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The weather changed as soon as they crested the mountains, the huntress and her companion beside her. His footsteps crunched over the gathered and otherwise untouched snow, huge footpaws taking remarkably careful steps over the rugged terrain, while she crouched down and kept close to the karst and ridges. This was uncharted territory, completely unexplored save for a few scouting expeditions over the years. She and her people had always lived in the morning shadow of the mountains, where wide cliffs overlooked the raging ocean to one side and an equally vast sea of shifting grasses to the other. They had come from a place of cloudy skies and brisk winds, cool and steady where the rain fell with the seasons.

Now, below, the huntress Lira looked down along the foot of the mountain spreading out before her. Stone and soil churned and worked and shattered apart, broken by grasses and shrubs and roots, to be eventually overtaken on the horizon by a wide, stretching forest, trees looking tall even at such a distance. The wolfess raised a paw to shield her eyes, though the sun continued its path behind her now. Her shadow and her companion's stretched out before her, long and twisted over the descending ground. In the abrupt lack of wind from when they had cut through the pass near the peak and begun their descent, her thick cloak of pelt and hide hung down over her body, obsidian-bladed knife hidden along one hip, sling and small sack of stones at the other.

"Mar."

Beside and a little behind her, her huge direwolf companion snuffled softly. At the edge of her vision she saw him come in a little closer, his nose level with her shoulder even as he leaned over to sniff at the ground. She reached up and patted at his muzzle; he leaned in and bumped his snout against his hunter's shoulder, his wide tongue flicking out over his nose. Lira knew from experience that her paw, fingers spread, could not bridge that tongue. Despite its size, though - despite his size - the massive feral had not missed out on any dexterity, though.

"Look down there." Lira half-raised her other arm to gesture out over the blanket of trees coating the earth. "That's where we'll be come nightfall. No - no, don't look back. Never backwards. All that remains for us to look forward, to the forest."

Mar made another noise, his breath puffing out hot and thick in the cold air, and then began padding forward. The two had walked alongside one another all their lives and yet it still surprised Lira to see the grace and silence with which such a massive beast could walk, the snow barely compressing beneath his wide footpaws, his body angling and twisting in the slightest increments to better ease his way down the mountain slopes.

Where they had come from, the cliffs and the grasslands, Mar was one of many yet still stood head and shoulders, literally, above his littermates. Monsters of open stone, formidable terrors of the steppes. Lia recognized her tribe had always been known for its fearsome companions, where a hunter standing to their full height stood about level with the beast's shoulder. Lira's own Mar stood even higher than this to where she, by no means a short wolfess, could walk between his legs needing to bend over only slightly.

Though it did depend through which set of legs she walked. The hind legs she had to crouch quite a bit further, and even then she often found herself lingering down there for a while.

She patted the great beast on his haunch as he passed by and then continued along as well, keeping her thoughts, her memories, and her goals fixed in the back of her head. Their truly was no turning back for them at this point, though the mountain pass remained open and unobstructed, and the path down the windward side free and clear. The two of them, Lira and Mar, huntress and companion, could never again cross over the mountains rising out of the ocean cliffs like the spine of the earth, and return to their tribe.

The only way to go was forward. Forward down the slopes, over the ridges, between the sun-scorched boulders and wind-beaten earth, between the canyons and crevices cut in uneven limestone through untold years of rain and glacier melt and shifting streams. Forward, into the forest.

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Lira felt it as soon as the jaws of this forest clamped shut around herself and Mar, the massive feral needing to keep his head ducked and legs close to be able to make his way through the tightly knit trees. Where the huntress had grown used to scaling a rock and standing there with her ears perked and eyes slitted, out here among the shadows and vines she could see no further than nature permitted her to - which was hardly further than she could lob a stone from her sling. Strange scents and noises captured and diverted her attention, constantly pulling her head and her ears in different directions; she stopped and crouched down time and time again, hoping to find a way for herself and her companion to blend in to this strange landscape yet, somehow, unable to.

