Duel
The charecters Rhi and Galen are private and interlectual property used with permission. Be warned. This story contains scenes of violence and sex between two consenting adults, and any one under the age of 18 is advised to turn away now.
Duel
The midday sun sparkled upon the waters of a nearby waterfall, cascading into the shallow pool, its cool waters inviting. A play of patterns swirl across the ground, cast by the shadows of ancient oak and ash deep in this forest grove. The loud sound of running water and the chirping of forest birds calls out to the wilds, only to be disturbed by the sounds of steel upon steel.
The two forms danced about one another, a Wolf and a Tigress. The Wolfs athletic body moving with speed and agility, his twin curved blades flashing in the bright sun before him. His long braided hair, trailing behind him. The twin swords come in, only to find the Tigress glaive waiting to beat the blades to the side. The silver striped dark tigress lunges forward with the blade, barely missing the wolfs bare chest, as he spins out of the way and backs off. The dark furred tigress, holds her ground defiantly, the black locks of her hair, hanging neatly over her shoulders. Her grey eyes keeping a close watch on her opponent, a smile appearing on her features.
The wolf, breathing a little heavier than usual, calms a little more, taking a good look over the females leather clad form. His admiring gaze at her toned form interrupted by her body darting forward, spinning the pole-arm around her back into a horizontal slash for him. On instinct, the wolf jumps, and turns his body in the air. Dodging the incoming blade, and landing behind her. He quickly stands, and presses his back against her. His tail saying below him, and both of hers below him. They stand back to back for a few moments, shoulders against shoulders.
"ohkay, that was close..." says the wolf, trying to figure out the Tigress' movements by touch
"you shouldnt have been giving me the once over Galen" Her voice was smooth as silk.
The duet move in a slow circle in time with one another, reading the others movements as they hold there backs to one another.
"so what happens now my lovely tiger" his voice was young, but not cocky "i dont think we can stay like this too long"
"well, your the one that put us like this...im willing to accept a surrender if you feel uncomfortable" Though Galen could not see it, he was sure she was smiling. This duel meant something to the both of them. Surrender was not an option. Not yet at least. The tigress could feel the wolfs muscle's become taunt for just a moment as he dived into a roll, she swept the blade around, dull edge first, in an attempt to trip him before he lands.
He hit the deck hard, rolling and turning, bringing the two swords up in-front of him. He see the tigress jut in time to adjust the blades subtly as she bring the glaive in for another thrust. His Scimitar sliding up the blade, re-directing it away as the other comes in for the throat line. So concentrated he was for the attack, that it was to late that he saw the other end of the glaive's shaft swing around and slam him in the side, sending him sprawled on the ground. His confusion very much evident, as the tigress stalked towards he prey. Bringing the glaive about her body in an arc and briging its tip plunging to her target. Galen, at the same time brings a scimitar up to meet her from his prone position.
Long moments pass. The birds carry on chirping, and the loud waterfall can still be heard on the edge of the small clearing. The sun high, and the clouds sparse.
The tigress looks down at the wolf. A smile on her face, until she saw the sliver of silver mere inches from her throat. She looks down at the smiling wolf, her face a mixture of excitement and surprise. Her own glaive, hanging just from the wolfs heart, barely touching his chest fur.
"so, shall we call it a draw?" the smile never left Galen's muzzle
"your the one on you back" she uses a finger to move the blade away from her, and walks towards the pool. Leaving the wolf on the springy grass, looking up at the clouds. His head turns to admire her swaying behind.
"ok, you win. Was worth a shot though" The wolf gets up to this paws, and sheaths both scimitars. He walks up to the tigress, his paws not making a sound in an environment he knows so well. She starts to strip of the fine leather jerkin and snug fitting leggings. With the amount of time Galen and the tigress has spent on the road, modesty had no place for them. Galen leaned back against a near by tree, his eyes trying to divert from the almost naked form.
