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Skempta

The elvish princess snarled with all the ferocity of a lioness, spear thrust aimed at my left breast.

My shield leapt up to turn the attack harmlessly wide.

Vailadriel spun in a graceful dance, using the momentum of my deflection to swing around and thrust for my throat.

The move was faster than I expected the young elf capable, and I nearly caught the wicked tip of the fey-forged spear.

I smiled lowering my defenses.

"Nice recovery. You had me on the defensive." I told the elf.

I thought I saw a smile in return, though it was brief.

"My mother had me train with the spear when I wasn't studying magic." She replied matter of factly.

"Your mother is a legendary warrior." I stated, returning my weapon to it's place on my belt.

Vailadriel didn't reply, though she busied herself with examining her spear for any signs of damage from our sparring session.

She would find none I knew.

My father had gifted the princess with the spear, a weapon forged using the knowledge and magic of the fey. Once wielded by a member of the Wild Hunt, I doubted the princess understood the true worth of this weapon.

Convinced the spear remained as sharp as ever, the princess set to work removing her small breastplate, also a gift from my father.

"Your skill grows with each passing day. I suspect you will be as good as the best elvish speardancer before long." I commented as she placed the armor on the large boulder near the edge of the clearing.

"Do you think it will be enough?" she asked, eyes meeting mine.

I couldn't help but note the sorrow there.

"It will take more than a single warrior to end this darkness." I commented at length.

"But isn't that where we are placing our hope? On a single warrior wielding Silvernight against... the Harbinger?"

She hesitated to say the gnolls name.

"The death of one Harbinger will only mean the rise of another, I'm afraid. I shall wield Silvernight if it means freeing the gnolls soul, but even if we are successful in defeating him in combat, the forces of darkness will persist." I replied.

Vailadriel turned away, and I could see her tremble slightly, clearly trying to hold back tears.

"Hey, look princess, my father faced this darkness once before, and prevailed. We are not alone. The fate of Ryze does not fall on OUR shoulders alone. We are blessed in having powerful allies. I do not believe my father would march to the defense of Rainhaven if he believed it futile." I said, approaching her and placing a hand on her small shoulder.

She turned back to me, and I could see the streaks down her face.

"Y-You're right. Rekkdyr would keep fighting, no matter the odds." She reminded herself aloud.

"That's it, elf. Have courage. Hope is lost only when we accept defeat."

She forced herself to smile.

"You should go eat and rest. Rainhaven is still three days from here."

She nodded, turning without and word and scooping up her armor.

As I watched her return to the fey encampment, I considered our path.

It had been a very long time since the fey had marched to war. Though our numbers had dwindled since those days, we were still quite a force. The fey knew secrets more ancient and powerful than even the elves.

And yet, it may not be enough.

I shook my head, forcing the thought away.

"Skempta." A melodic voice behind me drew my attention.

A silver wolf watched me from the trees near the edge of the clearing.

"Eluniss." I stated. My father had told me of the spirit.

"You have been chosen to do battle with the Harbinger." She stated.

I nodded.

"It is of the upmost importance that Vailadriel is at your side when you confront him."

I considered the spirit for a moment.

"It's too dangerous." I replied at length.

The thought had crossed my mind that she would demand to be there. I had planned on leaving her in the care of Cesan or my father.

She was still not ready for battle, despite my earlier praises.

"Hope rests on her role in the battle. Come, I must show you."

The she-wolf's eyes began to glow a soft silvery-green, and the world slowly drifted away around me, leaving me suspended in darkness.

I heard Rekkdyr's voice drifting from somewhere in the blackness around me.

"I-I understand what I must do." He said, pain and exhaustion evident in his words.

It was met with the voice of the she-wolf.

"It is unfair that I ask this of you."

"I-if it is the only way." The gnoll replied.

"G-Give this to Vail. If anyone can remind me, it will be her." His voice faded with the darkness as I returned to the snowy clearing.