Over the steppes and cliffs her tribe was renowned for its efficiency and skill in hunting, tracking, and pursuit. Out here where she could hardly see the sky, where the temperature varied between uncomfortably warm patches of sun to chill, still shadows. Some of their skills carried over, as they were each still predators of unrivaled skill; in the time since they had first pierced the line of the trees, when the sun had just barely begun to creep down behind the mountains behind them, she had sighted a few bears, the tracks of what must have belong to some kind of large cat, and then caught the scent of a small group of wolves. Whether these were another tribe of hunters or just a wild pack, Lira could not tell from that scent, and had no wish to find out.

She had hoped to at least find a cave or a root burrow or something before the darkness continued to spread its cloak over the forest, the thick canopy overhead weaving together and blocking out what little light already managed to make its way through. No turning back, she had been told, and every time her ears flicked back behind her at some noise or another she had to resist the urge to stop and look. Lira had enforced that demand upon herself as soon as they had begun the ascent: she may not turn and look back at their beloved mountain until she had arrived at her new home, wherever that may be. And now the forest had wrapped her in its dense, impenetrable embrace, and she did now know where she was or where to go.

Once night fell it was hard to see even to her predator's eyes, and after stumbling and hacking her way through vines and low-hanging branches, at the next clearing the huntress sighed, looked around herself, and dropped where she was, digging the blade of her knife into the soft, moist earth where she sat. Mar made his way out from between the trees behind her and smoothly, easily dropped down as he always had, and as he always would, to surround her in the sweet warmth and comfort of his body.

The huntress met his eyes, golden amber like fresh sap in the dim night, and rested her head back against his side. She felt the plush of his fur, the smooth softness of supple skin beneath, the stiff arcs of ribs under that, and then deeper, the slow rise and fall of his breath and beat of his pulse. At least Mar stood a beacon of familiarity and comfort amid this whirlwind of new scents, new sounds, and new sights, the one thing left to Lira from her life before. She turned her head and ran her nose along his thick pelt, slightly matted and knotted with flecks of mud and bits of branch and leaf, but still distinctly him.

The two really had been together all their lives. Born just two days apart, Lira had not a single memory without him in it alongside her. They had been roughly the same size as pups and as they grew up, though once she came of age Mar began to rapidly outpace her. This served its purposes, though, as it aided in their ritual bonding ceremony to fully cement the two as hunter and companion. They slept together, they ate together, they hunted together of course. Quite simply, one could not go anywhere without the other. Bonded in heart as well as spirit, Lira felt a part of her missing when she could not have him by her side, and knew that he felt the same way as well.

This was why he wrapped her in his body whenever they settled down to sleep throughout this journey, why he curled his body around hers and blanketed her in the warmth of his fur and presence. The odd, muted scent of rich plantlife, dripping dew, damp wood, and stagnant mud disappeared beneath the brighter, high aroma of Mar, sharp and a bit musky, undeniably male, absolutely enjoyable. She pressed her nose more firmly into his fur and drew deep of his scent, letting it wrap around her like a comfortable shawl.

This was by no means the safest spot for them, especially in this new and unknown environment, but she knew they would be alright. As long as they stood alongside one another, they always would be. All it took for Lira to feel safe was his presence beside her. Still, though, she had kept her voice down throughout the entire journey since first entering the forest, as had he - in his own way.

Mar could not speak, of course. Lira turned her head the other way and listened to the sound of his breathing, deep, smooth inhalations and exhalations in his chest, with the occasional rumble as he settled more comfortably into position or a little huff whenever he adjusted. He did not speak, but still she understood him in his own way, and he in hers. His body language, the set of his ears and whiskers, the way he regarded or looked at her, and then past all of this, there was some hidden sense, some odd connection that the two shared.

Therein lay the purpose of the bonding ritual. Lira and Mar were one pair in a line stretching endlessly into the past and, if she had anything to say about it, just as far into the future. She felt his comfort and care as they each settled into sleep, and knew that this would be something they would always share. The closeness, the appreciation, the affection... Mar stirred beneath and behind her, rolling a little more fully onto his back with one of his hind legs cocked up into the air.

The pleasure and intimacy too, naturally. With each inhalation the huge feral's chest and belly rose and swelled, fur parting, body shifting... sheath rising, sack settling across his inner thigh. With each exhalation it all lowered down again, plump sheath shifting back into its original position, heavy balls stirring within supple skin and fur. _That_part of the wolf had quickly outpaced Lira, too. She had had her eye on it - and her paws, and her muzzle to a certain point - since she had come of age as well.

