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Hejira: Crystalline Hall

By Mantrid Brizon

Episode 18.5: Report Inside

Gareth chuckles and takes a seat on a long log. Sarvah sits beside him as they look to the horizon.

“You know, we’ve been traveling together for almost a month now… I never took the time to really sit down and thank you for all that you have done for us…” Gareth begins.

“Gare…” Sarvah says softly.

“We might not have made it here without you. We barely made it through our first battle with The Fallen. The second time was even worse, but you and the Feather Fingers were there. Hell, Volaren saved my life when he took that claw to the back. We owe you more than we could possibly repay, and I just want you to know that it means a lot to me. You’re one of my most trusted friends and allies, and you always will be.” Gareth continues.

He turns and suddenly gives her a warm embrace. Sarvah’s heart pounds in her chest, and she holds him back. After a moment, he lets go and she reluctantly releases her grip.

“You know, we owe you just as much…” Sarvah begins.

“I doubt that.” Gareth chuckles.

“Gare, you proved your skills as a warrior in that battle. That holy bolt of yours killed more Fallen then all of my soldiers combined, and Kahlera is an excellent healer; the best I have ever seen. Volaren took a claw for you, but she made sure that he would not even have a scar from it. She has kept the Feather Fingers in better health that the most expensive apothecary I could possibly hire. I… We are lucky to have met you… All of you, I mean!” Sarvah continues.

“Likewise. I’m glad that we found each other on that road. Plus, being Sahvorai made it a lot more interesting.” He comments.

“How so? Or are you talking about your Sahvorai fetish?” She asks.

“… I wish I wasn’t a human. I’d rather be Sahvorai. I’ve never said that to anyone, even Kahlera.” Gareth says softly.

Sarvah is surprised, even shocked. She has no idea how to respond. She takes a moment to think as Gareth stares at the ground. He seems to be deep in thought.

“Well, I like you as a human, but if there were a way to appeal to Sahvath, then you should do what makes you happy… Of course, I may not want you anymore if you did such a thing.” She says in jest.

“You always know just how to ruin a moment.” Gareth laughs.

“You say that as if you want me to want you.” She comments.

“Being wanted is nice.” Gareth adds.

“It is, though I notice you did not actually answer me.” Sarvah says.

“What can I say? I learned from the best.” Gareth winks.

“Well, want to learn more?” She asks.

After a short pause, he nods in response. Sarvah’s lips curl into a wide grin and she rises from the log. Taking him by the hand, they walk back to the caravan where she finds a cart with several chests and the materials to construct her yurt. Climbing into the cart, she moves on her hands and knees, digging around for something. As she moves, Gareth can’t help but gaze longingly at her gorgeous form. Finding a small chest and opening the lid, she reaches inside.

“These are my personal belongings.” She says as she looks over her shoulder, catching him in the act of staring. “Here it is.”

She takes out a familiar looking pouch containing the incense that she used to mask the scent of their sexual intercourse. She holds the pouch in one hand and grabs Gareth with another. Looping the drawstring of the pouch onto a loop sewn into her skirt, it blends in with another that sits by her side. Leading him from the cart, the pair leave the village and walk for several minutes into the nearby woods. They continue until they are well out of sight and earshot of the village.

Carefully looking around, Sarvah makes sure that the coast is clear. Gareth cannot and doesn’t wait. He helps himself to his she-wolf, reaches out and suddenly taking her into his arms. She gasps as he pulls her in, an arm beneath her large breasts and the other above them, his hand caressing the nape of her neck. His sudden assertiveness arouses her, as it always does. Kissing her neck softly, he gently squeezes her body in his arms and caresses her throat.

Sarvah can feel the bulge in his pants as the hand of his lower arm pulls up her top, freeing her breasts from the confines of her clothing. Taking the plump flesh into his hand, he massages the perfectly shaped orb, softly pinching the charcoal black flesh of her rapidly hardening nipple.

“Mmm, you’re insatiable, aren’t you?” She giggles, resting a clawed hand on his cheek.

“It’s your fault. I’m always struggling when I’m with you.” He answers.

“Me too.” She coos.

She feels herself melting in his arms, her fingers caressing his face and claws gently scratching his skin. He fondles her breasts with one hand as he necks her, his other hand moving from her neck and down her body. It glides over her belly and down to her groin, slipping underneath her skirt where he rests his fingers over her warm loins. She groans softly as he teases her clitoris and nether lips. Her body quivers at his touch; this is the man that she loves, and his every touch makes her heart flutter and her body tremble.

