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I've been a long time reader of stories on here so I figured I'd try to contribute some. This is my first foray into writing a story with yiff, let alone a story at all. I certainly can't draw worth a damn.

Sorry for the extensive plot buildup before the juicy stuff, I sort of got carried away.

Hope it is a good read... I certainly enjoyed writing it.

Anyway, if you're under 18, or whatever the legal age is for you, you should not read further bah bah...

To Catch a Thief

Written By: Spudz

Dayson sat idly on the bench and watched the various furs move past him in vast numbers. It was certainly a busy marketplace that he currently found himself in with quite a few merchants hawking trinkets and goods to those that browsed their stands. The air was filled with the constant hum of conversation, punctuated by occasional shouting of a few rather loud traders advertising their wares to anyone within earshot. "Certainly, this was quite the place to people watch," he mused to himself as he took another bite of a rather delicious fish-kabob he had bought moments before.

Dayson was a somewhat young grey wolf at the age of 24. He had a slightly muscular build and was a very striking example of his species, although his figure was currently concealed by a loose-fitting, white ankle length garment called a thawb, which was a particularly popular type of clothing for the furs around this region for its ability to keep a person cool during the oppressive heat of the day. His dark grey furred tail, which poked through the back of the garment, caused the fabric to shift while walking, but it was only a minor nuisance. In addition to this, he also was wearing a white keffiyeh that was loosely draped over his head and shoulders to provide a nice bit of cover from the sun. It had taken him a couple days to get used to the odd feeling of the cloth resting on top of his pointy ears. But it certainly helped him bear the heat, because it sure could get toasty during the day.

The marketplace belonged to the city of Selbina, which was a rather large settlement nestled in-between a vast desert and the adjoining ocean. It was a bustling community that acted as a major gateway for tradable goods flowing into and out of the continent. The harbor was filled with massive sails and masts belonging to ships from all over the world that had come to buy and sell goods with the locals.

Dayson had come to Selbina in order to complete a job for the ruling governor, which paid exceptionally well in gold coin and thus had provided the incentive for him to relocate from farther up north. "Oh how I thought I would never miss the cold of the mountains and the snow," he recollected. "But man was I wrong on that account." He took another bite of his kabob and leaned back to rest his head on the wall, while continuing to gaze through his wolfish yellow eyes at the surrounding merchant stalls.

It had been a long day, and just an hour ago, he had completed his work with the governor and been paid a nice sum of gold as a result. Reaching into his thawb, Dayson placed his hand on the fat coin pouch that was firmly attached to his waist belt. It was nice to have finally finished his job, and now he was free to travel wherever he pleased in search of his next assignment. Of course he would have to procure a horse and the appropriate goods in order to make the trek, but that was a task to be worked on later. Right now he simply wanted to relax and try to enjoy a day or two in Selbina before departing. "Maybe I can rent a boat for a day of fishing," the wolf thought.

Snapping out of his daydreaming, Dayson quickly took one last bite of his kabob, stood up and discarded the stick into the nearest trash pile. "I'd better head back to the inn and deposit my earnings first into my lockbox," he quietly said to himself while he began to move through the throng of furs. It was certainly crowded and he found he had to gently push through the mass to make any headway. "It amazes me how many furs can be...,"

The wolf's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a quick forceful push from behind. The act caught him off guard causing him to trip over his own paws, resulting in the ground coming painfully up to greet his field of vision. The world seemed to stop and then spin in a dizzying dance as he lay prone on the ground.

After several moments, Dayson rolled over onto his back and sat upright, while the throng of furs continued to walk around him without paying the wolf any mind. "What on earth just happened," he said to no one in particular around him while still trying to make the market stop spinning with little effect. Carefully he worked his muscles and limbs to make sure nothing was broken or sprained and after being satisfied that he was still in one piece, wobbly got to his paws.

His keffiyeh had come off of his head during the spill and was now serving as a nice footpad for the furs walking on it a couple feet from where he stood. Pushing his way forward, the wolf deftly collected his clothing and rearranged the cloth back on his head, although with the addition of several large paw prints on the side. "Well that was certainly unpleasant," he mused as he began to move through the crowd again. Suddenly, the wolf stopped dead in his tracks, causing a lioness with a basket on her head to plow into the back of him with a muffled curse.

