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"These things can never be easy, can they?"

Footpaws were already trembling, surrounded by inches of snow on the ground; boots would have made for an audible crunch with each step, and Havelock couldn't afford that kind of attention.

It was going to be hard enough to convince even one guard to let him into the city, especially when he discovered that the necessary papers, forged as they were, weren't present in his side pocket.

She's alone, though. I'd hate to have to do it, but if it comes to it, I'll take her down...

Havelock decided right then that resorting to violence would be his very last move, but he was entirely prepared to follow through with it. From behind he cover of a thick, snow-covered tree, he'd been keeping watch on the entrance to the city gate for a few minutes, moving as little as he possibly could.

It was becoming harder to resist a warming shiver with each passing moment.

"These ears aren't just for show, you know. You may as well come out from behind that tree and stop insulting my abilities."

Tall, wide ears on the top of the guard's head were flickering in the moments before Havelock took up shelter behind the tree; even without boots on, he'd been detected well before.

Now, he was pointlessly shivering and risking hypothermia.

"And here I thought I might still have some skills about me," Havelock was already reciting the clever speech in his head. "But you're in a league all your own, aren't you? I didn't have you fooled for even a second."

"Ditch the flattery...it isn't going to get you anywhere."

A chill deeper than any he'd felt from the snow ran down Havelock's spine. She'd nearly paralyzed him with her voice alone, but he knew that he wouldn't last much longer without shelter from the cold.

Stepping out from behind the tree, Havelock raised his paws and moved forward. "Can't blame a guy for trying, can you?"

"Considering that it's in my job description, I certainly can," she replied. A wolfess wrapped up in a long, heavy jacket and boots so thick that they made Havelock envious was waiting by the gates, brandishing rifle and wearing a sidearm. "If you were supposed to be here, you wouldn't have come sneaking around in the first place. I'm guessing you don't have the necessary paperwork for entrance?"

"How did you gather that?"

She chuckled for a moment. "If you did, you would have come right to the front door. You look like you're about to freeze to death."

A much thinner jacket, ragged pants and a lack of other clothing kept Havelock very close to the fate that she'd detailed. "You're sharp, if you don't mind my saying," he replied. "But how's your sense of honor?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she took a tighter grip on the rifle in her palms.

"I don't have the paperwork needed to get in. I don't have the money to bribe you...but if you leave me out here overnight, I'm probably gonna die...so again I ask, how's your sense of honor?"

"Damn near immaculate," she narrowed her gaze on the coyote, as if he was the only target in the whole world for her rifle. "Which is exactly why I'm going to let you in...but you're not coming in for free."

Her duty to the life of an innocent man outweighed her sense of duty to the city, much to the lucky delight of Havelock, who felt a cautious smile creeping across his lips. "I have nothing to give, other than the clothes on my back...but if that's what it takes, they're all yours."

"You'd still freeze to death inside the city walls if you did that, idiot. It doesn't magically stop snowing on the other side of the bricks...it just cuts down on the wind so that you wouldn't suffer quite as much."

"So you're just letting me in so that I can freeze to death on the inside?"

"No," she said, her eyes rolling in a visual groan. "I'm letting you in because it's a cold, lonely night, and you're not the only one who needs a little warming up."

Havelock wasn't entirely sure what she said, but his tall, sensitive ears folded back as If he knew her intentions to a 't.' "You...y-you can't be serious."

"My shift is almost over, coyote. I'm about to head home, and as far as I'm concerned, it looks like you have two options: Stay out here and freeze to death alone, or come stay in a nice, warm bed with some very intimate company."

The wolfess knew that she was holding all the cards, and she played each one with purpose, helping Havelock to eliminate the other foolish choices that he could have made. He wouldn't have been dumb enough to pass up a chance at survival, but she'd sweetened the pot for him so much that he had trouble believing what he was hearing.

"And how do I know I can trust you?" he asked, as if he had any leverage to worry about such a thing.

"You don't. You can't."

Havelock gulped.

"But seeing how the next guard coming to the gate won't give you a choice at all, I'd highly recommend that you take my offer, lesser canine."

Spending so much time on the run made Havelock deathly afraid of trusting anyone as far as he could throw them, and the wolfess could clearly hold her own if she needed to. Her paws were still in position to move right to the trigger, if the coyote was foolish enough to try anything.

"Guess I don't really have much of a choice after all," he admitted. "Where should I go?"

The statement was music to hear ears. She kept them perked with excitement as her relief came walking down a hidden path.