Turning in his arms, he wraps them around her back as she drapes hers over his neck. The secret lovers kiss passionately, their tongues wrapping around each other. He slides his hands down and over her skirt, gripping her buttocks tightly. She groans and reaches down, feeling his impressive member forcing its way through his pants. Rubbing his bulge, she is soon tearing at his garment, removing his belt and opening his pants. Slipping her fingers beneath his clothing, she pushes his pants and underwear down to the ground.

“Why do we keep doing this?” Gareth suddenly asks.

“Because we’re perfect for each other, and we both know it. This is what we are supposed to be doing.” Sarvah answers.

“That sounds about right.” Gareth smiles.

Leaning in for a kiss, his lips move around her snout, to her cheek and down to her neck. Her hands slide around to his groin, taking hold of his quickly engorging flesh. She strokes his member as it grows firm and thick, groaning as he necks her and squeezes her ass. He gives her plump buttocks a firm smack before reaching down and slipping his hand underneath her skirt. Bending his wrist and stretching out his fingers, he teases her pussy as they stand facing each other, their chests pressed together.

With his hand beneath her tail and reaching forward, he slips a finger past her nether lips and into her eager vagina. Her fingers clench as her lover fingers her loins, squeezing and stroking his large shaft with vigor. Gareth takes his free hand and slides it around her body, placing it over one of her ample breasts and roughly gripping it, and massaging her and teasing her nipple.

“Mmm... You’re such an attentive lover.” Sarvah coos.

“I take care of my woman.” He says before kissing her passionately on her lips.

“Am I really your woman?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“So confident.” She giggles.

“You bring it out of me. I never feel so masculine and powerful as when I’m making love to you.” He answers.

Her heart skips a beat. She trembles in his arms, but not only from the pleasure he gives her; his words please her even more than his body does.

“Perhaps I can learn many things from you.” Sarvah says in between kisses.

“Are you going to be a good girl and listen to your mate? Your alpha male has limited patience and doesn’t like repeating himself.” Gareth speaks in the third-person.

“Mmm, yes. I’ll be a good girl for you.” She coos.

Kissing fervently and with their tongues entwined, he leans forward, sweeping Sarvah off of her feet and lying her gently on the ground. She pulls at his shirt while he lifts her top from her body, soon after removing his own garment. With her skirt still attached and his pants and underwear bunched up at his ankles, he leans in and takes hold of her breasts. Licking and sucking on her black nipples, Sarvah moans and groans, petting his head. Taking a hand from her breasts, he slips it underneath her skirt and fingers her, teasing her with two fingers and preparing her for him.

She wriggles in pleasure and groans, gasping for breath as Gareth does everything exactly right. Trembling as the pleasure builds, he seems to know how to her body better than she does. Taking his hand away, Gareth shifts his body and takes hold of his member. Leaning in, he kisses her lovingly as he hides his member beneath her skirt and poises it for entry into her loins. Her fingers clutch his sides tightly, her nether lips literally dripping with anticipation. Sarvah can hardly wait to feel him inside her once again.

Pressing the engorged head of his organ against her black nether lips, he teases her with his pink flesh. She groans and coos, her claws raking the skin on his sides.

“Please, Gare, don’t make me wait. I’ve been a good girl, my love.” She says softly.

Grinning wide, he kisses her snout and moves down to her neck. Pushing the head of his penis against her nether lips, he very slowly and methodically penetrates her loins. Gritting her teeth and grunting, Sarvah feels the large member as it stretches her vaginal canal. The tapering head of his organ barely prepares her for the girth of his shaft; every time they mate is like her first time. Though accepting his size can be a struggle at first, as her body relaxes she grows to love the sensation as Gareth uses her loins.

Feeling the human’s large penis as it makes itself at home in her love tunnel, she groans in pleasure and sighs. Her clawed hands rest on his back as he begins to rock his hips, driving his cock into and out of her hungry pussy with long, slow but powerful strokes. Her legs tremor slightly as the human lay over her, pumping his meat into her body and his bare chest pressing against her plump breasts and subtly rubbing her nipples. Groaning and moaning, his hands caress her body.

As they mate, the lovers forget themselves. Driven by their passion and pure animal instinct, their sex grows more intense and carnal. Driving his exceptional member until his full balls press tightly against her plump buttocks, they smack against her fur covered flesh with subtle plops. With his lover writhing in pleasure and panting beneath him, Gareth has never felt so masculine, so dominant, so in charge and so powerful. He drinks it in, loving the feeling of mating with her. Their oft amusing interactions and her drive to be with him only deepens the pleasure, made even more intense because Gareth truly loves her in return.