Quickly reaching into his robe, Dayson felt around his waist only to discover that the money pouch he had just been paid was gone. "Well, well, well, it would seem that I have been robbed," he thought. A decidedly wicked grin slowly spread across his muzzle. "Mr. Thief doesn't know that he has picked one of the worst targets to steal from." With that thought, he quickly made his way to the exit of the marketplace.

Several hours later, and about a mile outside of the city's walls, a campfire burned in a cluster of palm trees near the ocean shore. A lone wolf sat beside the flames watching the fish she had just bought back in town roast above the pit. For her it had also been a long day.

She was a particularly unique wolf at 20 years of age with ghost white fur, which was an exceptionally rare quality in the continent. She only wore a pair of dirty shorts and a shirt that contained numerous holes and patches from several years of use, for that was all she could call her own. The wolf was a thief who was exceptionally skilled at the trade of pickpocketing and routinely made off with various personal belongings of travelers and merchants within the city although it was normally only enough for her to squeak by on her own.

Today, however, had been different. Sitting in the sand next to her was a fat pouch of gold coins she had lifted earlier in the day. It was by far her biggest take in her recollection. The amount of gold was enough to buy a moderately sized house! She was practically giddy with delight at the sudden turn of fortune and had essentially skipped all the way back to her camp from town. With the joy came a certain fear though. Someone with that much gold in his possession would certainly have safeguards in place to protect his wealth because Selbina was by no means a safe city to walk around in with that kind of coin. The few old bruises on her body were evidence enough of the strong competition she always had to watch out for while practicing her trade.

"Maybe, just maybe my luck is turning around," she mused, while staring intently into the dancing flames as they leaped about.

Suddenly, the air around her body began to shimmer slightly, so slightly that she didn't notice. The feeling of eyes gazing upon her put all of the wolf's senses on high alert. Something just wasn't right. Abruptly, the space around her began to feel as though it was pressing down on her body. Panic filled her mind and the wolf tried to spring to her paws and flee. But...nothing happened.

She sat there completely frozen, willing her arms and legs to move, but was unable to even shift her position. Panicking, she tried to scream, but she couldn't even open her muzzle to do that, instead all the wolf could do was whine and stare at the fire as it continued to dance in front of her.

"It would appear that I have found my thief, although it seems he is in fact a she," came a masculine voice from a couple feet behind her. The she wolf wanted to turn and see who was here, but the invisible forces held her head still. The fear the thief felt was overwhelming to the point that she was on the verge of blacking out.

Slowly, footfalls came from behind her until the grey wolf she had robbed earlier slowly walked into her field of view and stood on the other side of the fire from her. This time he had swapped his robe for a traditional shirt and shorts, to reveal more of his physical features. He had his right arm extended slightly toward her and was gazing intently at her with his fierce yellow eyes that seemed to glow.

"My god, I robbed a mage!" her mind screamed as she fought frantically against the binding spell he had ensnared her with. It was common knowledge that a thief caught in the act of stealing by the victim was subject to retribution from the target by any method considered fair; such was the law of this region. The thought of a mage enacting the retribution was horrifying.

Dayson stood next to the fire regarding his captive. She was certainly not the thief he had come to expect. She definitely looked ragged with the torn clothing and the matted, unkempt fur. Her deep blue eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head as she unblinkingly stared back at him unable to move her head. She smelled positively of fear, which unnerved him.

Taking the hand not currently engaged in holding the spell, Dayson reached into his waist belt and produced two pieces of rope. Next he changed his focus somewhat so that instead of concentrating entirely on the thief, he divided his focus to the rope and the result was that the two pieces appeared to levitate out of his hand and float in the air in front of his body. Raising his other hand, the grey wolf levitated the rope over to the thief and began to manipulate one piece to bind her hands while the other moved to bind her paws. Once the rope was securely tight and the thief effectively bound, Dayson released the spell.

The force pressing down on her body suddenly vanished causing the she wolf to drop her head and go completely slack at the sudden sensation as the ropes continued to bind her hands and paws. She returned her gaze back to the mage as he slowly walked around the fire to stand in front of her.

"Please don't kill me," she cried, as tears began to well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry..., I'm sorry I stole from you. Please, please don't hurt me."

"Don't worry I would never hurt you." He replied evenly, the fact that she thought he would execute her made him sick to his stomach. "Please, calm down. It makes me upset to see you in such distress."

She grew silent at his words, only staring at him with a fearful gaze, tears streaking down her cheeks and matting her fur.

