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The palisade walls from town were far behind me. The little glows of lamps were nowhere to be found either. My only source of light was the clear full moon high above in the heavens, guiding my rugged path. The cold pinched my cheeks and nose as I carefully walked along the moonlit path of a neighboring forest. The soft crunching of leaves from each step I took kept my ears on alert. I had checked over my shoulder no less than four times once I left the town out of pure caution. I couldn't be caught, or everything would fall apart. As stressful as that was, my legs carried me further down the leaf littered path. My hands helped guide me past close trees and hidden branches until I finally reached the edge of the tree line and a wide field bathed in silvery moonlight.

I paused by the edge of the forest, but kept myself concealed in the shadow of a tree. Peering out between several naked branches, I could see the field grasses bathed in silvery moonlight from the heavens. The rest of the forest in the distant background was dark. Even in the dead of night, I couldn't be too sure of who was out there. It was my fifth time doing this, but even so the thrill was no different than those midsummer nights not long ago. I missed the warm evenings and nights where the crickets blared and the trees were in full bloom.

'I wish it was still summer.' I shuddered from a lonely chill and kept my hands inside my pockets. I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and sleep under the weight of warm blankets; but I was expecting something worth dying over. My eyes widened as I wiggled my nose. A pleasant wild smell caught my attention, and with it, an important realization.

'If I can smell her, then she's already here.' I thought to myself but couldn't discern anything hiding in the shadows. My heart raced excitedly, yet nothing moved around me. All of the shadows were still, but not silent anymore...

"You shouldn't be here." A feminine voice made my senses tingle.

"Neither should you." I retorted into the darkness. The softest crunch of leaves and pine needles drew my attention to the left as a figure emerged from the shadows like a ghost. A pair of golden eyes that seemed to glow like the full moon above us gazed at me with yearning interest. Almost a full head taller than me, her white fur shimmered under the moonlight like fresh fallen snow. A canine snout, black nose, and two triangular ears made up her lovely facial features. The thick mane around her neck transitioned to the gorgeous curves of her large breasts, and strong shoulders. Her torso was toned and both of her legs were very strong like any of her species down to the claws on her paws. She was a werewolf, a species that usually instilled fear or resentment among humans, but not me.

"I missed you, Arwen." I blurted out.

"I missed you too." She quickly answered. The last step forward was swift, closing the gap between us in an instant. Her arms wrapped around me in a bear hug as large wolffish hands gripped me tightly. The entire left side of my face was affectionately smothered in thick cheek fur. Her strength was as intimidating as it was impressive. I held onto her with equal passion, burying my face into her warm fur. I breathed deeply, enjoying the wonderful earthy pine scent she always carried. Our hands rubbed one another's back in comfort. Only the silence of the cold was audible for those embracing moments. I cherished them so much.

It was our little secret to visit each other in the woods during each full moon. The location was a secret as well for our own safety. What we were doing was completely forbidden. Punishment would likely be severe, and result in us never seeing each other again. Werewolves and humans lived peaceably alongside one another, but separately for the most part. Intermarriage was seen as taboo, cooperation existed only when necessary, and both sides had their suspicions about the other.

Our customs were completely different, and countless to list. Werewolves believed in nature rituals and prowess; yet, humans were more materialistic and had less reverence for the natural world around them. Disagreements and conflict were almost always present where both lived alongside each other.

Separate feuds had nearly devolved into open warfare over the past three decades, pulling in resources from various areas of society. Just as related and extended families relied upon another during duress; so too did related werewolf clans. Werewolves often saw humans as too reliant on technology despite possessing much of the same themselves. Humans often saw their canine counterparts as uncouth and dangerous due to their natural strength. This wasn't entirely unfounded. Humans were wary of werewolves during the full moon, and rightly so. Their strength was at its peak during this time, and an altercation between the two species would've ended horribly for any human.

Our pasts made our relationship unlikely in the best of terms. I was born into a noble family, the Ginessi, and she was born into a wealthy clan of high heritage, the Wersu. Her uncle was the chieftain of the southern river pack, and my father had been an advisor to two of the region's major guilds. We ended up in the same shipment of spice caravans going from the city of Lathari to a werewolf inhabited hill fort. My father was invested in the sale, and her father was one of the purchasers. We became closer since those early testy days. She had comforted me when my father passed away like any family member would have. I gave her a small sum of money to help her father during a time of need. However, it is a long story that I should recount, and perhaps write down at another time...

