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Another Fiverr commission I liked enough to post. I'll get around to posting some of the other stories someday, but this one I couldn't wait to share. Client gave me total creative freedom over creating the characters, so they are my own.

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Yellow-bellied frogs half submerged in the calm lake water by the shore joined the flurry of shrill cicadas with their own baritone ribbits to create a harrowing evening chorus as loud as the violent and ceremonial songs played around Valu's village.

The coming-of-age wolf had been putting distance between himself and his stressful home since the sun appeared over the thickly wooded horizon that morning. He wondered if his mother questioned why his "hunting trip" would last so long, and why no other adult from their tribe would accompany him, not even his mentor. The look she flashed him that morning signaled suspicion, but no trouble came from her while he packed his carrying pouch with medicines and dried meals inside their familial tent.

He arrived at the familiar lake at twilight. The calm clear waters had become a deep dark blue, cold enough to make every black hair on Valu's body stand up straight. He started down the coast towards an area of the shore where several ancient boulders obscured what hid between them.

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Aria huddled next to her small campfire, and watched the shadows from the flickering flame dance off the grey rocks surrounding the hidden campsite. Her tan-furred ears swiveled and listened attentively for even the slightest sound of a twig snapping or a leaf being crushed. The crème-colored she-wolf was tall for her tribe, so few males tried to court her. Those dumb enough she chased off easily. In the outlands, she could handle herself against predators. She was listening for someone else - someone she expected.­­

While she only saw him periodically, Aria could vividly picture the tall, strong male wolf, with fur as dark as winter nights. Another female from her tribe would look upon the mental image with horror and fear, terrified of what a member of notoriously dangerous Pheraki tribe would do to them. Aria still believed the tribe of large, dark-furred wolves was a threat, but Valu was not.

Aria couldn't remember much from the incident. She'd bitten off more than she could chew, taking on a pack of bison in a clearing. She learned later she'd been knocked out by one of them. The next thing she remembered was lying next to a large black wolf not from her tribe, with a bandage wrapped around her head and leg.

She was thankful, but didn't know how to show it. They spoke completely different tongues, but hand gestures, body language, and later on, intimate acts, soon built trust and admiration between the two. By their third secret gathering, Aria questioned if she was falling in love with a boy, soon to be man, raised in what felt like another world.

He didn't mask his approach. Aria could hear the footfalls of a wolf larger than those of her tribe approaching from the dark. His outline appeared from out behind the rocks. He looked at ease as he walked into her camp, dressed in nothing more than a loincloth and a shoulder strap to carry small knives and his pouch. She could see his bright blue eyes reflecting the fire and moonlight back at her.

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Valu's heart raced with joy, but his legs and footpaws begged for rest as he saw the female his age sitting next to the fire. He made the remote hike in one day off of pure juvenile excitement and desire to see the foreign female again. She waved to him, and he waved back. It was a gesture to welcome another, he had learned from her.

He walked past her and slumped down against the smooth boulder behind, relieving his sore legs and paws for the first time that day.

Aria shuffled over to his side, leaning against his sturdy frame and nestling her nose into the nape of his neck. Oftentimes the language barrier was a benefit. A female of his tribe would be pestering him with questions and talk, taking time away from the real reason the two had come to their secret spot by the lake.

Aria knew this too. They didn't need words to know what they both needed. The following days would be spent fishing together, sharing customs, and swimming nude, but that evening was reserved for intimacy, and taking care of their deepest needs.

"D'tur?"

Hungry?

Valu heard Aria whisper one of the few words he knew from her. He shook his head, instead lowering his muzzle to meet her lips. Aria welcomed it, getting up and tilting her head to the side as their black lips brushed, overlapped, and mixed. After hiking miles through dense forest, his eyes and ears perked at every moment in case of danger, the momentary relief of being with his forbidden lover brought his mind and body calm, along with making his sheath swell.

Unlike in his own tribe, where the women stayed mostly hidden, dressed in thick dried furs to cover their chests, the females in Aria's culture wore a similar outfit to his own scant hunters' garb, prioritizing freedom of movement and speed. Her bare, white-furred breasts pressed against his side was only natural in her customs. Valu couldn't complain.

Their pink tongues mingled between their muzzles, sharing secrets and stories that couldn't be told through just words. No, they had to be felt. So far away from her home and anyone she closely resembled, Aria wondered if anyone from her tribe had ever been this close to a Pheraki wolf, while not scared for their life. Her body said quite the opposite; She had never been safer. She trusted the wolf with her life, and therefore her body. The late teenage hormones pumped through her veins, persuading her brain to get closer and closer to the male wolf in his prime.

Like many of their wants and needs, Aria's heat didn't need to be explained verbally to be understood by Valu's powerful nose. His body still needed rest, however, and so he proposed an alternative to keep his mate busy. He got her attention with his paw on her lips, and drew a line down his thickly furred neck, chest, and stomach, landing on his loincloth, where he tapped the desired spot. Aria's eyes followed him the entire way. Her eyes lit up, and she nodded.

The stars appeared overhead. The campfire dampened the moonlights pale glow. Valu watched the slightly smaller female lay herself between his outspread legs facing him, with her arms folding over his thighs to hold herself up. He'd waited months and walked miles for these moments, and would savor every second he could.

Aria lifted the tan leather flap covering Valu's half-erect malehood. It's ebony color stood out from the rest of the wolf's dark fur. A trickle of clear white liquid glistened in the starlight at the tip. She'd learned from Valu how to please a male with her tongue. Knowing how far the wolf had traveled to be with her, she would use the moment to show him appreciation.