All the stress of these past few days, with hardly any time to sit down and relax, and even less to take care of her body's natural urges and needs... the huntress shifted where she lay against her companion, looked over her shoulder towards his muzzle, and then carefully extricated herself from his embrace so that she could scoot closer to his hind legs. Mar had closed his eyes and settled in to sleep already, and Lira could feel through their link that he was right at the edge of consciousness, just barely underneath. She pressed her paws into that fur, softer and warmer than the forest-marked pelt along his shoulder and back, and pushed further down. Firm ribs gave way to soft stomach, soft stomach to hotter loins... hot loins to humid groin.

As she straightened up Lira shrugged her cloak off her shoulders, the tightly-woven assemblage of pelts and hides shuffling heavily down around her body. They had been travelling for about two weeks now, nonstop east toward the rising sun, and as the ocean fell further away behind them and the forest approached Lira had been able to feel the change in climate and temperature, the cool, clammy spray to which she grown accustomed turning to a warmer humidity that lingered even now in the night.

A humidity different from what she now reached towards, naturally. The wolfess scooted forward across the soft earth and raised one paw up to lift Mar's hind leg up and away, while she pressed her other in along his thigh. Even a full hand-span away she could feel the heat of his endowment, pulsing and stirring, each of his breaths and little movements curling his scent a bit more closely around her muzzle. The wolfess licked her lips, glanced up at him again, watched his sleeping muzzle, and then came forward just a bit further, until her knees pressed in along his lower belly.

As a bonded pair, the two had long since grown used to partaking of each other's presence to stay warm. Lira had come up with some rather adventurous ways of sharing this warmth, each one a bit more effective than the last. Their first night ascending the mountain to cross, when snow blanketed the ground and still fell from the sky enough to obscure the vision, she had settled down to sleep with exhausted sweat dripping through her fur.

This time she wasted no time. Already the want and need burned inside her, the desire to take sometime away from their task to relax and enjoy themselves - and for her to enjoy him. She cupped her paws together and brought them forward and down, spread fingers easily squeezing around the supple skin of the feral's sheath and pushing back, pressing in along the soft flesh and feeling his firm length buried within. Further in, further down, she rolled her fingers, pressed them into fur and skin... and found the slight hint of his knot deeper inside, buried back between his hind legs. Even that little touch was enough to bring a little unconscious thrust from the male, up and forward with another burst of rich scent along Lira's muzzle.

The huntress breathed a little laugh and brough her paws forward again, thumbs guiding her movement up. Inch by inch between Mar's hind legs, his raised one twitching and kicking beneath the teasing touches; about halfway along the length of his sheath, fat and plump enough that even with her thumbs touching along the center she couldn't run her spread fingers over its base, she turned her paws, angled them a bit, pressed fingers into flesh again, and ran the pads of her thumbs over the end.

This particular spot of her companion she had investigated quite thoroughly over the years. Plush, humid white fur shortened and thinned near the end, giving way to a clear ring of bare skin right along the lip; Lira came a little closer, half-resting her weight against Mar's lower belly, and slid her thumbs gently into the slit at the end of Mar's sheath. The male gave a little squirm and kick accompanied by a puff of breath into the forest air, but did not complain.

Of course he didn't. Lira licked her lips again and pressed those thumbs in further, her fur already slickened and moistened by the natural wetness inside of there. She pushed them in until she had buried them to the knuckle inside of her companion's sheath, the supple, elastic skin squeezing lightly around them and resisting only slightly when she started to pull out. First there was the wet smack of lip pulling away from lip, then a continuing nose like stirring mud as he shifted again. Thick strings of heavy moisture hung inside, connecting one edge of the skin to the other, clinging to and rolling down the wolfess's thumb and wrist.

She didn't need to bring her muzzle in much closer to pick up the change in his scent, once she had opened his sheath. Higher, hotter, richer, an undeniable touch of sharp piss, and then a heavier, cloying odor of something else... the huntress swallowed, let her mouth hang open, and came in a little closer, turning her paws so that her fingers could take the place of her thumbs. First one from each paw, then a second, and a third. She tugged along the lips of Mar's sheath without pulling too hard, pressing and sliding the length of her fingers deeper in as she went, the thick, smooth walls of his interior squeezing and sliding around her, pillowed flesh moist and wet with the distinct firmness of his length in between. The deeper she pushed, the bulge of both of her paws visible from the outside of his sheath, the more she felt him twitch and throb against her.