Lying beneath him, her bowed legs shiver with delight and her paw-like feet sway in the air, just beneath and behind his buttocks. Sarvah feels so comforted by his grip, so desired by his every touch. It’s as though she can physically feel his love for her. Whether he is walking beside her, laying atop her, kneeling behind her or if she’s sitting upon his member to pleasure him, he is always in command of her heart. His outward assertiveness and dominance makes her feel subservient; she finds herself adoring the feeling, which in a bizarre way is quite empowering to her.

She never feels more feminine than when his gaze lands upon her and a smile crosses his lips. She grins at the thought of his member stiffening from her mere presence. Every kiss he gives her she has earned, and as she lay beneath him, her body enveloping the largest phallus it’s ever felt, belonging to a man whose heart she desires, she knows that she’s won. Her time spent with Gareth, whether they are sitting and talking or vigorously mating, as they are now, is her most precious and beloved time in her life.

“Nng-yes. Hff, fuck me, Gare. Nngahhh!” She cries out.

“What a, nng, good girl, nng, you are. Hff, you’re taking, hff, my big cock, nng like you were born for it.” He chokes out.

“Nngahh! M-maybe, nng, I was?” She coos.

Rocking his hips, Gareth pounds Sarvah’s taut flesh with his ample member, driving the girthy organ into her body with considerably speed and force. His scrotum and full, heavy testicles smack against her buttocks, just above her gleefully swaying tail. Kissing passionately, he works his lover to the best of his ability. Sarvah soon feels a familiar burning in her loins, her pleasure rapidly growing as a result of mating with her lover, the only man she had in years, or wishes to have for the remainder of her life.

“Ahh-yes! Fuck me, Gare! Nngfffuck your little wolf! Ahh!” She exclaims.

Her body sways as he pummels her nether lips with his big cock. Gareth never slows his thrusts, nor does he miss a beat; he pleasures her body like her were a programmed machine, his lips and tongue tasting the flesh of her nipples as his hands feel and fondle her. It is as though he worships the entirety of her form as he mates with Sarvah, a woman whose heart and body he can truthfully claim belong exclusively to him. The claws of her hand rake his back as her knees press against his sides, her feet crossing at the ankles as she holds him in.

Shivering with delight as she lay atop the ground, Sarvah pants as her pleasure reaches its peak. Her loins are filled with her slimy, lubricating juices. Driving his cock into her hungry pussy with powerful and dominant strokes, his organ wafts the scent of Sarvah’s juices, the scent enveloping him. The wonderful smell of their passionate love-making fills both of their noses, slightly embarrassing the she-wolf, but bolstering the human’s confidence and instilling in him a sense of true masculinity.

“Are you going to, nng, cum on my big dick?” He asks her.

“Mmhhmm.” She whimpers, hardly able to speek.

Moving at a steady pace and ramming his large phallus into her, Sarvah’s pleasure reaches the crest. Tipping over the edge before tumbling downward, she squeals in ecstasy and grips him tightly. Her body convulses and Gareth slows his thrusts, pulling back farther but never removing his penis completely from her vagina. Cumming hard, a geyser of a burning hot, watery substance splashes his shaft, scrotum and all of his pelvis. The liquid runs down her plump butt and mats her fur, staining the interior of her black cloth skirt.

Slowing his pace, he prolongs her pleasure as best he can while she trembles beneath him. Her breathing labored and her limbs growing numb and limp from the orgasmic pleasure, her fur mats with her sweat, the lighter shades darkening as a result. Inserting himself until he is full sheathed, he lay atop his lover and snuggles with her. He cannot help but sniff her damp fur, which his a distinctly feminine musk to it that he finds both pleasure and alluring.

“You are such a wonderful lover.” Sarvah compliments him.

“I love rewarding my wolfess.” He replies.

“Your wolfess has been very good so that she could earn your reward.” She coos, tenderly kissing him. “Maybe I please try and earn it?”

“Alright.”

Withdrawing himself from his lover, he shakily sits atop the grass and glances to Sarvah. Her lips are curled into a pleased grin, knowing that if he had continued, she would have felt the wonderful wash of his abundant seed. Now determined, she rolls to her side and lands nearly atop her lover. With their faces mere centimeters apart, they gaze at each with longing for a brief moment before sharing several tender kisses. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she pushes Gareth back as she climbs atop him.

Straddling his pelvis, Sarvah teases his member with her eager loins, rubbing her black nether lips against his pink flesh. The sound her their sticky, moist genitals rubbing is easily audible to both, and she is certain that she feels his member throbbing impatiently. With her strength returned to her, she lifts herself and kneels over him. Reaching down with one hand, she takes the heavy phallus and lifts it, poising it to enter her body yet again. Taking a deep breath, she prepares herself; she finds that she feels much tighter and is easily pleasured in this position.