We eased back after a long minute of embracing, but it was only the start of a beautiful night together. No words were spoken as her damp nose brushed over my nose. Her fuzzy lips touched my hairless ones before a long and smooth tongue lapped slowly into my mouth. Our faces made kissing difficult, but we managed to share tongues without complaint, save for a few missed kisses.

"How has your family been?" I spoke first and rubbed the top of her muzzle affectionately.

"Good." She smiled and pressed her damp nose to my forehead to deliver one long lick. My grin strengthened as the wide smooth appendage left a trail from between my eyes to my hair. "My older brother was married to a fine wolf from the Nensu clan of the highland forests. Even though it is arranged, my brother does like her."

"That's wonderful to hear." I chimed in. "Send them my congratulations... anonymously." I cheekily added.

"I will. I will." She chuckled warmly. "My father is still delighted by the news. I wish you could've been there for the celebration." Her voice tapered off with a hint of sadness. My smile faded for a brief moment as well.

"How is your father?" I changed the subject. "Are his business dealings going well?"

"I never looked too much into it, but I know that the spices he buys from your family are never a problem."

"Well that's a relief to hear." I mentioned.

"He says that the price is fair, and one of the best, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone." She grinned.

"I won't tell anybody he says that." I promised and winked.

"Now tell me about your family." She inquired. "Wasn't your younger sister expecting a pup, er child soon?" She corrected herself.

"Yep. She's due in the next month." I happily nodded. "Her belly looks so big and round, but she's tiny. I don't know what to make of it. I can't help but think she's going to have twins."

"Oh. That would be a good omen." Arwen said. "Are there any preparations made for human newborns?"

"I don't think so." I rubbed my head without much confidence. "Usually only women handle childbirth, so I wouldn't know."

"Aww." She seemed a little dismayed. "Werewolves have many sayings and preparations. I should write them all down and tell you when we have more time." She nudged me.

"I would love that." I smiled. "Her husband Leonardo is ecstatic about the news." I added. "He isn't sparing any expense to keep her comfortable right now. She's only nineteen... When I was a kid that number seemed so old, but now it feels nostalgic." I smiled.

"Haha, I understand." She chuckled and rubbed my arms.

"Being a child... It wasn't that long ago." I reminisced for a second. I shuddered from a mixture of the cold and her lovely touch.

"You'll catch a cold out here before long." She whispered and began rubbing my arms in earnest.

"It's worth it." I boldly shrugged potential illness off. "Besides, I have you here to keep me warm."

"Relying on a werewolf for warmth now?" She chuckled and continued tenderly rubbing my arms.

"I want no one else's warmth." I murmured and reached up to hold her shoulders, but I couldn't help myself and made a pass at her chest. My hand brushed along the side of one breast, and nestled partially underneath it. Both of her breasts were covered in the same thick winter coat. They were large and yielded so wonderfully to my touch, swaying and moving to her every movement. How could I not touch her there when she was so divinely naked in front of me?

"Seeking a different kind of warmth?" Her hot breath laced with desire cascaded onto me. I lifted one, enjoying the soft weight in my hand.

"Hmm. Maybe." I hummed while rubbing my palm over a firm nipple and and gently kneading the soft mass. Another low growl of approval rumbled from her throat. However, the canine was hardly passive herself, and usually far more aggressive. Her hand traced along the hem of my pants before a thumb hooked underneath the garment. I felt claws harmlessly graze over my skin.

"Humans and their ridiculous clothes." She quietly snorted.

"Wolves wear clothes to." I held back a laugh.

"Robes and modest loincloths are much freer than this." Arwen gave a good tug on my pants for measure. "We aren't afraid of nudity." She added in a sultry voice.

"What? You want me to disrobe?" I asked with a grin across my face.

"You better." Her grinning teeth glimmered subtly in the moonlight.

"I'll oblige." I stated and unfastened my belt.

"I promise I'm not this forward during the other phases of the moon." She told me with a little bashfulness. I glanced and noticed her ears were flat against her head for a moment. Her feelings of embarrassment were genuine.

"I like it when you're open about romance." I insisted. Her tail wagged at the sound of that, and my pants dropping to the ground with a resounding muffled thud.

"It's cold." I tensed as cool air quickly chilled my legs. Goosebumps formed but I staved off shaking for the moment.

"I told you about catching a cold." She feigned scolding me. "But lucky for you I'm here to warm you up." The grin growing along her lips revealed the tips of her teeth. We shared another kiss before she silently crouched down in the leaves below. I stared down my body bathed in moonlight as her gaze left mine. Her focus drew to what was before her. The warmth of her breath pouring over my naked flesh was arousing by itself; but I bit my lip and kept naughty thoughts at bay to savor the moment.