There, both paws buried to the wrist inside his sheath, Lira brushed her palms along Mar's buried shaft, gave a squeeze, and then pulled out, slowly, softly, until the lips of his sheath pulled and part, stretching open to show the rich reddish-pink interior flesh, dripping and glistening with that natural sticky slickness, sweat and slime and gathered remnant piss. The smooth, soft flesh pulsed and squeezed around her, supple skin trying to return to its normal state, firm yet half-aroused shaft twitching between her fingers. Out on the steppes Lira would have been able to see the puffs of steam echoing out from his spread sheath, like thick, heavy exhalations of breath, rich and heavy for her to draw right back into her own lungs.

Lira needed to adjust her angle again, one paw remaining spread around his length while the other pressed further into his sheath, moist squeezing skin about halfway up to her elbow. She couldn't quite reach to his knot inside of his sheath, though from the outside she watched the way her fingers worked and writhed beneath and inside the thick skin between his hind legs, so close to where his hanging sack stirred and shifted with the movements in the flesh. Just as she couldn't wrap both paws around his sheath on the outside, neither could she bring her fingers and thumbs to touch around his shaft from the inside; instead she spread her fingers over his underside, her paw and his length both slick and wet from his natural musk, and drew it up towards the end of his sheath, yet didn't pop her paw free. Right at the end, right as her wrist began to bulge the lip and begin to fold it back, she pressed back down and into him again, fingerpads moving smooth and steady over his length.

Over her shoulder and behind her the much larger wolf huffed, licked his chops, and then suddenly squirmed, causing Lira's paws to come free of his sheath with a wet sucking sound. Fingers dripping and fur matted with that sticky moisture, she straightened up, looked back at him, and met his bright yellow eyes, half-lidded with his broad tongue hanging out.

"Well, well." The huntress lifted one of her arms and began to drag her tongue up over her fur. Even before she reached it, the scent clinging to her fur made her nose wrinkle. "Look who's finally awake. I figured we deserve a bit of a break, don't you?" She curled her tongue in and around her fingers, the wetness transferring over to cling to and coat her tongue, making it so she needed to swallow twice to get it down. "We've been going for so long, and it'll be nice to get some time to settle down and-"

As usual, then, Lira felt Mar's intent even before he began to move. The huge feral shifted, squirmed again, and lifted himself to his feet, then stretched first in one direction and then the other. Where Lira knelt so close to him, his heavy sack and plump sheath hung down directly in front of her face, tapered pink-fleshed tip poking out of the end, the underside slick with the wetness she had dug out from within. His scent wafted over her, rich and strong, overwhelming even the remnant taste trickling down the back of her throat; so absorbed was she in watching him jiggle and twitch, so close to her face, she almost didn't notice as he worked his way around and tried to push his huge nose down under her tail.

It was the touch of that cold, wet nose that startled her to her feet as well, the feral seeking and searching beneath her loincloth. "Hey, hey-" The huntress stood up and batted at his muzzle, though he still tried to work himself into place. "No, no, no, Mar. Remember what happened _last_time you tried to mount me."

The feral huffed, his tail stirring behind him. Lira stood near his hind leg, one still-sticky paw braced against his hip for balance while the other remained against his muzzle. His nose wrinkled and twitched, too, with the lingering aroma there. It had started to waft up in the warm forest air.

"Come on. Don't give me that look." Lira shifted her paw further back, fingers following the grain of his fur, around towards the back of that leg - then up, up a bit, up a little bit further. She took a half-step to the side, then another backwards; she leaned back to take a look, licked her lips again, and looked forward to meet her companion's gaze. Then, thick strands of liquid musk still clinging to her paw and dripping down her pads, she bunched her fingers together, found the pucker of his tail, pressed them in against the center of those tight wrinkles, and gave a small push. "I'll make it up to you."