Tokala

"Would you look at that!" Fyrsil exclaimed, sliding down the snowy bank to the waters edge.

He had taken his preferred form, that of the short fuzzy goblin.

Steam drifted off the water, and I could feel the warmth from here.

"A hotspring?" Ciara asked, sliding off the back of the winter wolf.

Fyrsil tested the water with his clawed hand.

"Not too hot." He grinned back at me with his needle-like teeth.

I slid down the bank beside him, the thought of a warm bath bringing a smile to my muzzle.

"I've almost forgotten what it's like to be warm." I smiled.

"I say we camp here tonight. We've made some good ground, and I would welcome the comfort." I added, turning to the winter wolf.

He had a skeptical look on his wolfish face.

"We still have a few days before we reach Rainhaven. Our mission is too important to stop before nightfall."

I could feel my hopes for a warm bath dissipate.

"But we've been travelling forever!" Fyrsil whined.

To my surprise, it was Ciara that spoke next.

"Aatu, I hate to agree with Fyrsil, but I think he has a point. A little rest may be nice before we reach Rainhaven." The halfling told the wolf.

He glanced down at the steaming water of the spring, a look of uncertainty in his silvery-black eyes.

"Very well. I suppose we wouldn't be of much use if we arrived too weak to fight." He growled.

I was halfway out of my clothes before he finished his sentence.

Fyrsil dove into the water well before that.

The wolf shook his head, though he looked slightly amused.

Now dressed only in my natural fur suit, I turned to the halfling and the wolf.

"Many thanks, Ms. O'Connor." I bowed, before following my brother into the warm water.

The heat slowly drifted up my body as I slid into the pool, soaking my fur with it's warmth.

The sensation was heavenly. Better than any bath I could remember.

"Oh, this is almost as good as sex!" Fyrsil exclaimed, eyes closed as he lazily tread water.

I noticed his hands and feet had become webbed.

I dunked my face below the surface, allowing the warmth to sooth my frost-licked ears

Even with my fur, I still felt the bite of winter all too harshly. I had no idea how the poor halfling dealt with it.

Resurfacing, I rubbed water from my eyes and glanced around, eye catching the huntress as she slid her quiver belt off and placed it beside her elvish-crafted bow.

The wolf caught my eye, and I quickly swam towards the opposite end of the pool, where Fyrsil had come to rest against a partially submerged boulder.

"I say we are done travelling for a while when this is all over." Fyrsil said as I drew near.

"Agreed!" I laughed, laying my back against the heated rock beside my brother.

"I'm through with being wet and cold all the time."

I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment.

My brother chuckled.

"What?" I asked, feeling him pressed against my side.

"Even soaking wet with matted fur, you are adorable." He replied, giving me a gentle nudge.

"Oh, I'm adorable? I suspect you love that form so much, because you think you're all small and cute."

His grin grew devious.

"You're on to me. May have to do you in so my secret remains intact." He said, suddenly splashing out with a webbed claw, sending a wave of water into my face.

I shot back with splash attack of my own.

"Oh yeah? Then you would never see this lovely tail again." I laughed.

"Ha! I guess you're right."

He nudged me pointing across the pool.

I glanced over to see the opposite bank empty, Ciara and Aatu nowhere to bee seen.

There was, however, a small pile of halfling-sized gear and clothing piled against a snowy boulder.

"Looks like we just missed seeing our companion in her natural state." Fyrsil chuckled.

My large ears caught the sound of voices from just around a small bend in the pool, a large boulder concealing the halfling and the wolf from view.

"Think they want some privacy?" I asked.

"Maybe they wanted to give us some privacy?" Fyrsil offered, another devious grin spreading across his face.

I rotated my ears back toward the direction our companions had disappeared.

They seemed to be discussing something that sounded like the halfling trying to coax the wolf into the water.

I returned his grin.

"I think that's very considerate of them." I said, suddenly shifting over to straddle Fyrsil.

