chair with the arching rest. She lay upon it and grinned at the wolf, his chest heaving at the beautiful creature before him.

"It's been a while," she cooed softly as he approached, "I want to thank you for what you did."

"It was my pleasure," he said feeling his loins aching as she slipped a long finger over her slit, gently spreading herself to his delight.

The warm flesh beckoned him, his body aching for release.

"Come now, reap your rewards," she said beckoning him on.

The wolf practically pounced upon the dragoness, probing for her as he looked her dead in the eye before burying himself inside her. She let out a yelp of joy, Tristan's body already finding the rhythm as she hugged his manhood. Their maws touched, their tongues finding each other as her scent drove him to insanity. Her legs were upon his shoulders as he pinned her arms to the chair, the wolf pumping away into the hot depths of her body.

The dragoness grinned, whined softly and begging him to keep going. He body was burning for release, but he wouldn't find it, not just yet. Everything was a blur for a moment when he found himself pinned beneath her, the dragoness towering over him as she bounced relentlessly upon him. He took a nipple between his lips, sliding his tongue over the flesh and finding a sweet taste that he was familiar with. She began to roll her hips, Tristan fighting to hang on through her most wicked of tricks.

"Quite the soldier," she said, "but lets see how long you hold on through this."

She pulled from of him, slinking down his belly as she laid kiss upon kiss before swallowing his manhood. Tristan was taken aback as the velvety lining of her throat slipped over him like a warm glove. She locked her lips around him, swirling her tongue wickedly along the shaft that remained. He was drunken on her scent now, his eyes glassy with the pleasure she was giving him as she worked him to the edge of orgasm, teasing him with her tongue to catch her breathe. She caught him between her breasts, teasing him with her flesh before sinking him into her throat once more.

His body began to tense near the edge once more, before being let down to calm down as she slunk over his drunken form. He felt her slip over him once again as she sat down upon him, his member spearing into her womb again and again. His knot began to swell as he pawed at her breasts swinging above him, nipping at her neck as he pushed into her belly. Beyond the point of no return, he emptied his hot seed into her as his knot locked them together. She collapsed beside him, pulling his knot free of her as she tried to get her breathe.

"My turn," he said leaping onto her back with almost supernatural grace.

He took her from behind much to her surprise, probing her womb like a feral beast in heat. The dragoness quivered with delight at the tables being turned on her as the wolf rode her valiantly with renewed vigor. His mind was a burning haze now, unaffected by the first load of his seed as he felt fuller than normal. His heavy balls slammed against her scaly slit now wet with her juices as well as his own, driving him mad with the pleasure flooding his mind. He gripped her hips and pulled her up onto all fours, their hips colliding almost violently as he buried his swelling knot into body once again. He filled the dragoness once more, before pulling away, to let her breathe a moment. He wanted more as he scooted her tail aside and sought refuge within her tailhole.

"WICKED BOY!" she shouted, startled as his wet member slid into rump and began probing her hot depths.

She grit her teeth as he locked his maw around her neck, holding her steady as he stretched her open with his rod. He glided into her thankfully still wet with their juices as she began to relax into the motion, her finger fumbling for her slit. She growled at first before whimpers of pleasure began to escape her dark lips, the wolf pushing away into her. Colors exploded before his eyes, mostly within his mind as he traced this new path into her with his member. She began to wail with pleasure as she came to orgasm, squeezing him violently as he buried his swelling knot inside her. She cried out as she stretched to fit him inside, then feeling him erupting deep inside her belly as his knot locked them together. Her belly grew warm as she as wracked with pleasure from both ends, her body spasming in time with him.

He pulled away, the dragoness coming up off the couch as she stretched to release his swollen knot. She cried out almost relieved as he flopped out of her, leaving her stretched opening to recover. He closed upon the ground, his body aching and sore though his spirit more willing than ever. The dragoness loomed over him, a sly look upon her face as she stood over him.

"You are a wicked boy," she said hunkering down upon his chest, "you must pay the price for taking that route."

Tristan could barely mumble as the colors began to flood his vision.

"Well, I think it's time you repaid a favor," she said arching her back, her scaly lower lips coming into view. "You'll know what to do."

She lowered herself to his muzzle as his tongue found her slit; more colors exploded across his vision. The taste of her was just as intoxicating as her scent, more so that he could buried his tongue inside her. The world began to dim, then blur as he went on, finally the darkness taking him.

Four days had passed as he rode back toward the village, four days he barely realized existed while in the arms of the dragoness. Every day was a new pleasure, a new trick and an new way of finding pleasure. Her scent would be strong again when it came to see her once again, by then the men would be ready once again to take on a new mission. They would have gorged themselves on food, drink and women, much like he had during the four days that would slowly reveal themselves during the times of longing that would come. The men would be ready for his return, unquestioningly ready to ride back to their ship.

The ship moved down the fjord, silently as it come, and for a moment he thought he could see the light from her cave once again through the haze settling in behind them.

He turned to his men and said, "Onward, toward home."

The End