Immediately those muscles clenched and tightened back against her, with a little shiver vibrating up Mar's lower back. The feral's tongue flicked out over his chops again and he lowered his head, ears briefly flicking back - yet at the same time he widened his stance and lowered his rump a little bit, tail hiking up at the base. Lira smirked, spread her fingers out over the exterior of his tailhole, felt the clenching and shivering of anticipation, and then brought them in towards the center again.

This wasn't just for her own benefit, though of course she deeply enjoyed it. One finger buried under Mar's tail, or two or four or eight, wrapped in soft squeezing flesh, hot and wet; often she would use that leverage to pull herself forward and slightly underneath the feral, so she could nip and suck at the opened rim of his tailhole, so that she could dig her tongue in and swirl it around along his interior walls, while he shivered and squirmed and tightened around her. She repositioned herself as such right now, even, keeping that one paw there with fingers lightly teasing and stroking, following the wrinkles and the folds, while she rested her other atop his rump for balance. The wolfess came forward, nose twitching a bit with the heat and the constant scent wafting up from his backside; she tilted her head, swallowed, tasted him on the air, and again pressed her fingers against the center of his tailhole, the slickness of his own sheath aiding in her pressing in against the squeezing muscles.

No, this was not only for her. Each pulse, each twitch, each tightening of that ring, bounced and echoed through Mar's body - and caused the feral's hips to buck up and forward, heavy sack and half-revealed cock bouncing above the soft earth of the forest as he did so. Lira held him partially in place with that arm over his rump and put a little more force behind her paw, angled fingers pressing in and squeezing through those muscles. The vast difference in their size helped - Lira could remember when Mar could only accommodate three fingers, and that would be enough for him to crouch down close to the ground and grind and buck until he painted the earth with his load. Three fingers, two from one paw and one from the other, with a deft tongue in between to coax them in...

Lira felt the resistance from that ring of muscle, smirked again, and then closed the distance as she had done so many times before, nose lifting up beneath the base of Mar's tail. He lifted and adjust as he had learned to long ago, widening his stance a bit further and angling his hips so she could stand comfortably behind him. While working those fingers against him, rolling them back and forth and coaxing gently, slowly deeper, Lira drew her tongue back and forth over his rim as well, following the lines of wrinkles and folds in the skin, lapping over the gathered musk and lingering slickness.

Even without their bond the huntress would have been able to tell that Mar enjoyed this at least as much as she did. It was in the shivering and twitching of his muscles, how one of his legs shook and kicked at the earth, how he lowered the front half of his body and pushed up and back against her. It was in the way his tailhole squeezed and clamped around her two fingers when they sank in past the ring of his muscle, then relaxed; then in how it did so again for the third, and the fourth, and then relaxed again as she pressed them in further, burying them to the knuckle inside hot, shifting interior flesh, all the while running her tongue up and over the other side of his tailhole.

At this angle Lira couldn't so much as grind her face against Mar's rear, her lips and tongue pushing and dragging over damp fur and slick skin. Very quickly his scent and taste seeped into and overtook her breath, filling her mouth and awareness with nothing but him - to the point where, for a moment, she didn't notice him pushing back and rhythmically squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing against the knuckles of her paw.

"Yeah, yeah..." the wolfess breathed, pulling back for a moment. She licked her lips, swallowed, swallowed again, swallowed again, then slid her fingers out of his tailhole. His muscles puckered back in response, slick red flesh visible for a fraction of a second before his rim squeezed shut again. The huntress spread her fingers, thick strands of slightly discolored juices hanging between as she did so. "I know. I know this has been on your mind since before we crested the mountain."

Mar looked back at her from ahead, amber eyes twinkling. His broad tongue came out and lapped over his chops, and yet again he shifted his stance. Lira held that gaze, winked, then returned her paw to her muzzle, nose wrinkling with the sharp musk that had gathered there. Still watching him she slid two of those fingers into her mouth, not so much sucking off that slickness as adding her saliva to it; then the third came in as well, tongue working up and around and between, with the fourth standing on its own after. The warm stickiness of mixed liquids rolled down the back of her paw and through her fur, and after pulling her paw from her muzzle the huntress worked her way down, tongue swirling over her own fingerpads and palm and over to her thumb. Then from there she brought her tongue back into her maw, worked up another half-mouthful of saliva, emptied that out over the back of her knuckles and down towards her wrist... then, she realized, I should have just have him do this. Keep his maw open with one paw and shove the other in - hot damp breath, big flat tongue...

