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[i]Kara looked down at Hood's underwear. Virginal white panties, they were adorned with a tiny red bow at the front, where the cotton cloth was stretched tight over the maiden's mound. Kara worked her paws underneath each side of their waistband, but just as she did so, Hood roused and began to squirm, in an attempt to get away.

“N-no…" she gasped.

“Hood, come now, I've been naked all day, and you need to do this," Kara said.

“But-“

The wolf gripped the outside of the waistband and gave the waistband a yank. The sides slid down the girl's creamy thighs, but the front was caught on something, stretching the waistband taut. Kara was about to move a paw to free it when it came loose of its own accord with a muted twang.

The sight that greeted Kara, once that underwear was around the maiden's knees, was one that she would not soon forget.[/i]

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With the underwear now wrapped around Hood's knees, Kara could see that between Hood's thighs was not a maiden's nethers, as she expected, but a cock. It was small, and covered over with a sheath. That sheath was made of a tight, smooth skin, that left only a circular hole at the end, through which she could see the pink beneath. Just like the rest of Hood's body, it was so slender and, if she was honest, [i]girlish[/i], that she would've thought the human a eunuch if she couldn't see just how intact they were.

The sight of it, so close, and just as adorable as everything else she'd seen so far, sent a shiver down her spine that ended in her crotch. She ogled their junk, fantasising about how human tasted, with their subtle odours and regular bathing, and wondered how different it would be to her own kind. How big would it get? Would they moan differently to wolves? Would they like it if she licked-

“Miss Kara?" Hood interrupted, and Kara was alarmed to realise that she'd been staring at that girlish cock for so long that she'd begun to salivate. She straightened up, wiping her jaws with her arm, then scooped Hood up in her arms once more.

“It'll feel cold," she said, “but give it a moment."

With that, the curvaceous she-wolf stepped into the water, carrying her charge. She felt a rush as the cold water enveloped her footpaws, then her knees, and chewed her lip a bit as it became deep enough to course around her crotch, extinguishing the fire that had been lit only a few moments ago. Then, she lowered her arms, and submerged Hood.

The instant their body touched the surface, Hood's brilliant blue eyes opened wide, and the small human's chest rose and fell like a steam engine. Kara smiled at his reaction, and waited a moment for them to get used to the temperature, before letting go, and giving Hood the chance to stand up. The water barely came up to Kara's own stomach, but it was deep enough so Hood's body was plunged up to the neck. Right away, the human's countenance seemed to improve.

“So you're-“ Kara started to speak.

“I'm a man," Hood replied, with a frown on his face, though his voice was no less feminine than before. The reply had a weary tone, as though he had clarified this a thousand times before. Kara felt a hint of sympathy. With her hips and butt, along with breasts that made some [i]bovines[/i] jealous, no-one had ever expressed confusion over [i]her[/i] gender.

Kara backed up and motioned for Hood to follow her. She sat down in the waters closer to the shore, in an area where the water was only around an inch deep. She patted the surface to her left, and Hood waded towards her in large, submerged steps. She tried not to stare as his shoulders broke the surface, followed by his chest and waist. Then, he took another step, and Kara watched as his hairless, smooth-shafted cock and tight ball-sack were lifted clear of the water, dripping as they dangled between his legs.

He waded up to the spot she had indicated, so close that Kara could smell his delicate scent, before making to sit down.

“No," Kara said, rotating her paw, “sit facing away. I need to see your back."

Hood obliged, and sat down, cross-legged, before reaching behind his neck and dragging his hair over the front of his shoulders. The bleeding had ceased, and the wounds looked clean; fresh, even. Despite that, the clawmarks were still visible, red and raw.

“I'm going to try and help it heal," Kara said. “Stay as still as you can."

To her surprise, she felt her heart stir in her chest in anticipation as she took up a kneeling posture, facing Hood's back. She reached down with her paws, cupping up as much water as she could, then lifted it, before pouring it down Hood's spine.

“Yowch! That's cold!" he exclaimed, with a shiver that caused him to tuck in his elbows tight against his sides.

Kara smiled at the cuteness of his reaction, then leaned in with her muzzle, and aiming for one of the largest, deepest clawmarks, she licked the wound along the direction of the slash, in a slow, deliberate movement.

Hood exhaled and seemed to relax, and Kara repeated the motion, over and over again. As she did so, the last remnants of the water ran down his back, and she could taste the new flesh forming over the wound, tinged with the taste of his blood. The notes of iron caused her tongue to tingle, but that soon subsided, replaced by a sweet aftertaste that she found intoxicating. Then she sought out the next scratch, and the next, eager for another hit of that wonderful sweetness. Her licks grew faster, prompting the faintest of moans from Hood's throat; a sound which sent a familiar, pleasurable shiver all the way down Kara's spine.

“Why where you out here? Where were you going?" she asked.

“I was…" he said, before trailing off. His shoulders heaved as he brought his hands to cover his mouth again, in an attempt to stifle his sobs. Kara returned to licking his wounds, which seemed to comfort him, and soon the sobs ceased.

“I was coming home. I was trying out for a job waiting tables at one of the taverns, but I… I didn't make it. I lost my fourth job in as many months, and Brunhilde's going to be furious, and I ripped the dress she gave me to wear, and I'm, I'm…" he descended into another bout of sobbing.

“Brunhilde? Your wife?" Kara asked.

Hood shook his head.

“Girlfriend?"

Hood nodded, still sobbing.

