Dreaming Beneath the Sky - Chapter Three - Finale
Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry
Patrick shares lovemaking with the dominant Wolfess Sitsi, trying his best to please her - which he succeeds in doing, but she chuckles at the 'man-child' - then realises, like some of the Deer Tribe they capture, some things are typical of men...
Dreaming Beneath the Sky
Chapter Three
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
21st June, 2019
All Rights Reserved.
Sitsi sprawled, watching Patrick with interest, as he swallowed nervously and quivered, feeling her dark gaze on him.
“Why man-child tremble so, think is prey, could be prey for Sitsi and clan, no?”
“Sitsi, please - “ Patrick stammered, then he laughed nervously. “It...its not easy for me, I'm still trying to deal with – well – the fact you're...really -”
“Pah.” Sitsi snorted, before she pushed Patrick onto his back, then straddled his hips and pressed her black paws against his chest. “Sitsi is real now, no?”
Feeling her warmth on top of him, the strength of her thighs and her fingers that were splayed out on his chest – Patrick couldn't deny what his mind refused to acknowledge. She was real – all too real – and his body began to respond to her warmth and the feel of her sensual fur on his naked body.
“Mmm - “ Sitsi grinned down at him, flashing her canines teasingly. “Mayhaps Man-child isn't a puppy after all!”
She reached down with one paw, and Patrick gasped, feeling her leathery pads wrapping around his penis as she guided him against the dark folds. His mind fell away, as she snickered, gazing down at him – then slid him inside her and placed her paw back on his chest.
It didn't take long, as Patrick felt the un-imagined warmth from Sitsi's labial folds sliding down his penis – as it swelled with the sudden rush of blood and she grunted softly, wriggling herself into a better position. Sitsi sighed in pleasure, her ears flicking back as she began a slow, sensual rocking motion – sliding him out of her quivering vulva then pushing him back in – until she had her folds pressed against his groin.
“No,” Sitsi murmured, as she pulled forwards again, flexing her fingers on his chest, pricking his pectoral muscles with her claws. “Man-child is no puppy – but is no wolf either...Sitsi is – content.”
“How - “ Patrick began, then his mouth fell open as she squeezed him with powerful vaginal muscles.
“Quiet pup!” Sitsi growled softly, before she leaned forwards, placing her forearms on his chest and increasing her rocking motion with her hips, her silvery speckled tail slowly flicking from side to side. “Sitsi knows many ways to mate, to increases the pleasure for herself and the male.”
Patrick's mind was whirling out of control, the feel of Sitsi's vaginal passage. She had such incredible muscular control, the squeezes, the tightness! All of it drove the human to the point of abandonment. All he could do, trapped beneath her, to lay there and give himself willingly to this enigmatic Wolfess.
“Good, give yourself to Sitsi,” She murmured, then leaned down to lick at his throat and cheek with her broad, rough tongue, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. “man-child is, pleasant enough – but Sitsi desires – more...”
Gasping, her warmth of body and internally, worked its magic on Patrick, as he began sweating and panting. Sitsi looked down at him, one furred eyebrow raising, before she gripped his penile shaft by the base and snorted.
“Not yet pup,” Sitsi grinned, as she grazed his throat with her teeth. “Sitsi knows how this must feel for you, but Sitsi is not ready for pup to fill her with seed – just yet.”
He couldn't believe it, his scrotum ached and burned with its wish for release, but somehow, Sitsi held him at the peak of sexual pleasure. It was torture, of the kindest sort – the desire burning like white hot fire within him – yet the pleasure of their lovemaking was undeniable, and he didn't want it to end.
“Good, good!” Sitsi commended him, as she licked his forehead, then leaned down and nibbled his ear.
“How – I - “ He gasped, feeling her furred breasts pressed firmly against his chest.
“How? Is secret Sitsi knows – make Deer squeal... Will man-child squeal too?”
“I'm not a - “ He began.
Sitsi slid forwards – and he moaned as he felt the ribbed walls of her vagina dragging sensually along his length – the pleasure escalating exponentially. With a feral smile on her muzzle, she pushed back and he arched his hips against hers – thrusting back into her, their groins meeting with a loud slap.
“Uh - “ Sitsi panted, her tongue lolling. “Sitsi likes this, man-child, reminds Sitsi of deer – deep, strong trusts...”
Patrick gurgled beneath her, before he reached up and gripped her upper arms, squeezing them tight before he gasped and Sitsi snorted. His orgasm struck him hard and brutally – powerful spurts propelling his semen deep into Sitsi's eager body as she whined in frustration and annoyance. Instinct kicked in and she gripped his penis tight, milking this fur-less wolf for everything he could offer her.
“I'm...oh, I'm so sorry...” He panted, unable to hide the shame of it.
“Was....pleasing enough, pup.” Sitsi grinned at him, then leaned down and pressed her furred lips against his human ones.
He gasped and Sitsi smirked, before she probed into his mouth with her broad, rough tongue – their saliva mingling and joining, as Sitsi rode him with increasingly stronger thrusts, keeping him at full arousal within her.