The thought sent another shiver up her back. Satisfied with her work and especially with how she could taste him even more strongly in the back of her throat, the wolfess took a half-step back, returned her other paw to lifting the base of his tail, and position her now dripping one right there in place... and this time pressed up and forward, four fingers bunched to a tip with her thumb along her palm. Mar tightened and then relaxed, tightened and relaxed as she pressed further into him; the feral widened his legs and resisted the urge to lower his body downwards, even as Lira felt his tail begin to hike of his own accord.

She kept and eye on his muzzle as she went, working her paw slowly, gently back and forth near her knuckles, allowing him to grow more used to the size - not that it was anything new, of course. She turned her paw as it went, fingers pushing and rolling through the tight muscle and squeezing flesh, digging deeper into his slick, wet bowels. They pushed and churned as she went, alternating between sucking her in further and pushing back out against her until, finally, her wrist slid, sank, and then locked inside of him, his tailhole reflexively squeezing around the base of her paw in response. The feral wolf twitched and jumped with that sensation, though even from here Lira could see the pulse it sent through his shaft hanging beneath him.

"How's that?" she rumbled, taking another step and a half to the side. All of her teasing and touching had indeed worked him up further: the still-unswollen bulge of his knot could now be seen pushing against the supple skin of his sheath, and the expected little jets of pre repeatedly shot out and stained the earth underneath him. One time Lira had positioned herself underneath him and taken his tapered tip between her legs, just far enough so that each of those jets emptied out inside of her - and before long was unable to keep the sheer volume of the stuff inside of herself, so that it spilled first and then poured out into a puddle beneath her. "Maybe I could..."

A little bit further forward, a bit deeper, and then down a bit... arm buried halfway to the elbow inside his tailhole just as she had been inside his sheath a few moments ago, Lira spread her fingers, pushed them out against the squeezing walls of sticky, slimy flesh, and pressed in. Mar shivered and rumbled, the growl of pleasure vibrating back and up through his huntress's shoulder. Each squeeze and clench wrapped around her arm as well as pressed in along her fingers and wrest, supple flesh pulsing and sliding, slick and wet; Lira ran her fingers forward and back, able to feel the little spots of firmness and pressure from inside, and just barely able to see the pressure from that paw through his belly. While working at him from inside, while watching Mar shudder and pant and twitch and throb, she slid her other paw, fingertips still a bit sticky from digging around in his sheath, down her own body and beneath her loincloth, soon mixing his slickness with her own. Where he had five fingers, she focused only two on herself, though very quickly she, too, was shivering in place, legs spread and body resting against his.

It was work, though, moving her entire arm forward and back, pulling and sucking along Mar's tailhole and his bowels. She alternated between fingers spread and paw balled into a fist, trying to press and squeeze on him at different angles from inside, touching and massaging at those little spots and sections that made him twitch and shudder. One of them in particular, about deep enough so that her elbow just barely started to press in through his rim, made him first lower his body and then lift it, with one leg soon to follow. It was the leg nearest the huntress, and to accommodate she took a step back and to the side, knowing that if he pleasure-kicked it might very well knock her over.

That footpaw first grated against the ground and then half-lifted. A second later, Lira's body still lurching with the rhythm of thrusting her arm into and pulling it back out, fur matted and slickened with his interior wetness, the feral adjusted his weight and lifted it further. He panted, rumbled, huffed, stuck that leg out... and then shuddered, his entire lower body twitching in a forward thrust followed by a second and a third and, then, a spurt of something that simply couldn't have been more pre. Neither was it his finish, though; interested, Lira spread her fingers and pushed down against that little spot of pressure again... and saw it happen again, this time growing into a steadier, fuller stream, arcing forward and out from the tapered tip of the feral's fully-hard shaft.

Then, she grinned. That's what it was. His huntress's arm buried to the elbow inside of his tailhole, the excessive pressure and movement had teased and coaxed his bladder into releasing, so that now the wolf shivered and shuddered beneath the mixed sexual pleasure and sheer relief of being forced to relieve himself, heavy balls tugging up towards his body, hard shaft twitching and throbbing against his belly as the stream of rich, hot yellow continued to arc out and soak into the earth below. The scent, bright and rich and pungent, quickly consumed everything else as well. Lira's fingers between her own legs quickened just as she pressed and pushed and massaged at his bladder from inside his body, noting the way the stream strengthened when she pressed here, how it broke and sprayed when she pushed there, how the feral's strong muscles squeezed around her elbow when she tapped there.

