Winter Dawn
Winter Dawn --- by Benshee
Daryl carefully plodded down the side of the snow-covered slope. Somewhere between the pass and the treeline he seemed to have lost his way, the path shrouded in deep white and barely any landmarks visible in the heavy storm. He knew that he had to reach some sort of shelter pretty soon or he would freeze to death in the blizzard.
He had made his way half-blinded into the little valley until he almost tripped over a tree root. Looking at the root he saw that it was frost-cracked and dead just like the trees around. It must have been still only short after midday and his sourroundings gave him an uncomfortably clear idea of what cold he had to expect at night. On he stumbled, deeper into the valley, hoping for a cave, some hot springs or at least a hollow tree.
The blizzard raged around him with unrelenting fury until he felt chilled to the very marrow. He quickly grew weary and only a strong will kept his mind focused while he made one painful step after the other.
When he had already lost hope and numbness crept into him completely he suddenly stepped clear of the storm and blinked as green grass stretched out before him. The air was considerably warmer and carried a faint scent of sulfur. Near exhaustion he stumbled forward and felt the temperature slowly rising further. His senses returned for a brief moment of calm and relief before he fainted near a small lake.
He awoke in darkness. His first thought was to move his toes and fingers and feel for his nose and ears to make sure he had lost none of them to frostbite. Moving his arm he brushed against what felt like a very thick and soft warm blanket that covered most of his lower body and some of his belly as well. By the weight of it there could have been a whole pile of blankets on top of him.
slowly more awareness crept back into him and he felt the movement next to him. Only then it hit him that it must be fur around him - living fur on an creature that was breathing regularly. Before his anxiety could rise close to panic he suddenly heard a voice very close to him:
"So you are awake at last?"
The voice was rich and melodious and definitely female. It took him a moment to associate it with the fur that touched most of his skin - his skin! As another shock came the fact that he noticed his lack of clothes. As if the strange creature had guessed his thought the gentle voice sounded again:
"I had to take off your clothes - they were totally soaked. Dont worry", here her voice seemed to acquire a hint of mischief, "you won't need them in here."
For what seemed like hours neither of them spoke, but Daryl quite physically felt her shifting above him. His mind raced as he tried to guess her shape and species, but he knew of no sentient race with fur like this. Thinking of her also made it quite hard to ignore the way she was moving. Only tiny twitches and rubs, but the effect it had on him was unsettling.
He grunted as he realized he was loosing the battle with instinct and was about to ask her to give him some space, so he would not discomfort her, but she giggled softly and something wet and cool touched against his nose. When he opened his mouth in surprise he felt her tongue briefly slip inside, then her head settled on his chest as she began licking his neck.
His puzzlement and distinct arousal merged with sudden pleasure as she began to rub her lower body over his own, a long bushy tail snaking over his thighs. Any chance of protest was drowned in the brief touch of moist velvet on his hardened length; a shudder racked him and his furred companion in unison and he was unable to stifle a moan.
Further emboldened by his response she pressed closer to him. This time he pushed his hips against her when her smooth lips brushed over his member and he slipped inside and was swallowed up by heat and pleasure like he had never known before.
Between passionate licks and soft growls from his strange lover that were rivaled only by his own moans and breathless pants he used what little of his senses remained to explore the body of his mate. Soft fur covered her entirely and he ran his hands over her belly up to her shoulders and down to large paws.
The rhythm of their mating gently increased in speed and he had long begun thrusting in turn with her own movements so their shared pleasures would be maximized. The hot and pulsing depth of her vulva was unlike anything he could have imagined and the mixture of tenderness and wild feral passion brought him to the very peak of joy.
More and more often his companion's movements were accompanied by soft whines, then they became louder and turned into needy wails as her motions grew frantic; her need to reach her climax becoming the prevalent force in their mating. His nostrils flaring with her spicy scent, he grabbed her waist and quick thrusts turned into passionate humping.
A high-pitched whine began in her throat as she suddenly stopped moving. Grasping the significance of the moment he thrust into her once more as deeply as he could. Her whine grew louder and turned into a rapturous yelp as her whole body began to shudder around him, her sex trembling and contracting furiously, pushing him over the edge with her into the far beyond.
Daryl awoke snuggled close to his new-found lover. The rays of the sun had surmounted the side of the valley and shone into the mouth of the cave. For the first time he could see his mate in her full glory, a great wolf of exceptional grace and beauty.
His shifting soon woke her too and they smiled at each other. She moved her muzzle closer to his face and he opened his mouth to welcome her strange tongue for a loving kiss.
"Stay with me", was all she whispered and his smile was all the answer she needed. Side by side they sat, watching the rising sun. What a beautiful winter dawn.
THE END.