“Mmph!” He gurgled.
Feeling Sitsi's tongue flickering over the bony ridges at the top of his mouth, her breath hot and insistent, before she grunted and gripped his shoulders tightly.
“No...not – yet - “ Sitsi whined suddenly, before her tail curled and her hips rocked forwards, upper back pulling backwards, as she grunted and shuddered. Her orgasm gripped him within her, fluids gushing and sliding from her tightening folds, soaking his testicles and dribbling to the floor.
Unable to voice his emotions, he gripped Sitsi tight, then thrust against her, another strong orgasm spurting forth and flooding her body. It was followed a second later, or so it felt, as Sitsi's own second orgasm hit her, and she whined in pleasure and frustration – her cries loud and long.
For a few heartbeats, the camp was silent, then first one, then another, then multiple wolf calls rang out, joyously celebrating the mating of their sister – her own loud, wailing howl echoing along with theirs.
At last, Sitsi was pleasured, she lifted herself up, gazing down at the human who lay beneath her – then she frowned and uttered a low, growling bark of laughter. Patrick lay beneath her, his mouth open and tongue lolling to the side, eyes closed and his scent filling the air.
“Just like deer - “ Sitsi snickered. “Fall asleep straight after mating...”
Laying herself down on him, she cuddled her new mate close, inhaling his scent and nuzzling his chin, content, and happy.
*
“Nnn...” Patrick moaned, and reached up to push the cold, wet nose away. “No...more, please...”
A soft yelp reached his ears, and he gasped, eyes snapping open like window shades, before he looked up into the muzzle and eyes of a timber wolf, who lay on him, then she blinked her eyes and her broad, rough tongue lapped at his face adoringly.
“Nn...no...it...its not – I didn't...”
She yelped again, tail wagging up behind her back, before he moved and she twitched then growled at him, a slight curl of her dewlaps – and he realised he was completely buried inside this wild, feral Wolfess.
“I...no, we didn't - “ He stammered. “I just didn't...how - “
His mind whirled, as he didn't dare move, until the Wolfess licked him again, then stood up, his penis sliding from her folds and slapping wetly against his stomach. She walked a few paces away, before laying down the using her tongue to lick and clean her quivering vulva.
In fright, he scrabbled backwards, away from her, then backed up against a rock, staring wide eyed and horrified.
“You..we...we really - “
He looked at himself, noting the torn clothing – clothing he had been wearing, now shredded and ripped – almost as if it'd been removed by sharp canines. With a yelp, the Wolfess leapt back to her feet, then padded over, her tail wagging as she sat right before him, then tilted her head to the side and looked at him with kindness and gentleness in her eyes.
As he stared incredulous and disbelieving, the air to the right of the Wolfess began to shimmer and sparkle. He averted his eyes from the brightening glow, before a Wolfess – humanoid – seemed to materialise from out of the very air, and she reached out with a white paw and placed it on the back of the Wolfess' head.
“Human, I am the Spirit known as Rugaru, patron spirit of my people, long since vanished from the earth, hunted and murdered by your kind, centuries ago.”
“No...it – you're not...”
“I'm very real, I assure you.” Spoke the anthropomorphic Wolfess. “You have blessed my child with your seed, for this, we both thank you. Go in peace child of man, remember what you done here this day. Remember my people, my children, for so long as one remembers who they were, and thus, they shall live on. Now, as a final gift of life, that you bestowed upon my child - ”
Patrick screamed, as he Wolfess reached out and laid a hand on his body....before consciousness fled his mortal form.
*
“Here,” Come a voice. “He's here - “
Patrick gasped and groggily moved, as a warm blanket was draped over him.
“White man lucky we find you!” Come a heavily accented voice. “What were you thinking, climbing White Stag Cliff? This holy place, Spirits punish those who trespass here, you lucky to be alive!”
A large car pulled up in a cloud of dust, and other men stepped forwards, carrying a portable stretcher between them.
“You crazy Pale face...” Spoke the voice, as Patrick's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at the withered and sunburned face of a Native American, who grinned down at him. “Spirits not kill you, they mark you – here!”
Patrick felt a faint ache, as he looked down at his chest, seeing a pale, silvery-white paw print – just like a wolf's print – seared into his flesh.
“I - “ Patrick began.
“Sir? Its alright, we got you how bad are your...” One of the other men spoke, before the Native American stood, brushing off his trousers.
“Spirits, they claim this man – wounds, they're gone – blood is only blood, will come off, but Great Spirit he touch this man, heal him and protect him. I don't know why, he foolish for meddling with Spirits! They're fickle, unpredictable – they could have taken him – made him one with the earth – never find him you would!”
“I don't believe any of this Native American rubbish - “ Spoke the other man, as they began washing away the blood. “Its all nonsense!”
“You think what you think, pale face - “ Nodded the Indian, as he stood and raised his hands to the sky. “I know what I know – Spirits mark this man, why? Who knows, they do not tell, I will not ask.”
END