Lowering herself, she pushes the head against her nether lips. Moving downward, she spreads her loins as she pushes the tip into her body, groaning as she feels the sensation of fullness. With both hands on his chest, she drives Gareth’s cock into her, completely filling her small, tight vagina with his considerable penis. After a moment of adjusting, she begins to swivel her hips and slowly rises and falls, her furry buttocks plopping softly atop his legs and pelvis as she pleasures both herself and her mate.

Turning her eyes to her lover, she sees that he is looking at their groins. Though his expression denotes considerable physical pleasure, his eyes don’t show delight. Remembering her skirt, she reaches down and behind her, untying the cordage that hold the waistband closed and keeps her garment fused to her body. Quickly removing it, she tosses it aside. She never stops riding her lover as she does this. Looking down, she grins at the sight as her lover now enjoys both the sight and feeling of her body.

“Mmm, you like that?” She asks.

“Nng-yeah... I love it, baby.” He answers.

“Nng, I really, hff, love it too, nng.” She replies.

Leaning in, she puts pressure on his chest and works her loins fervently on his penis. Air is pushed from her pussy with several hard thrusts. Gareth smacks her plump ass as she bounces atop him, groaning and moaning as she feverishly works him. His hands grip her breasts, massaging and squeezing the ample globes. Sarvah’s soft fur, now matted and damp over most of her body from her sweat, has a faint but distinct odor; a mixture of sweat, cum, and the aroma of her skin that Gareth finds rather appealing.

Her hands rest atop his glistening chest as she drives herself up and down. Black claws press into his flesh, leaving little impressions as she slams her pelvis down and atop his, driving his large penis into her quivering hole. Her arms tremble as she rapidly brings herself toward another climax. Sarvah is somewhat disappointed in herself for feeling it so soon; she desperately wants to make her lover cum with her. With trembling arms and weakened legs, she begins to falter to the warm waves.

Immediately recognizing her struggle, Gareth leans forward. Sitting upright, he wraps his arms around Sarvah, who in turn clings tightly to her lover’s neck. Sitting atop him, she feels his member throbbing with her, her pleasure paused but not diminishing. He rests a hand on her calf, gently pulling at her lower leg. Obeying her mate, she shifts slightly to wrap her legs around his waist. Now sitting back on his member, her full weight is placed on him, driving him as deep into her pussy as he can possibly go.

With his hands on her buttocks and full balls pressed tightly against it, concealed just beneath her tail, he begins to shift her body. Soon, Sarvah rocks her hips without rising more than an inch from his pelvis, grinding his phallus along the taut walls of her vagina and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. Grunting and groaning, Gareth passionately kisses his lover, smacking her ass and squeezing it tightly. With her body once again building toward a climax, she claws at his back.

“Nnggffuuuck.” He growls.

“Ahh, hff, do you, hff, like this?” She asks.

“Nng, you know I do.” He replies, kissing her snout.

“Show me. Hff. Reward me.” She coos.

Using his arms to assist her, he bounces her atop his lap, driving his cock into her stretched and quivering pussy. They grunt, groan and squeal in pleasure as they indulge in their sordid affair. Her climax building, Sarvah worries that she will not be able to hold out, but her fears are swiftly quashed by Gareth’s grunts. Unlike his others, these are more labored, gruffer. His arms tremble slightly as he feels the pressure building. She rests her chin atop his shoulder and loses herself in the moment, melting in the pleasure of her lover, eyes closed and with her lips curled into a blissful smile.

“Nng, I’m, nnnggg, gonna...” He grunts.

“Mmm, yes. Hff, fill me.” She coos into his ear.

Sarvah struggles to hold back but as she feels herself bouncing atop his girthy member, her fingers coil. With each plop of his scrotum against her plump ass, her pussy pummeled by the large cock of her mate, she cannot hold out much longer. Wincing, she clenches her teeth and groans, her body finally surrendering. While riding her lover, she is rocked by another climax, her body releasing a flood of clear liquid all over Gareth’s penis. Lifting her up higher, he allows the fluid to escape and drench his genitals, though he doesn’t cease their motions.

Grunting and groaning louder and with more force, he drops Sarvah atop his lap, fully sheathing his member within her. With his hands on her buttocks and tightly squeezing, Gareth finally releases. Jet after jet shoots deeply into Sarvah’s body, filling her cervix and drawing out her own climax.

“Ahhh, yes! I feel it! So hot!” She exclaims, trembling with delight.

“NNNGGG-shit! Oh god...” He gasps for breath.