The tigress, her back facing the wolf as she removes her bra. Letting her breasts feel the cool breeze. She bends down as she removes her lace panties, subtly ensuring the wolf gets a good eye full. Galen could not help but think how much this tigress must truly enjoy teasing him. His mind going down certain avenues of though. So caught up in his mind, he didn't hear the splash of water. He could see her curvy form entering the cool water, unashamed and completely happy to be naked. She looks back at him, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"well, Galen, id like to claim my prize now" the mischievous look, turns to one with a hint of authority "I won our duel. So now wash me if you will". Before Galen's mind could register he was stood up, and started to remove his clothing to join her in the water. He thought to himself about the power this woman seems to have over him. How, in just the write tone of voice ad the right look, she could get him to do anything... and he liked it.
He picked up a bar of soap from his pack, and waded into the water to her. She led him closer to the water fall, were a bubbling rock pool lay to the side of it providing natural seating below the water. Galen takes his seat on the hard stone, as the tigress sits neatly by the side of him, her well formed back. He scoops up some water, and lets it flow down her fur. Repeating the motion. He takes his time. He builds up a lather with the soap, massaging it into her back and taking pleasure in the purring sounds escaping her. He truly cared for her, and it showed in the care he took. He admired her form. Taking note, and memorising every curve upon her body. His hands sweep up to her shoulders, and start working into them. Working the knots out of them from the last hour of sparring, with the bet of the winner has to wash the loser. It was the first bet of the kind they made.
She Relaxed into his grip. Enjoying the sensations that the fighter behind her was providing with skilled fingers. How she enjoyed making him do these things. Even more so, since he gained some pleasure out of it as well. She arched her back a bit. The wolfs paws caressing down across her waist and hips, and back up, rubbing through through the fur.
"the backs all done now Rhi" came the soft voice of the wolf. She looks over her shoulder at eyes seductive and half closed.
"your doing my front now, if you've finished the back" there was no sense of choice in the matter. She turns around, the water rippling as she does. Galen couldn't help but blush. Seeing her like this. Her fur matted with water and her breasts just below his line of sight. He was making an effort to keep eye contact with her, and she knew it.
"well, wash me" she commanded. And he obeyed, lathering up the soap once more, and running his paw down her arms. She allowed him to take the arm as he did, her own eyes not leaving his face. It made Galen nervous with the scrutiny those eyes were putting him through. After the arms, he moved to the shoulders, and then the stomach. Rhi smiled to herself, knowing that he is intentional avoiding certain areas. She thought it was quite cute.
One Galen had finished with the stomach, Rhi lifted a dignified leg up, and resting it to one side of him, her vision never leaving him. Galen was breathing a little more heavy, concentrating on not feeling too aroused by this. He lathered up her leg, letting the water from the bubbling pool flow around it, washing away the suds. His paw crept up her leg, massaging as it went. He was soon at her thigh, and continued up. Stopping just before he reached the apex of the leg. She lifted the second one out, and command that he continue.
The other leg was finished. Her eyes still fixed on a slightly nervous, and pent up Galen.
"ok, im done now" the wolf said. Leaning back a little against a rock.
"no your not. Finish your job" Her voice came. She sat there, waiting for him to finish the job at hand. No, commanding him to Galen thought. He brought himself back up. And lent forward with the soap. He lathered around the edge of her breast at first, caressing it in circles. Letting his fingers do the work for him. Rhi half closed her eyes, as Galen cleaned her breasts, his fingers and palm doing a wonderful job, of not just cleaning. But lighting a fire within her as well. He reached her erect and pink nipples, and stroked them with his thumbs. She could see on his tortured face, that not only was he concentrating. But also that he was enjoying himself too. He washed the suds of of her heaving breasts with the ice cold water. That sent shivers down her spine. Next, came the most testing part for Galen.
