Thornpaw's Dream
#6 of The Blazewood Pack Saga
Thornpaw's Dream by Nightcatcher Blackwolf Thornpaw wandered aimlessly among the huge oaks... His wolf senses failed him, left him lost and directionless in the midst of a deep, fogshrouded forest. How he got here, he couldn't remember; he remembered the vine... and... something else. Something dark going for Fleetstrike, something evil beyond words... Feeling panicked, he called out for Fleetstrike, his voice echoing back to him almost mockingly. "FLEET!" He listened, but heard nothing but his own voice. "FLEET!" Somehow knowing he was near, without knowing how he knew... He kept silent, listening... and barely made out the faroff cry of his mate. He took off, running towards Fleet. It seemed that the journey took bare seconds before he stood on the edge of an all-too familiar clearing. Greyheart, silver blade raised to kill Fleet, paused as Thornpaw ran into the clearing... and tripped on a tree root. The dark laughter began again, and the blade swung downwards, even as Thornpaw collected himself to lunge forward... ... and met with another sword, deflecting the blow. A figure stood next to Fleetstrike, shrouded in a black cloak, the only thing visible a pair of hands that held a sword... Human hands. The much-larger grey-furred wolf backed up a step, startled, then growled and whirled, shifting in motion to his full lupine form and running into the woods. His sword fell to the ground, forgotten in his flight. The cloaked figure moved to the sword, kneeling and taking hold of it. He turned to Thornpaw, who had just opened his mouth to speak, and held up a hand swiftly, cutting him off. The cloak moved, as the figure shook his head, and nodded to Fleetstrike. Thornpaw turned his head, looking to his mate worriedly, then back to the man... only to find he had disappeared, taking both swords with him. Thornpaw frowned. Already confused at the sudden appearance of his mate's defender, the disappearance didn't help to clear anything up for the wolf. He crossed the clearing to where Fleetstrike was tied to the tree. "Give me a moment, love... hold still." A few deftly placed bites, and the vines fell away. Thornpaw caught Fleet as he fell forward, abruptly bereft of the support of his bindings. The cheetah quickly reached back and untied his gag, throwing it aside and breathing in deeply. He looked to Thornpaw, drew breath to say something... then changed his mind, and swiftly moved up and kissed him passionately. Thornpaw's startlement at the suddenness of his mate's muzzle-capture quickly melted away in happiness... Returning the kiss, he pulled the feline into a hug, holding him tight... then letting go, as he felt something poke against his leg. Looking down in half-expectant terror, he found a welcome surprise; instead of the horrible vine, Fleetstrike's length rubbed up against his leg, leaving a small track of precum behind it. The wolf returned his gaze to his mate's face with a grin. The wolf gently rolled the feline over, until Fleetstrike was flat on his back, cock pointing up in the air... Thornpaw knelt, one leg on either side of his mate's waist, and slowly lowered himself onto his mate's precum slickened pole, sinking down slowly until he was all the way in, his own cock emerging from his sheath quickly, rubbing against the feline's chest... A sigh of relief and contentment was pulled from the wolf's muzzle, and echoed from his mate's as he slowly slid up the slick member, and let his weight pull him back down. The cheetah curled up slightly, and licked the very tip of the canine meat in front of him, causing Thornpaw to shudder slightly, and clench down on his cock, both of them moaning in lust for the other... Fleetstrike curled his tongue around the end of Thornpaw's cock, and slowly moved it up and down, lapping up the precum as it jetted out... the blackfurred wolf atop him moving up and down at a faster pace now, his prostate pushed hard with each falling motion... He paused a moment in his rhythym to lean down and take Fleetstrike's attention off his rock-hard wolfhood for a kiss, then began moving again... Fairly soon, the feline begin thrusting upwards into Thornpaw, who began to pull on his cock himself... and then the cheetah pulled his mate down HARD onto his cock, barbs flaring as his seed spurted deep into his lover, roaring loudly... The combination of the pain of the barbs, the pleasure of pleasing his mate and being filled, and the movements of his paws sent Thornpaw over the edge. He threw back his head and howled an answer to Fleet's cry, his cockjuice spraying across his mate's face as his balls twitched, sending more and more, until finally they had no more... Slowly coming out of the haze of orgasm, Thornpaw laid down, gently licking his own juices off his mate's face.... then kissing him gently, and wrapping his arms around him, content to lay there for however long he could... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Darkwind smirked from his chair as he watched Thornpaw writhe a short while on the bed, then slowly wet the sheets with his orgasmic fluid. Standing, he wrapped the sword that had lain across his legs in a black cloak laying next to him, and walked out, satisfied with his work. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The above story is completely the result of me being extremely yiffy one night, and deciding that instead of just pawing off, I should share my happiness with everyone and write another M/M yiff. Hope you enjoyed. And by the way - Darkwind, just to let everyone know, for the record, is straight. :P As usual, direct all email to [email protected] Unless, that is, it is email asking me to continue 'A Little More Fun At Night'. I'll still reply, but I'm not writing it anymore. Sorry, everyone...