Draping my arms around his neck, I leaned in with my muzzle to plant a kiss on the phooka's lips.

I sat on his lap, my large tail snaking between his knees.

"Remind me to thank them later." He mumbled, leaning up to deepen the kiss.

I felt his long tongue slither between my lips to play with mine.

I could feel his hands moving through the fur of my back and sides, the warm water having pleasurably additive effect.

I leaned into him, moaning into the kiss as those same hands stroked down my sides and began to caress my thighs.

My own paws slowly started their way down his shoulders, my digits running through his short dark fur.

His tongue danced in my muzzle, his sharp teeth occasionally nibbling gently at my lips.

I returned the favor, pulling him into me and grabbing pawfuls of short fur.

I felt something pressing against the base of my tail, causing me to shift atop him, grinding against his growing erection.

He moaned into my mouth, rhythmically thrusting up against the base of my tail.

I could feel him press against my entrance, trying to push his way.

I broke the kiss, panting.

"Do it." I growled, hugging the phooka to me.

My muzzle closed around his shoulder, teeth gripping his flesh in preparation for his intrusion.

Despite being partially submerged, the water did little to lubricate him as he pushed inside me, furry claws pulling down on my hips.

I winced, biting down on his shoulder hard enough to draw a growl from the fey.

We paused like that for a moment, teeth slowly relaxing as I grew accustomed to him inside me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sliding his hands from my thighs up to my chest, and then petting around to my back to hug me against him.

I was still hugging him firmly to me, muzzle still closed gently around his shoulder.

I released his shoulder, licking where I had bitten.

"Oh yeah." I panted pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes.

He met mine with a devilish grin.

"So if I were to go like this..." he thrust up suddenly with his hips, causing me to yip in surprise, "...you'd still be okay?"

"I-is that all you got?" I moaned in challenge.

"Oh, you're gonna wish you never said that."

Another thrust drew another yip.

"Hm, though if you keep doing that adorable noise, I won't last long." He moaned, thrusting again.

I ground down to meet this thrust, feeling him slip deep inside me before drawing back without sliding fully out.

I could feel pressure from every movement inside me, causing me to shiver against him as pleasure wracked my body.

Meeting his thrusts with my own, we began to pick up speed.

Unable to suppress my vulpine moaning, I buried my muzzle into his mouth, finding his tongue quickly with my own once more.

His bucking became wilder and more intense, his moans were now almost indistinguishable from my own. He was getting close.

I slowed my own downward thrusting, letting him set the pace, moving my tail through the water to wrap around his leg as best I could.

My fingers released the fistfuls of fur and began to stroke trails through his wet fur.

"Ah, Tokala!" he moaned, breaking our kiss.

He thrust as deep as he could pulling me down onto him at the same time, his cock twitching and convulsing inside me, filling me with everything he had.

I was nearly to climax myself, but just managed to pull myself back from the edge, a devious grin now splaying across my muzzle.

His climax began to mellow, and he slumped back on the rock, eyes closed with a look of content on his face.

I began to rock on him, riding his sensitive cock and drawing a moan from his lips.

"I'm not finished yet." I whispered, pumping against him.

His hands, which were resting on my thighs, slid higher up my legs toward my sheath, one cupping my furry testicles, the other gripping my fully erect cock.

"I guess we should remedy that." He said, slowly pumping back into me, while beginning to stroke gently.

"Why so much concern for me today?" I asked, leaning back to enjoy the sensations.

"Well, I've been worried about you. Seem like you've had a lot on your mind." He said, speeding up the pace with both his hand and his hips.

"Only have one thing on my mind right now." I grunted, gyrating my hips to take advantage of both the hand on my cock, and the cock inside my rump.

He leaned forward suddenly, long tongue drawing slowly across my muzzle.

"I love you, Tokala." He whispered in my ear.

My climax was building, it was only a matter of time before...

"I-I love you too!" I gasped, squirting my seed into the water.