The sight of her anguish jerked at Dayson's heart. "She is so young, and alone. God only knows what she has been through so far in her life," he thought catching sight an old bruise on her cheek.

"Why did you rob me earlier today?" He asked fixing her with an expressionless stare. Her face turned to shock, as the question caught the thief completely off guard. "Why is he asking me this? Why doesn't he just enact his retribution or haul me back to the city?" She tried to understand these questions while a heavy silence hung in the air.

After several moments she replied on the verge of tears again. "I've only been able to barely stay alive these past few years. I try to make it alone out here on my own but I can't. I have to steal just to survive, even though I risk injury or death by doing so. It's the only way! I was disowned by my family. They cast me out to fend for myself because I was a shame to the family heritage!" The words came rushing out like a torrent as the pain of voicing the suffering she had been through over the years finally broke the emotional wall she had built up around herself causing her to break down into tears. "I don't want to steal, but I can't find any other way to live. I can't get a job; I can't even live in a house with a roof!" She fell over onto her side and curled up into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably as she came to terms with her failure.

A hand gently reached down and lifted the thief back upright as Dayson sat down beside her and cradled the wolf in his arms as she wept into his shoulder. The raw emotion she displayed was overwhelming to him as he slowly untied her hands and paws.

She cried for several minutes until she no longer had any tears to shed as they sat there next to the fire that continued to dance in the night. Slowly lifting herself off of his shoulder, the she wolf finally realized that she was no longer bound. She turned to look at him in disbelief as he sat next to her. "Why did you release me?" she blurted out.

"Because I have no intention of punishing you for anything," was his simple reply as he allowed himself a smile. "By the way what is your name?"

Still reeling from his response she flexed her now free hands. "My name is Unsong," she replied meekly.

"That is a lovely name. My name is Dayson."

Unsong blushed under her fur. "It isn't really. I never liked it. And I always got made fun of for it in my old town."

"Well I like it. In any case, it would seem that I have ruined your dinner." Dayson said, as he gestured at the now blackened fish that was still perched above the fire. "Please, come with me. I want to treat you to a proper dinner." He stood up and placed the money pouch in his waist belt.

"Come...with you? Me?" Unsong said unable to form a sentence from the strange request.

"Yes, silly, please it would make me feel better."

"Why... Why would you want to help out a dirty useless thief like me who just stole from you!" she cried.

"Because I feel like I owe you for the anguish and torment I caused you. Please let me make up for it by treating you to some decent food."

She mulled over his words and seemed to calm down. "Um... ok," she replied timidly while looking down at the sand, ears flat; still trying to come to terms with being released.

Dayson offered her a hand, which she took hesitantly, and pulled her to her feet. After dousing the fire with sand, he led her back to his horse which was waiting several yards away in the palm trees. Cupping his hands together he offered her a helping boost onto the horse where she hesitated before he finally convinced her to trust him, and then quickly mounted the saddle in front. Soon the two were on their way back to the city.

Unsong began to relax somewhat. She still had no idea why this random mage would release her and then offer her dinner? The whole string of events just seemed like something out of a dream. Still, being in the saddle behind Dayson was comforting to her. Slowly she reached both hands around him and gently hugged him to hold on as the horse slowly walked along. It just felt right and put her mind more at ease.

The sudden feeling of two hands encircling his abdomen caught Dayson by surprise but he soon came to enjoy the feeling of her closeness and reveled in her warmth. "I'm glad I decided to change my plans," he reflected. "I could never bring myself to punish her for simply trying to make a living by the only means possible."

After a few minutes, Unsong asked tentatively, "how did you find me out here? I just wanted to know."

"Huh?" Dayson replied, "Oh hang on." He quickly reached into the coin pouch attached to his waist and dug in the leather for a few moments before producing a small round stone that seemed to glow slightly in the night. "This is a stone that I enfeebled with a tracking spell. In the event I got separated from the pouch I could use the magical signature of this stone inside to track it down. That's how I found you."

"Wow, Really? I had no idea such a technique existed. I was familiar somewhat with what spell weavers can do, but honestly I don't know much about the tradecraft," she said, gaining some confidence in her voice. This mage was certainly impressive. She sure had a knack for picking the worst possible targets. His fur was so soft as his arms brushed up against hers while the horse moved along and he certainly had some muscle tone; such an attractive wolf. She sure had a knack alright.