"To the prison, you fucking thief."

Her aim trained on Havelock an instant later, but she winked at him from behind her iron sights.

"Another capture this evening, Greta? There won't be any miscreants left for the rest of us!" the shift change was right on time, and just behind her, the gates opened as if she willed them to do so. "Get the hell out of the cold already. You need any help with this one, eh?"

"He's all bark, no bite...and it seems he's all out of bark, now," her taunt stung even if she was just putting on a show for her comrades. "Come along, coyote boy. You'll warm right up in the back of a cell."

Havelock stepped forward without hesitation, keeping his paws up and staying two steps ahead of Greta as she began to follow. The gates closed behind her, completing his first objective...but now, he had to hold up his end of the bargain.

"I don't suppose you're gonna lower that thing anytime soon?" he asked, finding it hard to walk in a straight line with a gun pointed at his back.

"Not until we get there. I cannot risk you appearing to be an accomplice," Greta explained. "What's the matter? Does my barrel make you nervous, coyote?"

The obvious, double entendre left Havelock to grunt out a laugh. "It's not doing mine any favors, anyway."

"Don't you worry about that. I've got plenty of ways to get your gun working again..."

**

When you were walking in front of the barrel of a gun, time slowed down to such a crawl that once you were free of it, everything became a blur.

"Strip. Pants off. Don't keep me waiting."

Those orders were already a thing of the past. Havelock was hardly in from the cold before his pants were ripped to the floor, and his coat was tossed away. He scarcely had a chance to make it to the bed before Greta crawled right into it and tightly gripped the base of his sheath, putting her previously mentioned skills to work.

Only the very tip of his bright, canine member had emerged, but her tongue was so delightfully warm upon his chilled flesh that more was quick to follow.

"I should really thank you," she said, pausing as she leaned back and took a moment to simply enjoy the visual marvel of his tapered length growing into existence from the depths of a lightly-furred sheath. "There is very little excitement in my job, coyote. This may be the only thrill I experience in the months ahead."

Her nose pressed to the underside of the tip as it rose to greet her, and a curious taste from the flat of her tongue drew the first trickle of precum out of his urethra.

It was all happening so fast that the coyote only then realized that she'd never gotten his name.

"H...Havelock," he whispered. "You can call me Havelock...and you're the one who needs to be thanked. I would have died without you, Greta."

"You're not out of the woods yet, Havelock."

Looking down his torso at the goddess of winter who'd saved him, he watched the porcelain bristles of her fur stand up on end as she continued working her saliva into the delicate flesh upon his shaft. Her words brought him concern anew, but every worry he felt was quickly slurped away, until her lips settled upon the tightly concealed flesh of his sack, kissing each testicle with skillful affection.

"I'm almost afraid to a-ask what you mean by that," he moaned across his worries and shuddered in place as Greta looked up at him from behind his cock, the reddish-pink shaft standing stark against her snow-white fur and eyes of icy blue. "Unless you're being literal..."

"I mean that you look like a sturdy canine," Greta complimented his thick, toned figure before sliding the flat of her tongue all the way along the underside of his shaft, leaving it glistening in front of her muzzle. "And you're tasty, to boot...but I'm not as passive as most of the bitches you've met."

"I'd noticed."

Greta snickered. She gripped the base of his shaft and held it tight as she rose up from between his thighs and hopped right into place, straddling his hips and settling her eager folds against the soaked tip of his cock.

"That was merely a warm up, Havelock. I'm just getting started."

There were a lot of questionable things in Greta's closet next to the skeletons she kept, but she was never one to run her mouth without backing it up. She could already see Havelock opening his maw to question what was in store for him, but she eased herself back and showed him instead, allowing the head of his unprotected cock to sink into the first two inches of her deliciously wet passage.

Like the most skillful burglar, she stole the air right from his lungs and held it in her ears, relishing in the gasp of pleasure that seeped from his lips.

You're no match for me after all, little coyote.

"I was j-just worried you needed more time to warm up," Havelock claimed. Free to move his arms as he pleased, he set his paws right on Greta's hips and kept her in place on his lap, utterly content to let his cock dip further and further inside until it disappeared completely under the guise of her pubic mound grinding at his crotch. "I see that was r-rather foolish of me...nngh..."

"You must be used to girls who are spoiled by the sun," Greta suggested, keeping her moans in check for the moment. "They don't have to worry about being exposed to the cold, so they can make love flippantly, wherever they want...a woman of the north knows how quickly Lady Winter can steal your opportunities for passion and pleasure, so her sex is always ready..."