Panting, I collapsed against the phooka, still buried inside me.

"I'm serious though, if you need to talk, I'm here." Fyrsil said, hugging me to him.

I just grunted in reply, enjoying the warmth of the water and my adoptive brothers embrace.

Aatu

I don't know why I turned away when the halfling removed her coverings. Perhaps it was for her benefit. Perhaps it was because humans tended to be weird about appearing in their natural state near others.

Still, I could not deny the strange sensation that gripped me as I averted my eyes.

My mind had wandered back to our kiss many times. Such a strange display of affection, and yet it was very enjoyable. Did it mean she held similar feelings for me?

Finally, I heard a splash behind me, and turned back to find the halfling treading water. Her eyes were closed, and she had a relaxed look on her face.

"Mmm, Aatu, this is incredible." She said, a look of content on her face.

I sniffed the water suspiciously, feeling the heat radiating from it with my muzzle.

"If you say so..." I replied uncertainly, scenting something strange on the water.

There was a slight hint of what smelled like sulfur, but it was faint even to my nose. Still, I would probably avoid drinking from this water.

"Is it too hot for you?" she asked, eyes opening to consider me.

"Seems awfully hot, though not as much as the fire."

She frowned slightly.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

I leaned toward the water again, this time hovering just above the surface with my muzzle. The heat was almost unpleasant, but not unbearable.

"If I were crossing this, I'd probably hurry through it." I replied at length.

Her frown deepened.

"That's a shame. It feels so good to me." She drifted backwards, her tiny limbs treading water to remain afloat.

I caught a strange sound coming from around the boulder where I knew the two fey were, my ears rotating to locate the source.

It was a light yipping sound, accompanied by frequent moans.

I sighed.

"Our companions are at it again." I commented, focus returning to the halfling in the water.

"Where do they find the energy?" she asked, barely managing to suppress a chuckle.

"It's a good thing you are all so small. We would probably have to hunt more often to make up for it." I grinned.

She giggled, eyes lowering to the water for a moment. Mine followed her movement, but then locked on her body beneath the surface.

I could just make out her nude form below the ripples.

Such an alien form to that of my species. Furless and hairless, with an upright bipedal stance.

Though typically clumsy and slow, the halfling managed to move with an agility that I had not come to expect in humanoids, save perhaps for the fox Tokala.

Even so, the thought of curling up beside the halfling in that state of undress set my heart racing and my blood pumping.

I thought back to the clearing where we gutted the deer. How I licked her smooth skin, and how she kissed my muzzle, taking my tongue into her mouth to meet her own.

I sat back on my haunches, pulling my forepaws tight in front of me to hide what was happening between my rear legs.

"So what do you suppose we will find when we make it to Rainhaven?" she asked at length, eyes coming up to meet mine.

"A-uh, well, I'm not sure. I would hope we are not too late to be of assistance." I replied.

Her eyes grew distant.

"How do you think all the others are fairing?"

I considered her for a moment, and the image of her sibling came to mind.

"I'm sure they are well. Your brother travels with a powerful nature spirit, and if he is anything like his sister, he is a formidable force."

She nodded, though a look of worry remained on her face.

A soft sigh escaped my muzzle.

Ciara had risked so much to rescue her brother. Their reunion had been short, however.

I was still surprised that she volunteered to come along on this journey.

She suddenly inhaled deeply, laying back to drift afloat belly up. The move revealed more of her nude body.

I'm sure If I blushed like she, I would have matched the color of the halflings hair.

My eyes lingered on the cleft between her legs before I forced myself to look away.

At this rate, I would be completely out of my sheath if I weren't careful.

I thought back to our kiss again. That damn fox had been right. I found my body responding to the idea of being with that halfling. Even if the union would not lead to pups.

I looked back to the halfling drifting with her eyes closed. I then thought back to our conversation about having "fun."

A wicked idea came to me, and I quickly muttered a spell under my breath.