"There is quite a lot of different spell weavings a mage can do," he continued. "It is too bad that there are hardly any weavers around this region. That is why I am here, because the governor wanted to hire personal mage body guards. I came down from the north in order to take up the position. Now that new spell weavers have arrived in the city to take over my job I'm free to move elsewhere."

"I had no idea," Unsong replied softly.

Afterward the pair rode on in silence back to the city walls. Unsong grew nervous when they entered the gate and passed the two fox guards on post, but they simply gave a curt nod of greeting and allowed the two to continue on into the city much to her relief. After some winding up and down streets, they finally arrived at their destination.

The name of the inn was the Paw's Palm, and it was one of the higher end venues in the city. Unsong simply gawked at the building as they dismounted and Dayson handed the horse off to the stablepup. The inside of the structure was just as impressive as the two entered, opening up into a rather large room with tables scattered about and various furs conversing with one another in a soft hum of noise that filled the space.

The innkeeper, a middle-aged tabby cat named Ayesha, greeted them upon entering holding a tray of beers. "Greetings Dayson, I see you got yourself a nice lady friend there," she said with a kindly smile, seemingly unconcerned about her ragged state.

"Aye, she is a good friend that I just met," Dayson replied cheerfully as Unsong shrank down behind him and blushed beneath her fur with her ears flat on her head. "I'll be back down in a minute. Just going to head upstairs a moment to drop off some belongings."

"Ok then," Was the tabby's reply as she moved to serve some guests at a nearby table, while Dayson took Unsong's hand and led her up a flight of stairs to his room on the second floor.

The door opened up to a moderately large bedroom with a comfortable looking, sizeable bed dominating the middle of the space. The candles had already been lit by the innkeeper in preparation of Dayson's arrival.

"This is my home for the time being," Dayson said. "I'm going to head back down and order us some food, but in the meantime perhaps you would like to take a bath?"

Unsong blushed furiously beneath her fur. "I suppose I would like a bath. It has been a while since I've had a decent one," she said hesitantly.

"Alright then, let me show you how it works." He led her over to the door on the other side of the room and opened it to reveal a complete separate bathroom. There was a rather large bathing tub and an indoor outhouse. Dayson walked over to the tub. "This knob here controls the hot water. The pipe is fed by a large tank in the roof of the inn that is heated by a fire at night. The other knob controls the cold water. You can add however much of both into the tub to get the right temperature. The soap is right over here on the shelf. Also they have a variety of herbal substances you can use to really make your fur shine. You should try some of it. You just wash it on and off like soap after your done cleaning up."

Unsong was uncomfortable with taking a bath in an unfamiliar room, but the idea of actually getting clean was too tempting to pass up. After Dayson found a pair of cloths she could change into, he quickly left her alone to clean up while he went downstairs to order up some food.

Toying with the water temperature till she got it just right, Unsong then stripped off her ragged clothing and promptly got into the tub. The hot water melted away her anxiety sending her into a state of pure bliss. It had been far too long since she had a warm bath. It amazed her just how trusting Dayson was by leaving her alone in his room with his valuables after she had stolen from him earlier that day. "Someone actually cares for me," she thought to herself as she scrubbed away dirt and grime from her fur. The idea was uplifting and filled her with elation.

After she had rubbed away all of the dirt from her body, Unsong tried out a few herbal ingredients on her fur which gave off a heavenly fragrance and seemed to brighten her coat. Rinsing one more time, she drained the tub, which had gotten quite murky with all of the dirt that had come off of her, and began to dry off. She felt like a whole new fur. The new cloths Dayson provided where a tad too big, but otherwise fit fine and did they ever feel comfortable. It felt like she was wearing silk compared to her old rags.

When she was all dressed, Unsong opened the bathroom door to find Dayson standing over the room's table with a heaping tray of food. "I figured you'd be hungry so I ordered quite a bit," he said upon hearing her entrance, still arranging the food. That is when he turned and caught sight of her.

She was positively stunning. The dirt and grime that had previously soiled her fur was now gone revealing a magnificent creamy white coat that accented her blue eyes. Her cloths were no longer all ragged and torn, exposing her distinct feminine figure with modest breasts and well-toned body. Her soft fluffy tail was the same creamy white as her body fur, swaying slowly behind her form. Merely the sight of her was enough to make him slightly hard within his sheath. With a quick shake of the head he tried to clear his thoughts.

The food looked amazingly good, and Unsong's mouth began to salivate almost immediately. "I've never...seen so much... food," she stammered.