Determined to establish her place as the rightful ruler of the bedroom, Greta kept her knees tight around the outside of Havelock's thighs and squeezed him internally as she leaned over, pressing the supple flesh of her breasts to his own flat, bare chest. She had him pinned down, and thinking herself victorious, she bit down fiercely upon his shoulder, letting him feel her intention to mark him.

Hips continued to bounce gently upon a throbbing length as Greta's tongue soaked right into the multiple tones of fur on Havelock's shoulder, but resisting her gasps became impossible as Havelock raked his claws through the fur upon her sides and dragged his digits to her backside.

"If you're so sure that it's ready...I don't have to hold back anymore."

Pawtips clenched tight against the smooth, enticing curve of Greta's ass and pulled it forth, giving Havelock just enough clearance to lift his thighs and push up. At first, the wolfess took it as a common thrust and gasped with delight, but as his cock moved up and in to her welcoming passage, his hips cocked to the side, and her body began to tumble from atop of his own.

A quiet whump was mostly drowned out by her sheets as her body tumbled down under his own, and impressively enough, he stayed inside of her, mostly thanks to her skillfully tight grip upon his shaft.

"Hmmph. Trying to take over as man of the house, Havelock?"

"Fuck trying," he replied, finding his knees beneath him. He drove forth from the hip viciously and grinned as Greta tossed her head back and opened her maw to cry out with passionate delight, but she fought the sound every step of the way, even as a series of harsh, deep thrusts were quick to follow. "Feels like I've got you p-pretty solidly trapped beneath me..."

Stuck under the coyote in the missionary position, some would have given in to their fate...but Greta wasn't so easily bested.

Her ankles kicked up and her thighs wrapped around his lower back as he leaned into her, keeping him from pulling too far away. He'd been unsure if she was okay with him finishing inside of her, but if her actions weren't a signal enough, her gaze was _begging_for a full, heated load of cum.

"If you think you're in control just because y-you're on top," Greta paused, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan, "Y...you've got another thing coming, coyote!"

"Long as I've got you cumming..."

Greta snickered. "Getting there, but you'll never outlast me."

As Havelock pushed down on her body and pinned her shoulders under his paws, Greta squeezed tighter around his cock and dug her claws into his lower back, her hips thrusting up to meet with his own driving thighs. She raked her claws through his flesh deep enough to leave marks in it as Havelock returned the favor, leaning in close to bite down harshly at her neck...but it wasn't just to establish dominance.

He was on the verge of his climax, and didn't want to admit it to her, even if she could feel the telltale pulse of his thick, deep vein, pushing right through the underside of his shaft to tease her inner walls.

"C...can't let you win..._nnn...fuck!"_he groaned, wincing his eyes shut as his fangs threatened to pierce the tender flesh by her throat. His hips were already moving quick, but the short, rapid thrusts were growing shaky and uneven as Havelock's tummy began to clench with a familiar pleasure.

It was his efforts that ended up saving him; Greta loved making her lover work for her climax, and though she was doing her best to keep up, the coyote was just barely outpacing her, even as she reached up with trembling arms and sunk her claws into his upper back.

"Fi...Fill me, Havelock...if you're f-fucking man enough..." he voice was a desperate, shaky whisper at first, meant only to entice him to inquire further, but her own body denied her the patience to wait for him to reply. "Pour it all inside of me...y-you naughty fucking coyote! Yes!"

The battle for dominance was drawing to a close as long, heated strands of canine seed burst from the tip of Havelock's tapered length. Greta shuddered helplessly as her vaginal walls were soaked completely through with cum, reaching all the way up to her womb before it finally began sinking back down to coat his shaft anew. The rush of her own fresh juices was subtle by comparison, but the rapid and greedy fluttering of her inner muscles was enough to leave Havelock speechless and panting once more, collapsed into her body.

The excess mess that spilled out from her parted cunt was just one sign of the struggle that had ensued. Panting, quivering bodies were coated with claw marks, ruffled fur and passionate moisture, with neither one completely satisfied, just yet.

"I f-fucking knew it would be too much for you," Havelock tried to sound ferocious as he whimpered into Greta's ear, feeling his own mess slowly drooling back down his shaft to the tender skin upon his sack.

The wolfess bit down on his shoulder as she reveled in the sensation of his virile seed inside of her, but the mark her fangs left was slow to fade, just like the aftershock of her climax.

"If you...really think...you won the first round," she spoke between heaving breaths, "You're fucking g-going down in round two..."