I stuck my muzzle close to the water again, but the heat was much less noticeable now. A grin came over my face.

"Did you say something?" Ciara asked.

I replied by launching myself over her, coming down with a large splash in the water behind her.

I heard her yelp in shock before the rush of water in my ears dulled all sound.

I resurfaced to find the halfling sitting in the shallows near the bank laughing with soaked red hair matted about her face.

"Thought the water was too hot!" She said, giving a very canine like shake of her head and sending water airborn.

I laughed, ducking a splash of water the halfling retaliated with.

Before I could recover, she had launched her nude self from the shallows, slamming into the scruff of my neck. I felt her hands pull against my fur, and I yipped lightly, shaking to toss her.

She clung on tightly, pulling herself up onto my shoulders.

I felt her tiny arms wrap around my neck as tightly as they could, resisting my efforts to dislodge her.

"No fair!" I laughed, failing to dislodge her with bucks and shakes. "I don't have your fancy hands!"

"What's wrong, the powerful bear-sized winter wolf got out-wrestled by a little halfling?" She giggled in my ear.

I dove below the surface suddenly, giving a good shake, hoping the abrupt rush of warm water would release her grip.

I felt her hold loosen a little, and rolled, managing to twist away.

I resurfaced, glancing around to find the halfling come up in front of me.

"Talk about fair!" she coughed, eyes slightly red from the unexpected rush of water.

"S-sorry!" I said, ears flattening.

She laughed between fits of coughing.

"You look adorable when you do that face." She laughed.

A low whine escaped my muzzle.

She turned scarlet suddenly, a deep blush overtaking her.

"S-sorry." She stuttered. "I don't mean to imply you look like a hound or anything."

She sat there treading in the water, her toes barely capable of grazing the bottom. She had swept back her soppen wet hair when she resurfaced, revealing her large eyes in their complete greenish-blue glory. The color had returned full force to her face.

An unusual boldness overtook me, and I pushed through the water closing the distance to her, possessed by an instinctual need to reassure her.

I nuzzled against her face with my muzzle, inhaling her scent.

"N-no need to apologize." I mumbled, moving to pull away.

I felt her hands grip my neck fur again. She pulled herself back, her mouth meeting my muzzle.

Her tiny tongue slipped between my lips, barely making it past my incisors to tickle the roof of my mouth near the entrance.

I sat back, easily tall enough to keep our heads above the water, feeling her hold herself to me with the motion.

I cautiously pushed out with my own tongue, which quickly overtook her smaller one. She parted her lips, taking it into her mouth once again.

I could feel my heart rate quicken, her scent quickly overtaking all others. Our tongues danced against each other, my much larger one filling her mouth each time she took it in.

We separated after what felt like a few long minutes. Even despite my spell, the heat of the water had me panting. Or was it the halfling?

"W-was that okay?" I panted, leaning back enough to look down my snout at her.

"T-that was great." She replied. It was then I noticed she was also panting.

I nuzzled her face, licking her cheek with my large tongue and drawing a giggle from the small humanoid.

"Uh, Ciara?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"I-I've never done anything like this before."

She pushed herself back from me without relinquishing her grip on my fur.

"Neither have I." she replied sheepishly.

I gave her a slight grin of comfort, taking a step forward in the water.

She clung on as I walked us back to the shallows where she let go and sat in the water. I laid beside her, focusing on my spell of elemental protection to extend it to the her.

She placed her hand on my flank, drawing a shiver from my as I nuzzled her neck before giving it a lick.

Her hand started stroking through my soaked fur, though the sensation wasn't unpleasant.

She pushed me slightly, and I heeded her non-vocal command, rolling onto my side.

I was suddenly hyper aware of just how large I was compared to her as her stroking ran further down my flanks toward my rump, pulling her further from my muzzles reach.

Meanwhile, her other hand started along my belly fur, working its way slowly down in the same direction.

I had been enjoying her gentle touch when her hands disappeared from my fur altogether.