She started by cupping my drawn up balls, and gently rolling them in her palm. The werewolf's leathery padded palm and fingertips were smooth and warm. The last thing she wanted was to directly stimulate me too soon, or cause an early release. She knew there was very little time to enjoy me when I was flaccid. Arwen considered it foreplay that never lasted long enough.

While she played gently with my balls, the other hand snaked up my leg and found a place on my groin, just above my manhood. I allowed her to preen through the patch of hair on my groin, knowing how much she enjoyed it.

"Will more of your fur grow here?" She curiously asked while her bulky fingers curled in and out.

"I assure you, my hair won't grow any thicker there." I held back a chuckle as her bulky fingers combed religiously through the coarse curly hairs. "Even if you comb it." She opened her mouth and gave a raspy laugh.

"I'd love to comb you while you brush me." She mentioned only to clear her throat as I shuddered from another chill.

"We're talking too much." Arwen sighed about the brevity of the time at hand and became a little more serious. I agreed and nodded. Her leathery padded palms trailed up and rested against my rear, tenderly gripped each cheek. I felt the claws subtly prick my naked skin, playfully warning me to not back away. I would never have such a thought!

Hot breath drew closer as it washed over my naked manhood. I stood still in anticipation despite arousal coursing through me. I couldn't see her lips part, but I felt the incredible warmth of a smooth wet tongue lick over my flaccid member from tip to base. The act created a quiet little noise that only added to the eroticism that we were both experiencing. I was quickly growing by the second slow lick. Pleasure began coursing through my body as each lick warmed my sensitive skin. In a single moment my length had risen up and was pointing directly at her nose.

"Your desires point at me." She murmured and swiped her tongue along the edge of my glans sending a heated spike of pleasure through my body.

"Ngnh!" I strained my legs, unable to mount a retort until I felt sharp canine teeth graze innocently across my sensitive skin. "No biting." I managed to joke through a heated sigh, and gently placed my hands on her ears.

"I wish you would bite me." She muttered and licked her nose before doing something that used to frighten me. The werewolf bared her fangs and nibbled my erection with the softest of love bites. I sucked in air through my nose and rubbed her soft fluffy ears appreciatively as the little "bites" didn't hurt my throbbing skin. I didn't shy away and watched as my length disappeared occasionally as she carefully nibbled my flesh like a bone.

Trust was something we had established first without knowing it, and I trusted any part of my body in her jaws. This type of trust was necessary in order to have a relationship with a werewolf. Arwen continued to nibble my length for a little more, but then came the motion that never failed to make my entire body shudder out of pure pleasure. Her entire muzzle engulfed my throbbing length, a casing it it him the wet heat of her jaws. Next, the entire length of her tongue lapped slowly at the underside of my trapped member. There wasn't a single spot she missed, and there was no pause between the second lick.

"Oh gods..." I moaned with my heart as my cock throbbed. So smooth and wet with warmth, her tongue could make me howl, sing, dance, or climax in mere seconds. I remembered a certain night where she made me cum no less than three times due to the wicked talents of her tongue alone. Arwen gave me no reprieve as her tongue bathed my sensitive underside with tantalizing licks.

I emphatically rubbed her ears and mane, whispering endearments and affections to her in a shaky voice. I wouldn't last much longer if she didn't stop, but luckily she had a more intimate idea planned. The werewolf slowed and then stopped once I became too jittery to control myself. She pulled back, leaving my entire length coated in a thin trail of hot saliva that quickly cooled in the night air. My length jerked with hot arousal as her tongue retreated back inside her maw. Arwen leaned back and licked her nose. My eyes widened seeing that one of her hands was busily pleasuring herself.

"You taste great." She wiped her chin and looked up, seeing how hot and bothered I was from barely withstanding two minutes of her luscious tongue treatment. My body was trembling as she rubbed my legs.

"You're too good at this." I breathed trying to keep my wits about me.

"Mmm. Thank you." There was more than a hint of pride in her voice. Arwen rose to her paws once again with a glow in her eyes. She had an idea.

"Follow me." She beckoned. I had to step out of my pants, but I had little worry leaving them on the leaf littered ground. The white werewolf led me by the hand into the silver lit field grasses. It was comical how my erection stiffly wagged and wobbled with my hurried steps, but I had intention of softening up.

"Right here." She suddenly stopped me. "Under the full moon." I looked up above and realized there was some ritualistic significance for her. I was more than happy to oblige. Arwen leaned forward and shared a brief kiss with me, allowing her breasts to brush up on my chest before gesturing to the ground. I laid down on my back in the grass as she wished. My manhood was pointing up at her, still throbbing with desire. The ground was cold against my rear, but the heat from her body radiated like a giant fire.