With his arms wrapped around her slender and lithe body, he nuzzles her cheek. She coos and strokes him lovingly as she feels him flooding her body with fertile seed. Weakened from their vigorous mating, Sarvah pulls in her legs and Gareth lies back. Stretching out, his member still fully enveloped by Sarvah’s tight loins, she rests atop him with her head near his shoulder. The lovers cuddle for some time, enjoying their time together.

“Mmm, you’re such a good girl. You really earned that reward.” He says, holding her in his arms as she lay trembling atop him. “Now get on your hands and knees and let me reward you, again.”

“As you wish, my love.” She says softly before kissing him.

With his member still erect, Gareth rolls and lay Sarvah on her side. Pulling himself from her loins, he quickly rolls her over until she is in the proper position. Kneeling behind her, he rests a hand on her butt and gives it a smack.

“Oh!” She squeals.

“Ready for another reward?” He teasingly asks her, a hand grabbing her tail and moving it to the side. “I think I have some left for you.”

“Mmm, you have so much... Stamina.” She coos, winking at him as she looks over her shoulder.

With one hand holding her tail and the other holding the base of his penis, he pressing the tapering tip against her thoroughly used nether lips. Easing his cock in at first, he soon places both hands on her hips and pushes back in. Still dripping wet, her undersized pussy accepts the large phallus with minor struggle, as always. Sheathing himself within her, he closes his eyes and groans from the wonderful sensation. Looking down, he cannot help but grin as he watches his large, pink organ stretching the taut, charcoal black flesh of her pussy.

Sarvah’s tail sways slowly, her body still trembling from her last few orgasms. After giving her some time to recover, Gareth pulls back and gives her a single, hard thrust of nearly his entire shaft. Sarvah squeals and throws her head back. Gareth chuckles, smacking her ass one more time before holding her hips and getting to work. With long, swift strokes, he pounds Sarvah’s little pussy. Moaning, groaning and occasionally squealing, she falls forward, able to hold herself up from the pleasure he is giving her.

His balls smack against her clitoris and his hands caress her body, her tail wagging in synch with his thrusts. He fondles and squeezes her ample breasts, leaning forward and resting his chest against her back. Her legs weak, she begins to lose strength. Her knees buckle and her legs straighten, her body slowly lowering to the ground; it’s as though each of Gareth’s hard thrusts hammers her down until she lay flat, now resting between the grass covered soil and her endowed and capable lover.

With mouth agape, she gasps and pants, choking out soft moans as she drools. Gareth looms over her, resting against her back as he pounds her flesh. This lasts for what feels like moments, though it is considerably longer than they perceive. Her body shivers with delight as she experiences yet another orgasm, but Gareth doesn’t pull back. He pushes in and rocks his hips, the splashing of her cum soaking his scrotum and the ground beneath them. He grunts and groans louder, soon expelling another series of waves into her body; he cums almost as much as earlier.

“Ahh-yes, Gare!” She squeals. “Fill my little pussy. Fill your wolfess.”

“Nng-yeah... You like when I cum in you?”

“Yes. I want you to breed me.” She blurts out.

Sarvah feels herself flush with embarrassment, worried that she has spoken too much. She has not told him that she hasn’t taken her tea. Initially it was due to a lack of materials, but even after finding the necessary and common ingredients only a day later, she persisted. She isn’t entirely sure why she risks pregnancy; she would only bear the child of a man who will not commit, though she knows that they love each other. Leaning in, Gareth kisses her cheek rather tenderly, even affectionately stroking her hair, his organ sheathed within her loins.

“If you do, I won’t disown it.” He whispers to her.

“Really?!” She turns to him, a pleased glint in her eye.

“Yeah.”

“Even if that would complicate things with...” Sarvah stops before she can say her name, burning with jealousy.

“Yeah. If you had my baby, I would be there. It wouldn’t be fair to our child.”

“You’re a good man.” She says before kissing him lovingly.

“Only in some regards...” Gareth replies, now feeling the guilt of his betrayal.

After a long cuddle, once they have sufficiently recovered, they take the pouch and use the incense as they did before. Sarvah insists on applying the incense to Gareth’s body, while he does the same for her. After shaking the caked-on powder and removing the scent of sex, they dress themselves in silence. Sarvah ties and straightens her skirt as the lovers ready themselves to return to the village. Sarvah extends a hand, presenting the Blue Feet village to him with the other.

Taking her hand, Gareth accompanies her as she travels throughout the village, making deals and speaking with the Blue Feet craftsman. He shadows her for hours as night begins to fall. After speaking with nearly every able-bodied villager, the pair return to the great hall. As they approach the steps, Kahlera finally appears, apologizing profusely for her delay.