"And it is all for the two of us," Dayson replied smiling. "Help yourself."

She slowly walked over to the table and without hesitation embraced him in a hug. "Thank you so much for your hospitality."

Dayson's thoughts began to cloud as Unsong's breasts pressed into his body. "I...Um it is no problem really." he stuttered. Her fur was so soft, and he had to resist the temptation to run his fingers through it. Those herbal ingredients certainly brought out the full splendor of her coat.

She had tears in her eyes as she let go of Dayson. "You don't know how much this all means to me. I have never had anyone care for me. I've always been shunned and disowned by those I loved," she said. In my own town a fur born with a white coat was considered an ill omen to the family and a sign of evil. My family tried to hide my fur by using dyes but the clerics found out and they abandoned me instead of being shunned by the town. It was a small miracle that I managed to stay alive for this long." Dayson's smile briefly faded as she spoke.

"Well it certainly makes me happy to see you in such a good mood," he said in return. "You know that you are quite stunning. I love your creamy white fur and your blue eyes certainly perfect your beauty." She mirrored his blush.

"Well, ah thank you. I have never been complimented like that." She embraced him again and quickly gave him a lick on the side of the muzzle. "Now let's eat," she said blushing furiously again.

Disengaging herself from him, Unsong picked up a plate and began putting food on it, trying not to make eye contact with him.

Dayson was taken aback by the sudden sign of affection from her. She was certainly an attractive she wolf, but he must not take advantage of her. Taking the cue from her, he also grabbed a plate and began picking food from the tray while trying to hide his unease.

She settled on a sizeable piece of chicken breast meat for starters. Taking her first bite was enough to send her into a giddy giggle. It tasted so good. Dayson couldn't help but laugh at her goofy smile as she unmercifully devoured her food.

After every last bit of food was consumed from the tray, he excused himself to the bathroom to take care of some much needed business leaving Unsong alone with her thoughts. "I can't remember a time where I have been so happy," she recollected. "He has been so kind to me and I haven't been able to offer him anything in return." She never imagined that she would find herself here in this upscale inn with a full stomach tonight and a very kind wolf looking out for her wellbeing.

As she sat at the table Dayson reemerged from the bathroom. He had changed out of his clothing into a simple pair of shorts with no shirt. "My word was he stunning to look at," she mused. His dark grey fur became a slightly lighter tone across his chest and down his abdomen toward his crotch. Unsong couldn't help but let her imagination wander down to what was concealed behind those shorts, causing her to get a little wet.

A polite knock came at the door and Dayson quickly went to answer revealing Ayesha with a bedroll tucked under her arm. "Here is the bedroll you wanted, have a good night," the tabby said before turning and walking down the hall to her own room. He laid the padding out on the floor just beside the bed. The wolf then took one of the four pillows from the bed and laid it at the foot of the bedroll.

Unsong cocked her head to the side in puzzlement while he went about this task. Just what was he planning to do now?

With the bedroll in place he got up and walked over to the door leading out to the hallway and stood right in front of its surface. She watched as he closed his eyes and slowly placed a hand on the wood, while mumbling some words that she could not make out. Almost instantly a bright circular light appeared under his touch and began to spread out in an intricate pattern that wove itself across the wood. The light pattern continued to grow, and once it reached the doorframe, began to spread along the walls in all directions. Unsong was stunned into silence as she watched him weave the spell until every wall and window was covered in the unique light pattern. Then he removed his hand from the door and the illumination faded until the room was as it was before.

"Well I can't very well just let a lovely little thing like you sleep outside tonight now can I?" Dayson said, with a warm smile, catching her quizzical look. "It is a barrier spell that I use to guard my room at night. If anyone attempts to open a window or the door I'll know right away." He motioned with his hand toward the bed. "I'll take the bedroll tonight, the bed is all yours."

Unsong was speechless. She simply just sat there with her mouth hanging open unable to say anything while staring at him.

Dayson couldn't help but laugh at how funny she looked. "Trust me, this bed is by far the most comfortable thing you will ever sleep on," he said.

"I...uh...I don't know what to say," Unsong finally stammered after several failed attempts to speak.

"You don't have to say anything silly. Nothing would make me feel better than to know you have a roof to sleep under.

Unsong continued to stare at him for several long moments longer. There was an awkward silence as the two gazed intently at each other from across the room. Finally, she broke the stalemate by getting up from her chair and crossing the room toward him. Without any hesitation she embraced him and rested her muzzle on his shoulder. "Thank you," was all she said as she continued to hold onto him.

