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Here is Part 2 of the third story for this series. I suppose I could just call it the fourth story, but I couldn't think of a good title that fit with the others. Ah well...

I enjoyed writing this (although the editing was a nightmare) and I hope you enjoy reading.

If you aren't 18 years of age, or whatever the legal age is for you, please don't read any further.

To Love a Thief, Part 2

Written By: Spudz

Hours passed as the afternoon heat continued to bake the landscape mercilessly while the grove of palm trees swayed slightly in the refreshing sea breeze, providing a nice respite from the cruel sun. Below the protective shade rested the two sleeping wolves, cuddled together on top of a simple cloth blanket as they napped during the hottest part of the day.

Neither fur could have been happier as they enjoyed the warmth and intimacy of their newfound mate. Both wolves wore their mateship rings, a special gift from Dayson that signified the newly forged bond between them. It had been a wonderful moment that neither of them would ever forget.

The day could not have been more perfect.

Unsong awoke suddenly and took in her surroundings. She lay on her side, feeling Dayson cuddled up behind her with his arm draped over the small of her back, still dozing peacefully. Something didn't feel right to the white-furred wolf as she regained her senses, shaking the sleep from her mind.

She felt the wind change direction briefly and took a deep sniff of the air causing her to snap to full awareness. They weren't alone as Unsong caught the distinct smell of other furs nearby. Gently she reached around and nudged her mate as he mumbled something incoherent.

"Wolfy... wake up, we got company," she said while prodding the grey wolf a tad more forcefully. After several moments he began to stir while she sat up to scan the horizon. It wasn't odd that others would be travelling through the desert, but something just felt wrong this time to her, putting Unsong on edge.

Dayson noticed her unease as he sat up alongside her form. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern. Before she could answer, he took a whiff of the air and realized why she was anxious. "It might just be a group of merchants on their way to the city," he reasoned.

"I know, but something just feels wrong about this scent," she replied while still scanning the horizon for signs of life.

After a couple of moments, both wolves noticed a group of furs on horseback crest a nearby dune as they headed toward the palm trees. Unsong got to her paws and stood rigidly still with her ears flat against her head, staring intently at the approaching group. The wolf's unease was getting to Dayson as he stood up and waited alongside her.

Neither of them said a word as the horses drew near while Dayson eyed the furs carefully. The one in the lead was a tan-furred coyote and appeared to be the leader of the group while behind him rode four furs that seemed at a glance to be his subordinates. The one immediately behind the leader was a lioness and must've been the second in command, followed by a hyena, a desert fox and a leopard. All of them were dressed in old ragged clothing and were armed with nasty looking scimitar type swords that hung from their belts. Unsong's unease seemed to be justified.

Dayson turned his attention to his mate. She stood unmoving while gazing fixedly at the group while her nervousness seemed to intensify as they grew near. Something was very wrong here.

The group halted at the edge of the palm tree grove and regarded the two wolves with a dangerous eye. The leader appeared to be in his late twenties age-wise, and sported a nasty scar that ran from his right pointy ear down to the cheek fur. After a few moments the coyote's expression flashed with recognition as he swiftly dismounted and stood beside his horse. The sword hung loosely at his side as he grinned crookedly at them.

"Well this is certainly a surprise," the leader said, placing a hand on his hip. "Here we came to rob a group of travelling merchants, and instead I find little Unsong."

Dayson quickly stole a glance at his mate. The coyote's words seemed to sting as she remained completely rigid, ears flat against her head and tail utterly stiff. He had never seen her this way, and it alarmed him greatly.

The grey wolf eyed the thief again. "And you are?" he demanded.

The ringleader seemed to notice the other fur for the first time as he spoke. "Oh, where are my manners," he chuckled. "I am Kaylo." Unsong visibly flinched at the mention of the coyote's name.

"I guess that would be Kaylo, the thief that I've heard so much about from my friends in the city watch," Dayson replied evenly. "He is said to be a tan-furred coyote that has a distinct scar across the right side of his face, and is wanted on charges of theft and kidnapping."

"Ah... I had no idea my reputation preceded me."

The leader placed one hand on the hilt of his scimitar casually while he rubbed the underside of his muzzle with the other, seemingly in deep thought. "Interesting though, how I would come across little Unsong all the way out here."