He moved in closer, and started to lather up again. Bringing the paw down to her thighs, stroking them again. "you've already washed those" Rhi's scolded. Her voice filled with authority and anticipation. Galen apologises under his breath, and moves his paw to cup her feminine kitty. He could the warmth, and a wetness not just of water. He could see her breath gaining pace, could see the hungry look in her eyes as he slide the paw up and down, stroking and massaging her. He could feel the silky fold under his fingers, and could feel a slight nub as well. He knew what that was.
The feelings that were building up inside of him, couldn't be contained for much longer as his sheath bulged with his red member escaping. He hoped she wouldn't see. no. he hoped that she did see. He wanted her to see at that time. But her half closed eyes wouldn't leave his features. Not just yet. She kept looking at him. With so many thoughts in his mind, Galen couldn't help himself. Her kitty was cleaned, but he kept stroking, making the tigress purr loudly. He felt I each time his fingers passed over her delicate nub, and her inviting opening. Without thought. He pushed one into you. She gasped aloud, and brought her hips down upon the offending digit. She would allow this. For now. His finger curled inside of her, pressing against her inner walls. A second finger going the first now, as he twists his paw to rub her clit with his thumb. Lost in what he is doing completely. If he carried on, she knew what would happen. She wasn't going to allow this. Not yet.
Quickly, she pulled his fingers out of her, and took hold of his erect shaft. Holding it painfully tight in her paw. He gasped, and was paralysed as she leant in, right next to his flattened ears "my arnt we a big boy?" she whispered. Her paw not moving from his shaft, and still firmly gripping his wrist. She pushed his back against the stone behind him, pining him down against it. Her paw, relaxed slightly started to glide up, and down his shaft. Galen's breathing was almost uncontrolled at first. Soon, it found a heavy rhythm alongside the tigress' paw. She pressed her wet body against his. Straddling him with her hips, and holding him in place. She whispered again "tell me, how much do you want to fuck me.."
His reply came hard and staggered "I want you so bad right now..."
"How bad? Tell me how badly you want it." She demanded, her thumb twirling around the head of his cock, his head lolling about.
"Id do anything... anything you wanted.." Came his heavy voice. The proud and playful warrior, was almost broken beneath her. And both felt the pleasure of that idea
"ill hold you to your word. Your mine now, no-one else's. Is that understood?"
To add to the point she was making, she lowered herself, guiding him to her kitty. Letting his canine cock part her submersed lips. She rotates her hips, toying with him. Letting him feel just a fraction of what being inside her is like, and showing how much a privilege it is.
"yes, Im yours.. just yours... please..." Satisfied, she drops her weight onto his waiting shaft. The seven inch member stretching her widely, all the way to her deepest regions. Both gasped and sighed at the pleasure. Both had a feral look in there eyes, letting there instincts take over. She pulled her hips up, almost making him exit, before coming back down. Hard. Along his shaft. They both soon find a rhythm with one another, born both out of there sparring and mostly there desire and instincts for one another. She grabs his paws, and paces them on her hips as she grabs his shoulders, balancing herself more. Her gyrating hips splashing the water all about them, as she leans in and bites the wolf on the neck. Her grip marking her as the lead as she fucked him. Heavy breathing, mixed with splashing water. Masking the growls coming from both. She could feel his knot now, forming at the base of him. She brought each thrust down, taking it inside her, stretching her more than she thought with each down motion. The knot inflated, his rapid pulse turning the already hard shaft into almost an iron bar. Her pace quicken, she could feel her release coming, an she knew by the size of him that his was not too far off. And then it came. She felt the electrifying sensation fill her limbs as she brought her weight down on him again, plunging him so deeply into her. The knot firmly lodged, Galen growled in pleasure, as he tied with her, spilling his white hot seed deep inside her depths. Riding out her orgasm, the tigress could feel every spurt and every pulse of it satisfyingly filling her. She collapse down onto him, neither having the energy to move, even if the knot would allow them to. Then she whispered in his ear...
"all mine..."
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