Dayson couldn't move. He simple stood still and relished the feeling of holding her. It was breathtaking. Unsong slowly pulled back so that she could look into his eyes with her muzzle just a few inches from his own. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with desire.

All of the willpower left Dayson as he slowly cocked his head to the side and slightly opened his mouth. Unsong mimicked his action and in one smooth motion they kissed. Their tongues wrestled and explored every corner of each other's mouths as both furs were in absolute heaven enjoying the touch and taste of their partner. It had been far too long since either had enjoyed a passionate kiss, and it just felt right to both of them.

Reluctantly, after several wonderful seconds, Dayson broke the kiss and stepped back. "I'm sorry, I lost control of myself for a moment," he said meekly. Before he could continue, she placed a finger on the tip of his muzzle to silence him.

"You've given me so much tonight, and yet I haven't been able to give back anything in return." She slowly placed a hand on his chest and combed her fingers through his fur, marveling at how soft it was. Dayson couldn't move, he simply stood there and watched her move her digits through his coat and enjoyed the sensation, unable to speak. Suddenly the scent of her arousal hit his nose and caused his cock to instantly harden. "I want to repay you for your kindness," she said mischievously. Unsong grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bed. Dayson for his part could only be guided, his judgment long since clouded. She maneuvered him into sitting on top of the bed sheets with a gentle push and then moved around to stand in front of him with a playful grin, her tail wagging behind her.

Without any other delay she quickly discarded her clothing much to his startled amazement. Now the she wolf stood in front of him leaving nothing to the imagination allowing him to drink in her naked body.

Her creamy white fur continued down to her supple breasts with two small pink nipples poking out slightly, down her stomach to her navel and eventually down further to her crotch where two blushed, furry lips were slightly puckered with arousal and need. The surrounding fur matted with her nectar gave off a heavenly scent that drove his senses mad with the need for release.

The sight of her naked body was too much for Dayson. It took all of his willpower to not jump up and mount her right then and there. "What do you think?" Unsong asked timidly, being afraid that the male might not approve of what he saw.

"Perfect," he replied with an awkward smile. "You are beyond stunning in my eyes." Unsong's tail wagged again at that as she slowly swayed her hips and moved to sit on the bed next to him. Looking down she eyed the tent that had appeared in his shorts and marveled at how large it was. Slowly she reached out and traced a finger along the protrusion eliciting a whine from him. "Why don't you get rid of those," she asked, gesturing at the annoying clothing. Without any further encouragement, Dayson slowly reached down and pulled the offending cloth down his legs and eventually onto the floor with a sigh of relief as his malehood could now stand upright in full view.

Unsong took in the sight of his naked form for the first time. The slightly lighter shade of grey fur did indeed continued down to his crotch where the real prize was. His bright red canine cock was already fully erect out of the sheath with the knot not yet inflated fully but still visible at the base, and stood at a sizeable, but not huge length. Two perfectly smooth furry orbs sat nestled underneath. Unsong gasped silently at the sight, eyeing the knot in particular. "Such a wonderful malehood," she thought, slowly reaching out to tenderly touch the tip of his member, causing him to moan quietly at the ministration.

She slid off of the bed, while he silently watched awestruck, and maneuvered herself in-between his legs to come face-to-face with his cock, which softly pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. She gave it a nice long sniff with her nose, flooding her senses with his overpowering arousal. While Dayson looked on in disbelief, Unsong slowly opened her muzzle and gave his malehood a quick lick up the entire length, causing him to whine at the tickly sensation. Encouraged by his reaction, she again moved her long canine tongue along the underside of his pulsing meat agonizingly slow causing the male to whine even louder.

"I love how you taste," she said throatily, as she looked up to see him panting slightly with his eyes glazed over in bliss and his tail wagging furiously behind him.

"Th...tha...thanks," he replied while trying to regain his composure. But she was a wolf on a mission, and before he could collect his thoughts, Unsong quickly resumed her ministrations. Slowly, she ran her tongue along the length of his penis doubling back to the tip in a circle before moving down again to the base. She moved to the underside of his forming knot and gave a good long stroke of her tongue around the sensitive base causing Dayson to buck his hips involuntarily.

"Oh God I'm sorry," he quickly stammered, panting heavily.