Dayson's mate didn't make any attempt to speak. She remained motionless, allowing the grey wolf to continue.

"How is it you know Unsong?" Dayson asked vehemently.

"My, aren't you demanding," the thief replied, shaking his head with a malicious smile. "She was a dear friend to me a few years back. When I found her on the streets, I offered little Unsong a roof to live under as payment for some favors I wanted. Of course, I couldn't let her leave afterward."

He eyed her keenly as the white wolf recoiled under his gaze. "She was one of my favorites," the coyote added. "I did enjoy keeping her company. Nobody had a muzzle like hers that could work my cock so wonderfully; although, she usually had to be persuaded a little first." He grinned wickedly at the two wolves. "It was a pity she ran away back then. Not one of my pets has been able to come close to how good she was with her mouth."

The words slapped Dayson in the face as the thief spoke. Without thinking he lunged out with his mind to grasp the nearby node mana, but the energy was already there, waiting to be used to beat this bastard ruthlessly. Oh how it would be easy just to reach out and rip him apart, but the grey wolf stopped himself. Something inside his mind told him this was Unsong's fight, and he had to let her deal with the situation alone. Reluctantly, he stood his ground and held the nodal power within him, ready to strike if the situation became dire.

Kaylo didn't know how close to serious injury he had just come as the thief drew his sword and turned his gaze toward Dayson. "So, I would assume she has resorted to selling her body for coin," the coyote continued. "Just how much did you pay to ravage her? I can't think of any other way this pathetic piece of fur could acquire such nice clothing."

The words hurt Dayson cruelly as the ever-present energy of the node beckoned to be unleashed, swirling and coursing through his consciousness violently as it fed off his emotions. It took every ounce of the grey wolf's control to hold back as his muzzle curled up in a vicious snarl.

"Well, even if you aren't merchants, I'm sure you have some sort of valuables." The coyote said casually, moved closer to Unsong as the rest of the gang drew their own weapons, following his lead. "Maybe I can get reacquainted with that wonderful mouth of yours, or perhaps I can just ravage your body since I never got the chance back then," he added as the thief walked up to where the white wolf stood.

"Come on Unsong... do something," Dayson pleaded silently to her as she remained frozen. Things were spinning out of control as he began to shape a weaving.

Kaylo stopped just in front of her motionless figure and caught sight of the ring on the wolf's hand that seemed to glow a slight bluish tinge. That certainly had to be worth something. He motioned with his sword toward the jewelry. "Let's start with the ring. Take it off," the coyote demanded.

The command was like a splash of cold water across the wolf's face as Unsong felt something deep inside herself snap. No one... _ ABSOLUTELY _ no one was going to take her mateship ring!

Her fists balled up against the wolf's sides while the white fur on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end. She bared her fangs in a silent snarl while staring him down with eyes that flared with rage.

Her sudden fury momentarily caught Kaylo off guard. Anger began to swell within the thief at her defiance of his will. "Well aren't we an angry little wolf," he seethed with annoyance. "I said take off the ring bitch!" The thief pulled his hand back to strike her with the hilt end of his sword.

"Enough...," Unsong breathed. Instantly, the wolf's hand shot out toward Kaylo as he began to swing. Dayson was abruptly overcome with a tremendous build-up of magical backpressure that sent him reeling as Unsong grasped the nearby node's mana aggressively and weaved a spell without even thinking.

The sword stopped halfway through the swing and remained motionless above the coyote's head as he gasped in surprise. The thief could not believe what he was seeing.

The white wolf's eyes burned a fierce blue glow as her fur stood on end, fangs bared in utter fury. She radiated with the power of the node as the energy became so strong it manifested into a visible cloak of purple illumination that shrouded her figure menacingly. Unsong stared him down furiously as panic seized the coyote. Desperately the thief tried to pull away from the wolf, willing his legs and arms to move but was unable to even shift his position.

Dayson gawked at his mate as she held Kaylo tightly in the binding spell. In all his years of weaving, the mage had never seen a fur's mana manifest into a visible cloak as he was beholding now. The sight was truly spectacular, and terrifying. He could actually feel her anger as it radiated from her form.