There was a moment pause.

"Ciara--Ah!"

A tiny hand had closed around my wolfhood, the other rubbing my furry sheath and testicles.

I almost kicked out in instinct, but somehow managed to control the urge.

"I-Is t-this okay?" she asked, a shiver in her voice. I sensed it wasn't from the cold.

She slowly slid her hand up my shaft before reversing direction and stroking down again towards the base.

"Y-Yeah..." I stuttered, feeling my heart pounding harder than if I had been chasing down prey.

I managed to shift a little, placing my forelegs underneath me, while managing to keep my wolfhood angled toward her, so that I could curl around and get a better vantage point on what was happening.

I saw her small white rump sticking out toward me as she kneeled forward with her back to me, massaging my now fully emerged penis.

I could feel her gently massaging my scrotum, hands pausing to feel a testicle here and there, before setting to work seeking out the other.

I was trembling uncontrollably now as I caught the scent of her once again.

This time, however, I could smell something different about her scent. Something that marked her as a beast just like any other that walked Ryze. I sniffled toward her, nuzzling out to find the source of the delicious scent.

It was the scent of a heat. Not a wolf, that was certain, but the undeniable scent of arousal and desire.

The scent of halfling. The scent of Ciara.

My nose pressed against her rump, causing her to jump slightly before giggling softly.

Heart thudding, my tongue slipped out and licked below her rump, where her smooth skin formed a slight mound with a cleft down the center.

Ciara shivered at my touch.

I licked again, this time drawing my large tongue slowly across her mound and up her rear between her fleshy cheeks.

She moaned in, sliding her hands along my slick wolfhood in response.

I kept licking, feeling my way with my tongue along her slit, tasting arousal and halfling, all the while exploring the small entrance.

I could almost hear my heart pounding, nervousness flooding through me.

I felt something moist close around my tip and I pulled away long enough to see she had taken me up in her mouth.

Not to be outdone, I returned to her entrance, sliding my tongue against her folds with more pressure, slipping inside with the tip on a pass before extracting it once more.

She moaned with me in her mouth, sending an odd sensation along my shaft.

I pressed the tip of my tongue back against her entrance, this time pushing forward instead of sliding across, slipping the tip inside

I felt her clench around my tongue in response, relaxing a bit as I pushed slightly further into her.

Trembling against my muzzle, I felt her slide her mouth further down my shaft where she began to struggle to take any more.

She had barely made it 1/5 if the way.

I continued to push forward with my tongue, sliding it deeper inside her until she couldn't take anymore.

She clenched around my intruding muscle, slick walls rich with her taste.

I felt her lips close further down around my shaft, before drawing back for breath.

Her tiny hands were stroking gently across my member as her mouth slid back down, massaging the tip of my wolfhood with her soft lips.

I wiggled my tongue inside her, trying to slip a little deeper in, and only succeeding in drawing moans and squirms from the tiny halfling.

Ciara picked up the pace of her strokes, pumping me into her mouth with both her hands, occasionally sliding one back to fondle my fuzzy scrotum.

I groaned as a wave of pleasure began to build in my, growing stronger at the halflings touch.

I flexed my tongue inside her again, trying to draw that muffled moan from my humanoid companion, and somehow managing to slip it in even further now.

I was almost halfway inside her.

Ciara

He was big.

I slid my lips over his thick shaft, trying to relax my throat and slide as much in as I could handle.

I barely managed three inches before I felt his tapered head begin to squeeze past my tonsils.

My heart was pounding so fast, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

A flex deep inside my cunny sent me shivering.

I slid forward, stifling a moan by slipping my tongue along the underside of his cock.

Doing so allowed me to slide about three and a half inches, the furthest I'd managed yet.

Damn, he was big.

I felt his naturally slick cock in my hands, warm to the touch. That surprised me slightly, as I figured a winter wolf, a magical beast of the cold, would not be so warm.

He whined slightly, squirming that wonderful tongue of his inside me.