She squatted down in a lovely pose of strength and beauty. Her breasts were hanging so nicely above me and her womanhood was partially visible with her fur parted. I also had an intimate view of her torso and legs, particularly the muscles hidden underneath all that fluffy fur. She may have been a beast in many human eyes, but no one could deny the grace she possessed. The glow of the full moon, the strength of the werewolves, was bright over her head. Arwen resembled a divine being with untold strength and power with the celestial body hovering behind her in the night sky. It was a gorgeous view.

"You're so beautiful." I blurted out. Her ears fell back, the canine equivalent of a sudden blush.

"Save your breath." She whispered and readied herself. This wasn't the time for loving chatter. Her entrance was already wet as her lips kissed my tip. Arwen placed a hand on me as she gently impaled herself on my rigid member. I hummed as my entire length was enveloped by her hot walls.

"Gods you're so wet." I remarked at how slick she felt inside.

"I thought about mating with you all day." She huffed with a grin. "And feeling you inside me now..." Arwen softly moaned and rose her hips only to quickly slide down and take me to the hilt again.

"Take it slow." I exhaled and rubbed her legs. She understood and nodded without a word. We both wanted the moment to last as long as possible. A slick sound greeted our ears as her hips rose up and down at a slow pace.

"Ughnn. Like this?" She breathily spoke.

"Perfect." I grunted. Arwen leaned forward, planted both hands beside my head, and started slowly grinding her hips into mine. Our gazes interlocked, reading the pleasure on each other's face. My hands began to caress her once again as we whispered to one another. I groped her breasts swaying and bouncing above me. Several light pinches and tweaks to her already prominently stiff nipples only fed her ravenous appetite for mating. Her whispers ceased, but her hips would not.

She dropped onto her elbows and began grinding against me in earnest. I began bucking into the air, meeting her halfway at every thrust and pound. Everything felt too good to slow down. I slipped away from her breasts and held her head while roughly kissing her. The feeling and taste of her fuzzy lips against mine was delicious. She responded in kind and tightly gripped my shoulders using her claws. Her long tongue plunged into my mouth, licking me with a voracious appetite of her own.

The occasional canine whine would slip past her lips and into my mouth. My moans would do the same to her. Our senses outside of passionate pleasure numbed. All of our motions became a blur as we sought to love each other. The pleasure only grew until it reached new heights where there was no turning back.

When I was so very close, Arwen suddenly shuddered and became erratic. She roughly broke off our kiss and bit down into my shoulder to muffle a howl of pure passion. Pain coursed from the bite, but I only cared about the pleasure below as her wet womanhood quivered. I came as well and released my seed into her, pulse by pulse, with a few final pushes. The world felt still as we both stopped. My arms fell to the ground as I relaxed into the new haze of an afterglow.

"Crap..." I heard her mumble as she peeked at my shoulder.

"It's fine." I was reduced to panting while Arwen licked where she had bitten me. I didn't care if she bit me out of love. If it was from hunger then we would have a problem. When the werewolf finished cleaning my accidental wound, the werewolf laid on top of me. She began washing my chin and face with her tongue in loving strokes. I didn't mind the tongue bath and managed enough strength to caress her back and arms.

All I could hear was the drum-like pounding of my heart within my ears; but I also felt it beating so close to her heart. I shuddered with euphoria when her hands touched underneath me.

"Your back is cold." She mentioned.

"Yeah..." I said and nuzzled my face into her shoulder without care.

"I have a little encampment already set up."

"Let's go." I wanted to lay with her as long as possible, but the ground was too cold for my naked skin. The werewolf rose up first and helped pull me to my feet. After retrieving my pants, we walked halfway across the field and towards the edge of the woods. Her encampment was a modest tarp held up by a single rope tied around two trees. A blanket was spread out just enough to lay across. A small pile of tinder was just out of reach, ready for ignition.

"You lay down. I'll start a fire." She rubbed my arm.

"Mmhm." I obliged and reclined onto the blanket only to feel a tinge of soreness on my shoulder. I soon heard the crackling of flames as Arwen carefully added the kindling and breathed life into the fire

"How hard did you bite me?" I touched the spot once she returned her attention to me. The werewolf lifted my shirt and checked.

"There's one small puncture mark, but it's not bleeding anymore." She reassured me.

"Good. I can make up something if someone notices." I reasoned. "Did I taste good?" I joked.