Breath after breath drawn in through her nose and let out through her mouth invigorated and revitalized her own pleasure, until Lira focused more on herself than working her paw inside of her companion. Mar lowered his body down as he continued to drain himself into the already-huge pool of steaming piss beneath him, a few reaching tendrils of excess splatter showing where the pressure had made him burst and shoot that mark. Lira leaned against him, arm buried to the elbow, while her own body shook and squeezed around her other paw, fingers sliding and moving between arousal-slickened lips, the stickiness of her own enjoyment rolling down her inner thighs and matting her fur. Before long, though, Mar's stream dwindled to a finish, the last few drops hanging loose from his tapered tip before dropping down to the ground - and he tightened around her again, and pulled forward, and pushed back. His tongue flopped out of his mouth again, and it almost seemed to her that he let out a heavy sigh of pleased relief.

So she continued. This time she kept her fingers spread and pushing down, rubbing along his freshly-emptied bladder from inside, pulling and sliding back over the other little spots and sections. There was one in particular, feeling for all the world like a lime or a grapefruit hidden beneath folds and walls of flesh, that when poked and grabbed and squeezed made the huge direwolf kick a leg, and growl with pleasure, and slap his shaft against his belly with another forceful spurt of pre splashing out into his puddle of stinking piss.

Lira leaned forward to watch his red, veined shaft, how it grew and throbbed each time she squeezed and rubbed there. She was careful not to poke her claws against him, of course, instead pressing down with her palm and squeezing that knob of flesh, or muscle, or something, up into her grip. She rolled her fingers back and forth over it, arm buried halfway to the elbow, and watched as Mar's tongue flopped out of his mouth and his ears flicked back. She squeezed and rubbed at it, she circled her thumb around it, she balled her paw into a fist and pushed it past - and, through their link, felt his pleasure and urgency grow a little bit each time, a little faster, a little harder.

That was what he wanted: faster. Harder. So she obliged, again alternating between spread fingers and tightened fist, pushing down against that firm knob or wrapping around and squeezing, milking it. Lira watched his muzzle as she went, the scent of his piss and his musk both so strong, his sharp muzzle showing anticipation, pleasure, and if he were even capable of such a thing, a bit of embarrassment: yellow eyes flicked half-lidded back to her, met hers, and then flicked away again, the feral lapping at his chops and shuddering again.

Usually when she did this Lira kept one paw underneath him as well, rubbing and stroking and teasing at his shaft until her other arm dripped at the elbow with pre and gathered liquid musk as well, but this_time... each throb bounced up through her companion's body and echoed around her buried arm in a tightening of that ring on her elbow, a pulse and growth in that knob at which she massaged, and a stirring squeeze in the wet flesh all around her. The tightness, the _firmness, the sheer energy that pulsed and vibrated and sizzled throughout Mar's entire being, enough that it overflowed in their bond and reverberated back into Lira as well. Her other arm still between her legs shook with her own anticipation, her upper chest braced against the larger wolf with her knees threatening to give out from beneath her.

Mar was the one who reached his peak first, coaxed to that point from his huntress's arm pushing deep under his tail and then sliding back out to the wrist, again and again, the wolfess intentionally pressing over that lime-sized wad of intense pleasure inside of him. She felt him twitch, and shudder, and shake around her arm, then heard him huff again, and flop his tongue out, and begin to rumble - and then felt the clenches so tight that they nearly cut off circulation in that arm. Lira pulled herself up to watch, and managed to catch the second spurt as it shot out and splashed into the puddle beneath him, then the third, and the fourth as well, and the fifth after that. Without being pulled from his sheath as she usually did, Mar's knot shifted and grew and locked within the supple skin, giving it a wide, rounded bulge that pulsed with each spurt of his peak, each on in time with another clench and throb at his tailhole.