Moaning, I felt another jolt of electricity shoot through me, leaving me shivering in pleasure.

Inhaling, I could smell the strong scent of his musk. Taste him on my tongue

A mix of earthiness and a salty sweetness that spoke of a feral masculinity.

My hand slipped down his shaft, feeling a large bulb forming near it's base.

I felt along it, squeezing it gently, slipping my hand around it to test its growing size.

My fingers couldn't even close entirely around his fully erect shaft, and this thing was even bigger!

Why was a born a halfling? I'll never fit this thing inside me!

The thought was only passing, but it drove me on, slipping my hand down to that fuzzy pouch containing those large orbs.

I gave one a gentle squeeze, drawing a slight whimper from the wolf, though he pushed against me, non-verbal words for continue.

I heeded his words, bobbing my head quicker along his shaft, all the while stroking what I couldn't fit in my mouth with one hand, playing with those massive furry balls with my other.

His tongue convulsed in me, reaching its deepest depth yet, before suddenly slipping from me entirely.

As he slipped out, I suddenly felt a strange emptiness in me, causing me to push my rump back against his muzzle.

"A-Ah, C-Ciara, I th-think I'm close." He said in that deep growl of a voice.

What was I doing? I had a wolf's penis in my mouth. I was naked in the middle of a long forsaken wilderness fondling an animals cock.

I shivered, reminded suddenly at my emptiness.

I found myself focusing on the flavor of his scent again, savoring the taste of wolf on my tongue, the scent of feral beast in my senses.

Damn it all to hell, Tokala was right.

I wanted this.

Renewing my efforts, I picked up the speed, pumping against the canine in my hands, slipping my other hand up from his furry pouch to play with the massive knot at the base.

I slid as much as I could into my mouth, feeling him twitching and convulsing in my grip.

He was moaning and whimpering at my rear, a low rumble like growl escaping his muzzle.

I felt a tongue lapping at my moist slit once again, slipping back inside me, sending pleasure throughout my body. His moans continued, muffled by my pussy.

His cock suddenly gave a powerful twitch, before releasing its wolf cream into my mouth.

He groaned into me, and I felt his teeth close around my rear, tongue still buried deep inside me. It was not hard enough to draw blood, but I certainly felt pressure from his powerful jaws that could easily fit my entire head in a single bite.

I needed to taste this wolf, swallowing as much as I could before the volume became too great.

I finally let his cock slip from my lips, catching a splurt of pearly cum on my face as it kept pumping.

Another landed on my chin and chest before the last of it was squirted into the warm water below me.

The masculine taste was strong, both in scent and in flavor and I trembled as I felt him slide out of me again, panting heavily.

"Th-that was...incredible." He huffed.

I rolled over to sit on my rear, legs sprawled out in front of me in the water, savoring his flavor in my mouth.

"D-damn you're big." I panted back, realizing just how little I was breathing before.

I could feel a hazy smile splayed on my face.

His ears drooped, giving him that big puppy look.

"W-was it good for you?" he asked sheepishly.

I laughed mentally at the big wolf being described such.

"Your tongue is big too." I said with a giggle.

He stood, stepping around to plop himself down facing me straight on.

He nosed his muzzle up between my sprawled legs, sniffing at my entrance again.

"Mhmm." I moaned, leaning back just as I felt that massive tongue slide across my pussy lips again.

I slipped my hands down to run my fingers through his wet fur, just as he set to work slipping that massive muscle inside me again, this time with a better angle now that he wasn't bent around on himself.

"Oh, Aatu." I moaned as a wave of ecstasy shot through me.

I felt his large fluffy ears in my hands, pulling him into me, asking for that tongue to slip even deeper.

Biting my lower lip, I could taste a little bit of his cream, causing me to shiver in union with his powerful tongue.

Another powerful wave of ecstasy shook me.

A thought slipped into my mind through the fog of pleasure.

The fey might be on to something.