"Ooh. Part of you did." She cooed in a sultry tone, leaving me to guess the obvious clue. The werewolf laid down behind me, and pressed her front up against my back from head to heel. She hooked one of her legs over mine, giving me as much warmth as possible. Snuggled so tightly together, the werewolf's winter fur coat quickly warmed my body wherever it touched.

We barely shared a word after laying down together. I wanted to talk to her about so much; the rest of her family, how she snuck away this time, what she would do during the next werewolf holiday... but our passions had taken us for an enjoyable ride. Speaking was simply too much effort at the moment.

I felt a claw tipped hand lazily play with my flaccid member and curly hair for some time while we gazed at the fire together. Eventually her hand drew up and held my chest close and snug. It was the coziest I had ever been despite only wearing a shirt outside in the late autumn chill of the night. Being anywhere with her was far better than sleeping in a warm cozy bed all alone. I wanted nothing more than the moment to last an eternity, but I fell asleep in her arms while watching the flames dance before us...

"Marin... Marin." A lovely voice stirred me from a wonderful sleep. I registered the sensation of fur touching most of my body. I blinked and found my cheek in the palm of Arwen's hand. Her lovely eyes were staring at me with a smile, but her facial features were a little fuzzy from the faint morning light.

"Huh? What's going on?" I sleepily blinked and yawned. I was wearing my shirt, but nothing else. I was completely naked below my waist, the way we both liked it. My manhood was nestled below in all of the soft and warm downy white fur, hidden from any prying eyes had there been any. The cool air nipped at my rear and legs that weren't in direct contact with her fur, but I didn't care.

"The sun is just about to break above the horizon." She told me. I grumbled partially out of disbelief and tiredness. "You know what will happen to both of us if we are found out." The werewolf warned, but I knew exactly what she meant without further explanation.

"Don't worry. I'm getting up." Her words stirred me to shrug off any lack of sleep. "One more minute..." I held onto her naked body pressed up to my front. I just wanted to feel her, all of her, in my hands for a few more seconds. It took a gentle nibble to my ear to convince me that more than enough time had passed. We sat up even as our bodies were still tangled together.

"Where are my-." I was cut off as she reached over and tossed my remaining clothes onto me. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." She grinned and licked my ear. We peeled ourselves apart only to stand up outside the tent together. The air was cold, but not frigid. I could see a fair distance across the field and into the forest as the early light penetrated the unseen horizon. I quickly dressed as Arwen removed the tarp from the line. She would end up stowing it away in a tree hollow nearby with the rope. The dormant ashes from last night's fire would be all that remained from our secret meeting.

"You didn't bring any clothes?" I glanced and saw her standing in the nude, watching me.

"I have the blanket we slept on." She pointed.

"Won't my scent be all over it?" I slipped on my coat.

"I'll air it out as I walk back home. Maybe I'll drag it through some pine needles or over a rosemary bush before I rub it all over me." She grinned.

"You're always one step ahead." I admired her smartness. Our eyes lingered for a few moments, lost in the other's gaze. It was time to say goodbye, but neither of us wanted the honors of saying it.

"One last thing..." I knelt down before her and placed my hands on her legs.

"Of course." Arwen smiled at me and widened her stance. I craned my neck forward and buried my nose into the dense fluffy fur just above her groin. I could feel the warmth radiate to my nose, but I wasn't seeking her body heat. I drank in her most intimate spicy earthy aroma, nearly tasting it on my tongue. She smelled so lovely; heated and wild. There was nothing else like it, and no one else in the world knew her aromas quite like I did. I guess it was my little quirk, much like her fascination with my pubic hair. I stood up again wearing a content smile that matched her canine grin. We hugged each other a final time.

"I love you." I said without muffling my voice in her fur.

"I love you too." She rubbed my back. I savored her body heat and gradually extricated myself from her loving embrace. I found myself frowning, but there was little time to pout. We would regain any lost sleep over the following days while resuming our public lives as if we barely knew each other. Only the fond memories and my emotions would tell me it had all been real.

"Till next time?" I grabbed ahold of her warm leathery padded hands that dwarfed my one.

"The next full moon." She nodded. "Right here."

"I can't wait." My smile returned in full force. A warm grin curled up the edges of her white furred lips. I let go of her hands, and turned around. I had little time to return home without any incident. I didn't want to leave, but my legs hastily carried me quickly over the grasses and leaves along the edge of the field. I looked over my shoulder several times, and our gazes met briefly. Once I entered the forest, the trees obstructed my view. The soft crunching of leaves in the cold morning air softly echoed in my ears. The memories replayed in my thoughts, and the subtle aromas were still in my nose, but I would remain heartbroken until the next full moon...

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