He lowered his body close enough to the ground that Lira had to half-crouch down to keep that arm buried, the remnant pleasure of his sudden peak still echoing through him. Lira lifted her other paw from between her own thighs to push at his haunch, giving herself some leverage to pull up and out. Her elbow, her forearm, her wrist, her paw, all came free with a slick, wet sucking sound, and as she brushed her fingers beneath the base of his tail she felt that again those muscles remained parted slightly open for a moment before squeezing shut, again with another noise. Even after she had pulled out of him the wolf still remained there, forepaws digging at the earth while his entire lower body shook and convulsed, tail up, hips pumping arrhythmically forward and up, the last weak sprays of his peak emptying out. His shaft, full and red, rubbed against his belly and fell, then throbbed and came up, then fell again.

Lira leaned in again to watch everything, his familiar, intoxicating scent filling her nose. Her arm was now slick and slimy from fingertip to elbow, her fur matted down and sticky and... she brought it to her muzzle, sniffed at it, pulled away a bit, then curled her tongue around two of those fingers. Her other paw returned to its place between her legs, quickly picking up where she had left off. A third finger joined the two in her mouth, then again she was dragging and digging her tongue down over her fingerpads and palm, then the wrist, then the rest of her arm as well, lapping and grooming, peeling off that thick, heavy slickness, transferring it from her fur to coat her throat instead. It made her nose curl and muzzle wrinkle, but each lick, each taste with Mar still shuddering and grunting in front of her, magnified the electric pleasure vibrating through her loins - until she, too, gripped into his fur and bucked, upper body throwing forward and rump jerking back.

The huntress's thighs tightened around her paw nearly without her intent. She felt her legs shake and again threaten to go out from beneath her, and right as she reached to grab onto Mar's fur for support her arm tightened as well, that shiver of pleasure arcing up through her body. She gritted her teeth, gasped, bit off a moan, grunted - and then bucked forward herself, her own peak spraying out across her fingers and palm and quite quickly adding to the slickness that already soaked her thighs. She swallowed, tasted Mar in her throat again, felt herself hit a second peak immediately after the first, jerked again - then moved her paw away, shook, twitched, twitched again.

It took a moment, but eventually Lira managed to lift her head again. Both of her paws had to remain on Mar's haunch, though, or else she knew she would pitch forward and sprawl across the ground on legs that no longer obeyed. Slowly, fingers gripping his pelt, she let herself drop down and then turned around, not caring that she settled into the streaks of her orgasm that had sprayed against his leg and the ground underneath. A little trickle of his own puddle carried on near her footpaw.

"There..." she panted. Behind her she felt Mar shift and adjust his stance, looking down over the mess he had made and trying to find a balance on his equally-unsteady legs. After a moment he huffed again and began to move, leaving Lira to scramble to pull herself up. His steps were slow and heavy, with a noticeable lilt each time he moved a hind leg. His heavy shaft still twitched and throbbed beneath him. Lira eyed him as he made his way around to her front. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Seems to me like..." He came towards her and lowered his head down in front. Lira smiled and reached up with that still-sticky paw to rub behind one of his ears. "...you enjoyed yourself at least as much as I did..."

But he didn't stop there. Yellow eyes flashed up to her while she scratched behind that ear, but still Mar continued down. First he nuzzled against that paw, then let his broad tongue drag up across the huntress's bare belly. Then he moved down a little further, let his huge body settle into place behind him, flumped down... and dug his nose beneath the hanging fabric of her loincloth. Lira perked, smirked, spread her legs - then twitched, sighed, half-kicked a leg, and let another moan trickle out from between her lips. Her breath tasted like him, and again, she knew from experience that it would for a while.

"Y-yeah..." the huntress managed, her legs again trying to clamp shut. The feral's muzzle prevented them from doing so, though. That broad tongue slipped out and up across her, again and again. "That's... that'll..." Her head rolled onto her other shoulder. What would be the harm, she thought, in continuing a little bit late tomorrow morning? We've got... a lot of catching up to do...

The forest seemed to welcome them that night, wrapping its thick, heavy arms around huntress and companion, keeping them isolated in their own little space that by the time the sun began to rise over the other horizon, smelled so strongly of the two of them together. Abdomen sore, legs aching, a twinge in her jaw, and her fur matted and still sticky, Lira still rose with the sun, stirred Mar awake from where he had wrapped around her, and the two continued on their way.