She simply smiled at seeing him in such a lust-filled state-of-mind and decided to try something else. Slowly she moved forward slightly to get a better angle and opened her muzzle. With a deft motion she quickly enclosed the tip of his malehood in her muzzle and began to slide more of his length in. The sensation was nothing Dayson had ever felt before, causing him to fall backward onto the bed with his legs still hanging over the side. This gave her more room to work as the she wolf swiftly positioned herself above his cock and began to vigorously pump her muzzle up and down along the length, stroking her long tongue along the underside; exploring every inch of his meat while being mindful of her teeth. All the while she looked up at him with those stunning blue eyes full of mischief while she worked, driving him crazy. The room filled with the sound of sucking and slurping accompanied by his louder moaning.

He could no longer think rationally as he watched her, panting heavily with his tongue lolled out to the side. The male was overwhelmed with ecstasy as his malehood was subjected to a powerful barrage of pleasure he had never felt before. His knot began to inflate fully, and Unsong moved her muzzle around the bulge and began assaulting the base of his cock mercilessly with her tongue knowing that was his weak point.

"I'm...Gett.ing...close...Un...song," he barely managed to utter as he felt his balls squeeze tight.

"Good," she said lustfully, after briefly pulling out. "I want to taste you." Without giving him a moment's reprieve she swiftly plunged his malehood back into her muzzle, eager to taste her reward.

It was proving too much for him as he fought off the urge to cum for as long as possible. Finally with a final stroke of her tongue, he clenched his teeth and erupted into her mouth, spewing thick ropes of seed in a torrent, which she fervently swallowed. Waves of pleasure washed over him as his orgasm continued with Unsong still sucking deeply on his cock until finally he laid there enjoying the afterglow.

Slurping sounds continued to emanate from the side of the bed as he sat up to see her cleaning every last drop of cum off of his knotted erection. When she was done she looked up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes that you could just lose yourself in and smiled warmly at seeing him so disheveled.

"Tasty!" She exclaimed, licking her chops. "How was that?" She added with a grin.

"Indescribable," was all he could manage to say in reply. Reaching down, he pulled her by the hand onto the bed on top of him and kissed her deeply. "Now I want to return the favor."

Before she could figure out what he meant by that, Dayson rolled her over onto her back and moved so that he was on top of her while straddling her left leg. His seemingly scalding hot malehood rubbed along her fur on the outside of her thigh which brought a shiver down her body.

Now that he was on top of her Dayson quickly let his hands roam around the supple curves of her form. Her fur was amazingly soft to the touch as he started tracing his fingers around her ears and nose making her giggle at the tickly sensation. Soon his left hand worked its way down her neck to her shoulder before finally sliding onto her right breast. He could almost cup the furry orb fully in his hand. Weaving his fingers through her fur, he slowly traced a circular pattern around the nipple before finally grazing the pink flesh lightly with his finger nail causing her to moan. He then softly cupped her breast, feeling the nipple press firmly into the base of his hand.

Not wanting to slow down any, Dayson moved his head and gave her breast fur a nice long tender lick, making sure to scrape his tongue along the nipple causing her to shiver with pleasure. He then took the nipple into his muzzle and gently sucked on the tender pink flesh, while his right hand began to explore her left breast, teasing the flesh into beautiful hardness. Soon he shifted his muzzle to the right making sure to give it the same amount of attention. By now Unsong was panting heavily and watching him with clouded eyes. She was growing wetter by the minute and was aching for him to give her most treasured area the same courtesy as her tortured breasts.

Sensing her desire, Dayson gave each furry orb one last good lick before slowly sliding his way down her prefect body. Taking time to lick and tickle her navel, causing her to giggle, he soon moved further south finally coming to the real prize.

Her creamy white fur gave way to supple pink lips that were slightly parted and swollen with arousal and desire with a small nub aching for attention above. The surrounding fur was completely coated in her juices indicating just how turned on she was.

"You really are beautiful Unsong," he said as he continued to gaze at her flower. She looked back at him and smiled lovingly through her lust filled eyes. With that Dayson leaned down and gave her outer lips a quick lick with his tongue, eliciting a deep moan from her. Inspired, the male began to steadily assault her outer lips with his appendage, taking long drags across her flesh; enjoying how she tasted. A steady slurping sound built up as he shifted his focus occasionally to her tender nub, giving it a good lick and causing her to arch her back each time and whine.