“She bought me the new dress, and that cloak. She made me wear them, saying I had to look like some kind of village virgin, so the patrons at the tavern would give me tips, but then one of them tried to grab me and I screamed and…"

Kara foresaw the end of the story, and was overcome with pity for the poor thing. She lunged forward, wrapping her large, chubby arms around him, and pressing her warm body and large, round breasts into his back. Her muzzle came to rest against the right side of his head, with her chin just above his shoulder.

“Hush," she whispered. Hood stopped speaking as Kara squeezed him tight, and in moments, she felt his body grow warmer in a blush that seemed to cover every inch of his skin. She closed her eyes, and could feel his heartbeat through the embrace. She took a moment to enjoy the intimacy, drinking in his cleanly scent.

A scent that, moments later, took on a hint of something else, giving her reason to open her eyes again.

“Oh, hello there," Kara whispered.

Looking over his shoulder, she could see straight down the front of Hood's slender, youthful body. That made it easy to spot his cock, growing hard in pulses that matched his heartbeat. With each pulse, his skin-sheath slid back a little further, and she blinked in surprise as, with a larger pulse, the sheath rolled back, and tucked underneath his “head". A head that was as pink as the skin of his lips and nipples.

Hood shrieked in a high register and pushed his hands over his growing member, blocking her view. He tried to get up, but Kara could feel his movements were borne out of panic, and she held him fast.

“Shhh, it's okay," she whispered.

“I'm s-so sorry," he stammered. “That doesn't usually happen."

It was of no surprise to her. Wolves wore clothing, true, but nudity wasn't a taboo to them. Young, adolescent, old; if the weather was fair and the conditions relaxed, it was the norm for them to walk about 'in the fur'. Humans, she had learned though experience, were what they called [i]bashful[/i]. It was the norm for Wolves to strip human prisoners, and they would always huddle in a corner, covering themselves in the same places.

They never seemed to be ashamed of their legs, or their fingers. It was always their junk.

But no human's junk had ever looked as cute to Kara as Hood's. She breathed down his ear, and Hood seemed to [i]melt[/i] in her arms.

“It's fine," she said. “I'm in heat. It's the scent."

“I'm not a wolf," Hood said.

“You're a male," she replied.

She placed her right paw on his flat, hairless chest, and edged it downwards, an inch at a time, over his stomach and past his waist. Hood removed the hands he'd thrown over his crotch, and Kara chewed her bottom lip as she slid her paw around the skin of his shaft.

Hood exhaled with such force that his head tilted up towards the sky, and he continued breathing like a bellows. The sheer magnitude of his reaction to her touch caused her to feel her own sex tingle.

“Someone's a little backed up," she whispered. She slid her her paw up his length, until her palm was level with his pink cock-head; then she grasped it, her fur making contact with the tender flesh, and stroked down. The movement caused Hood to yelp. He convulsed, pulling his hips back as if trying to get his cock away from her paw.

“Is something wrong?" she asked, letting go.

Hood had to take a moment to get his breath back before he turned his head to look at her.

“That's too much," he whined, “it's too sensitive. Here, if you really want to touch it," he added, taking her large paw in his small hands and leading it back to his shaft.

“Like this," he said, pushing her paw up and down, using it to push his sheath back and forth over the head. Right away, she heard a whimper from his throat, while that pink head returned to a slick, shiny state, covered in pre. With it came the same scent as before. It danced on Kara's awareness; male, but different, with a hint of sweetness.

Kara felt her own arousal begin to smoulder as she kept up her rhythm. That scent had sparked it, and the smooth, milking action of her paw was the fuel, but the flames came from Hood's little gestures. His hands, lying on his thighs, clenched and unclenched in time with the moans that emerged from his throat. He lay his head to the side, his right temple leaning on her left cheek. Soon, pre began to leak from his head like a faucet. Then she felt the first tiny buck of his hips.

“That's a good male," she whispered in his ear. “Let it out."

No sooner had the words left her lips than he bucked again, stronger this time, before he went stiff, as though he had been struck by lightning.

“No," he gasped. He squirmed, shaking his head. “No no no! I can't finish! I can't!"

With those words he managed to wriggle free of her embrace, and staggered forward onto all fours, and for the first time, Kara got an eyeful of his womanly hips and shapely rear. It was only for an instant, as he flipped over to face her, his cock bobbing between his legs. It looked hard enough that had she wanted to, she could've used him as a coat-hook.

He stared at her from a few feet away, and she looked back at him, confused. He [i]had[/i] seemed to be enjoying himself right up until that moment. After all, he had shown her how…

Something forced its way into her thoughts; something impending. Instinctively she glanced at the maze of trees to her left, and sniffed the air. The scent was unmistakable; faint, but definitely there.

[i]Wolf. [/i]

She leapt to her footpaws and approached Hood. He must have realised what had spooked her, for he hunched up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Another wolf?" he whimpered.

“Shhhhh," she ordered.

He tried to scramble backwards, but Kara reached down and scooped him up in her paws. Once she had him in her arms, she waded deeper into the water, and once she had reached the deepest she could wade before having to swim, she hefted him up until his head was at the same height as her muzzle.

“Hold on to me," she whispered. Hood didn't waste a second, flinging his arms around her neck. It left his face less than an inch from her nose, and she took the chance to give his face a cheeky lick. He smiled, but only for an instant, before his expression returned to one of panic.

“Take a deep breath," she said, before lowering herself beneath the surface, pulling him down with her.

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[center][b]"Riding" Hood, Part 4[/b][/center]

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