Snapping out of his daze, the grey wolf remembered that the coyote wasn't alone. Thinking quickly, the wolf spun the weaving he had already started to create into a tight helix. Immediately throwing his hand out, Dayson unleashed a concentrated ball of invisible energy that careened toward the four furs that had stopped and stood gaping as their leader was ensnarled in Unsong's spell.

Just as the sphere neared their location, the wolf severed the weaving's thread. The energy of the spell suddenly collapsed into itself before expanding rapidly outward again in an arc with an audible WHAMP. The gang was caught completely by surprise as a sudden unseen force slammed into their bodies, hurling the thieves backward with sickening power.

Dayson winced as the lioness smashed into the side of a palm tree before crumpling to the ground, while her counterparts cartwheeled out into the sand for some distance. None of them made any move to stand after coming to rest. "Too much power," he reproached himself; but that was a matter to deal with later. The grey wolf quickly turned his attention back to Unsong.

She still had her hand extended while the coyote struggled futilely against her binding spell. Her eyes, which normally sparkled with mirth and love, raged with incredible anger as they shone a deep blue fury while the purple-tinged cloak of energy continued to pulse brightly against the midafternoon daylight. Dayson had never seen his mate so enraged.

Suddenly, the coyote's hand released the sword causing it to drop to the ground as Unsong tweaked the weaving to bring Kaylo's arms out straight to his sides, while he stared wide-eyed with absolute terror at his captor.

"You're...you're a mage?!" he cried on the verge of panic.

She said nothing as the wolf lowered her hand. In one swift motion Unsong balled her fist and struck the coyote squarely on the side of the cheek, knocking his head back violently. "All of that time...," she stammered. "All of that time you abused me, you tortured me... but no more!" She clenched her fist and punched him straight in the gut causing his eyes to nearly pop out of the coyote's head. "You'll never take advantage of anyone ever again. I'll personally see to that!" she growled.

Dayson did not move. The wolf knew this was a matter he could not interfere in.

Kaylo coughed as he tried to regain his breath. A small trickle of blood began to seep out of the corner of his muzzle. "Please stop," he whimpered as she continued to stare at him with rage, the purple illumination pulsing brighter with her growing anger.

"Interesting isn't it?" She seethed. "Now you know what it's like to be on the other end of a beating." With that she kicked him viciously in the groin. The thief opened his muzzle in a silent yelp of pain as his eyes blanked out momentarily.

Unsong released the binding spell and watched as the coyote crumpled onto his knees and stared at her in a painful daze. She brought her hand back to strike him again, but stopped... she had done enough. Kaylo temporarily blacked out from the pain, falling forward, face-down, onto the ground.

The white wolf stared at the prone figure of her former tormentor as she released her grip on the node and felt the energy seep out of her body, causing the cloak of illumination to dissipate and wink out. The sudden feeling of the anger and power leaving her consciousness brought on a wave of dizziness, making Unsong stagger.

Swiftly, the hand of her mate came to rest gently on her shoulder, while the other steadied her balance. "I don't want to know what this bastard did to you," Dayson breathed. "But, I'm sure he deserved that."

Unsong said nothing, but turned to embrace him as she trembled uncontrollably. Dayson grasped his mate tenderly as the boiling emotions overwhelmed her consciousness. They held each other for several long moments in the silence that followed.

Slowly, Unsong calmed down until she worked up the energy to speak.

"Seeing him again... it brought back terrible memories," she stammered as she continued to grip her mate tight. He felt like an anchor that comforted and soothed the wolf lovingly in her turbulent sea of emotions.

"This bastard offered me a place to live when he found me on the streets," she continued after a moment's pause. "I never knew the danger I was getting into. He seemed so nice and caring."

Dayson had not known about this aspect of her past. Unsong had always talked about her old family, and the town where she grew up. She talked about living alone as a thief and pickpocketing to live. She even talked about the day that she was shunned and abandoned as a pup. But never had the wolf mentioned this. Dayson had no idea she still harbored such terrible memories of her past.

Unsong took a deep breath. "When I saw the others, I knew something was wrong, but I was already trapped," she continued, as the anger crept back into her voice. "He kept us locked away in his house, chained to the walls as his play things. For over a year I suffered through his desires." The last part escaped her muzzle in a growl.