Valu huffed quietly while he watched and felt Aria's slick tongue slide along the backside of his quickly hardening shaft. She'd gotten better with her oral craft each time they met. She knew to start out slow, savoring the initial sensitivity before speeding up once his entire length emerged. The wolf cock revealed itself in record time, likely due to being neglected for weeks leading up to the meeting.

Valu could see the hunger in Aria's eyes as she stared down the stiff veined shaft. It was like watching her hunt. He was her prey. The she-wolf grabbed the male by the base and tilted his rod towards her gaped open muzzle. It slid between her lips and teeth until it bumped against the back of the female's throat. Aria used to struggle to hold her sharp canines back while treating Valu to her mouth. Their species were not built to handle each other in such a way. But she had surpassed what was expected of her bloodline, and could easily handle the proud Pheraki wolf down to his bulbous knot, which was beginning to emerge from its sheath.

Valu panted and groaned as the tribal girl went down on him. He watched her head bob up and down between his legs, taking in his male pride, covering it with her saliva, while slurping up every splash of pre his crown gave out.

The fire popped and collapsed, burning through the last strong log it had left. Valu saw this, and reached down with his paw to the entranced girl suckling on his rod. He got her attention while her cheeks still bulged with his length. His paw pointed to the ground next to him.

"A'tya."

Stay.

This word he had taught her on their first encounter, when he needed to keep her calm and still while treating her wounds. He was more relaxed now then he was then.

He got up, and stripped off what little clothes he had, letting his still wet cock dangle as he trotted off into the trees to look for fallen branches large enough to feed the flames.

He returned with a bundle of sticks and a few larger logs. Before he could set them down, he noticed the she-wolf sprawled out on her back, her legs spread, with her own cloths abandoned on the branches of a nearby tree. Her half-lidded seductive green eyes met with his, confirming the invitation for what it was.

Valu carefully fed the flames before stacking on another log. The fire roared back and began chewing away at the new fuel. His work done, he turned to his mate.

Getting down on his knees, he leaned down between her bent legs and kissed her muzzle once again. He could see how her bare chest heaved with anticipation. Her breath was already hot and anxious when he kissed her. Her dark blonde tail even swept slowly across the ground. The volume of teenage need and lust between the two could almost be felt in the night air around them.

Valu's still erect shaft slid against Aria's hungry lower opening. Her cycle was at its peak, and the imminence of strong male pushing his tool inside of her caused her mind to run wild. Not waiting a second longer, she reached down and grabbed Valu's cock, guiding it to her opening, where the male wolf did the rest of the work and thrusted forward.

Aria let out cry at the shock of letting a male inside of her, a proud Pheraki no less. Though it wasn't her first time allowing the tall black furred wolf inside of her, each time felt like the first, as if Valu had grown in girth with each consecutive mating. The initial intense throb of pain quickly mellowed into a deep, satisfying pleasure. Every new inch Valu introduced into her gave her the pleasure no other female in her tribe would feel. It was wrapped in sin, and she loved it.

Valu cautiously eased his way inside, holding the beautiful she-wolf beneath him by her sides, mumbling reassuring phrases he knew she couldn't understand. He sighed with his entire chest once he had bumped with his knot. They had reached his limit, for now.

Valu let them both rest for a brief moment, before pulling back, and thrusting back in. His mate moaned as his cock made itself at home in her deepest intimate space, just outside her womb. He was determined to claim her that evening, just as he had on meetings past. Her heat and hormones were intoxicating to him. She was destined to be his.

The two young tribals gradually allowed their slow evening romp transform into a wild and instinctive rut. Free from the pressure and expectations of their elders, they were free to do exactly as they pleased. Without a common culture, any sense of cordialness or civilities were absent.

Aria moaned uncontrollably and wrapped her arms around the strong males neck for support as he vigorously pumped his shaft into the feminine icon he had deflowered himself. Her juices squelched and spilled out onto his rod and dripped down the she-wolf's backside, wetting the dirt below.

Valu grunted and growled in conquest. He'd stumbled through forests, scaled treacherous cliffs, waded through streams for this, and it was all worth it. He could feel his climax nearing every passing second. He wished their little escape would never end, but his body begged otherwise - to tie their bodies together, sowing his strong seeds into her.

Aria spoke again, this time the words fell loosely from her mouth like a river overrunning its banks.

"Valu... Valu... Valu..."

A few more heavy thrusts, and Valu finally found his mark. His knot miraculously passed through the smaller girl's tight outer folds. Aria yelped in surprise, and howled out into the night as she reached her peak.

Valu howled to meet his mates, tugging and thrusting the hypersensitive inflating tight ball of heat until he felt his balls begin to churn and his shaft shoot. His call sounded almost mournful as he filled his mate with his seed, marking her as his for wolves from both tribes to know.

Aria's mind raced, her legs twitched and spasmed. Her entire world felt complete and her heat quenched at last. She began to worry if she would be carrying Valu's offspring back to her tribe, but pushed away the thought to bask in the unearthly afterglow of a mating she had waited months for. Her stomach felt heavy and full, likely overfilled by the Pheraki's naturally larger loads. She'd get used to the feeling in the coming days at the shores of the lake, but at that hour, her body needed rest.

Valu joined her in exhaustion. Knotted together, he carefully turned the two over, so that Aria would lie on top of him. He lied against the ground, and listened to his lover's heartbeat slow into sleep, and watched the dying embers of the fire. Once it had gone out, they would be invisible from the world. Far away from their homes, no culture could touch them. They would do exactly as they pleased, and what their bodies felt right, for the next three days, before they had to part once again.