Her lips gradually grew slicker with her juices until he changed his attack and began assaulting her pussy with quick jabs of his tongue, penetrating her a little more each time. Unsong's moaning and whining grew louder as he felt her begin to tense up. He stuck his tongue as far into her as possible and scraped the appendage along her inner walls. Unsong's back arched high as he began to zero in on one particular spot that caused her to squirm under his ministration. "Oh please don't stop," she breathed.

Her vision began to blur as she was quickly reaching her peak. The attack on her pussy never let up and she could do nothing but stare at his bobbing head and go along for the ride. Dayson suddenly plunged part of his muzzle inside of her folds, and shot his tongue as far back as it would go. This was the last straw causing Unsong to howl as she was pushed over the edge, tensing up and arching her back as high as it could go while holding Dayson's head in place with her legs, as she rode out the fiery waves of ecstasy that washed over her. Feeling her walls contract, he quickly drank in the flow of her juices that resulted until finally she collapsed back onto the bed panting heavily; basking in the afterglow.

Withdrawing his muzzle, he crawled up next to her and gave her a deep passionate kiss that lasted for several moments.

"That was wonderful," Unsong panted, eyeing his still erect member. "Now I want you to take that malehood of yours and stick it in me and ravage me mindless," she added with a growl of lust. With those words she stood up on all fours and walked around on the bed until her butt was pointed at him. She then let instinct take over and flagged her bushy tail high revealing her wet pussy lips that were still burning to be filled, and looked back at him with desire in her blue eyes, panting softy. Dayson couldn't have stopped himself if he had tried.

In one fluid motion he positioned himself behind her and pointed his rock hard cock so that his tip just touched her outer lips. Unsong uttered a feral growl of need as she watched him, waiting for him to bury his malehood in her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned forward so that they mimicked the canine mating style as he THRUST into her with one smooth motion causing the both of them to moan in unison. Her pussy squeezed his member tightly as he slowly began to pull out till only his tip remained inside of her. Then he pushed back in slightly faster till he hilted himself inside her. Slowly he built up a rhythm, as Unsong began to moan beneath him. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vise as he continued to thrust; his balls slapping into her clit on each stroke causing her to moan louder.

Leaning down, Dayson fondled her perfect breasts, pinching the nipples, causing her to yelp in surprise briefly. The slurping and sucking noises as he kept pounding away intensified along with her moaning and yelping. Unsong finally gave into her needs and howled as her orgasm enveloped her, causing her walls to grip his penis even tighter. Her head collapsed onto the bed sheets, as he continued thrusting rapidly into her ravaged sex.

Unsong's vision began to cloud as she felt another orgasm building up. She could feel his knot beginning to inflate as it plunged in and out of her tunnel until it became too big and slammed repeatedly into her outer lips. Sensing this, Dayson released her breasts with his hands and wrapped them tightly around her waist, pulling out almost all the way before ramming his cock back in making her yelp, momentarily lifting Unsong's legs off the bed as his knot slammed against her pussy before slipping inside with a pop and inflating; locking the two together. The sensation of the knot entering her sent Unsong into her second orgasm as she whined into the bed sheets on the verge of blacking out from the overload of pleasure.

As her walls continued to grip his malehood tightly, Dayson felt his own release coming and began to thrust in a wild feral fashion as much as his knot would allow. He threw his head back, gritting his teeth, and gave one final fierce plunge that caused his balls to tighten and his seed to explode within her in thick creamy ropes that coated her inner walls as he tried to howl, but only managed to produce a small whimper. He rode the waves of white hot pleasure, giving small thrusts to prolong the climax, as Unsong moaned and shuddered into the bed sheets at the wonderful feeling of being filled up by his seed.

After a few moments his climax subsided and Dayson came back to the here and now. Gently he rolled the two of them over onto their sides in a spooning position since his knot would remain inflated in her for some time. Both panted laboriously as they savored the afterglow in the silence that followed.

Dayson finally broke the quiet. "Please stay with me. I couldn't stand to see you leave." He reached a hand around and slowly stroked his fingers through the fur on her head.

"Nothing would make me happier," was her simple reply as she shifted her position and relished the feeling of his malehood firmly stuck within her, and the warmth of his body wrapped up tightly against her.

Soon her breathing slowed and he could tell she was fast asleep.

"I'm sorry that your life has been filled with loneliness and misery," Dayson spoke softly to himself, still slowly stroking her head fur. "However, I'm glad that we met, so that I can make sure you are never alone again." Soon he too drifted off to sleep with a smile.

To be continued...