"I never knew you had to endure such a thing," Dayson replied with disgust, still holding his mate and not wanting to let go.

"I'm sorry that I never told you," she said, recovering her composure. "The day I managed to escape, I swore to myself I would never speak of those terrible events, not even think about it. I just wanted to forget." The white wolf sighed deeply before she continued. "I had a feeling that someday I would have to confront my past again, and I suppose I was right."

"And I think you came away from it a better fur," Dayson replied with a sincere smile.

Unsong allowed herself a meek smile in return. "I suppose your right," she said softly. "When you had asked me to come back to the city after you found me back then, I remembered him... but things just felt different with you. I'm glad I didn't refuse your offer." She gently disengaged from him and looked around, noticing the gang of furs all unmoving where they lay.

"I should attend to the wounded," he added, noticing the injured as well. "I slammed that lioness into the tree pretty hard." The white wolf nodded slowly as he moved over to where the fur lay motionless.

It was lucky his specialty was healing magic. The lioness was positioned on her side unconscious, breathing hoarsely. Dayson knelt down beside her and placed his hand gently against the back of her head while closing his eyes. Slowly the grey wolf slid his fingers down against her clothing toward the small of the thief's back while diagnosing her condition, continuing down past the base of her tail before reaching the lioness's paws. Meanwhile, Unsong had moved to kneel next to him.

"She has a broken arm, two broken ribs, and a punctured lung," he said after a few moments.

"Should you roll her onto her back?" Unsong asked.

"I can't. That would cause more damage. I can heal her in this position though."

Dayson clasped his hands together, palms flat, in the focus seal he had used earlier during their training while closing his eyes. After a few moments, the entire surface of his hands began to glow a faint blue hue as he concentrated the mana of the node into the exterior of his palms. Undoing the seal, the grey wolf adeptly placed his right hand underneath the lioness's breast while the left rested on her shoulder blade and began to weave complicated threads around the injured lung.

Unseen to Unsong's eyes, he started to coax the damaged lung tissue into healing by pouring energy into the surrounding muscle. Slowly the punctured organ started to repair as the body drew on its own energy reserves to replace the wounded tissue. The mage was simply speeding up the natural healing process until after several moments the curing was complete, in what would've normally taken some time to do naturally.

Next Dayson focused on the broken ribs as he shifted his hands slightly. The wolf began flowing energy into the fragmented bone, pushing the broken parts together and inducing accelerated growth of the bone structure to reseal the break. Once the ribs were whole again, he repeated the same process for the broken arm. The entire procedure took five minutes to finish.

Unsong noted that the lioness sighed and began to breathe normally as the pain vanished. "She will be fine now, almost as good as new," Dayson said with a smile. "Although our thief will be very hungry when she wakes since her body's reserves were depleted."

Quickly Dayson made sure that none of the other three bandits had life threatening injuries, except for some minor bruising, before he returned to where Unsong still knelt by the lioness. The wolf looked around before returning his gaze to her. "Will you be ok?" He asked sincerely while offering her a hand, which she accepted with thanks.

"Yeah I'll be fine," she replied after a moment's pause. "It wasn't close to how much pain he had caused me, but being able to beat the living daylights out of that bastard made me feel satisfied." She turned to regard the still prone form of the coyote icily as he groaned into the sand. "I had hoped that I would never see him again. Seeing that awful grin of his again was just horrifying."

"Well you wiped that grin off his face quite forcefully," he chuckled. "By the way, you are absolutely cute when you're angry."

The tension seemed to disappear as Unsong allowed herself a genuine smile. "You're some piece of work wolfy," she said with mirth.

"I try," he replied, mirroring her smile. "In any case we are going to have to cancel the second part of our training for today. I do believe my friends in the city guard would love to get acquainted with these thieves here." The grey wolf moved to the gang's horses searching for some rope.

"Ok... First, though, I need to ask Kaylo something," Unsong said bitterly. The white wolf padded over to the leader and quickly wove a binding spell around his figure, floating the coyote upright to face her deep blue eyes that blazed with fury. The thief's expression was the definition of utter terror as he stared back unable to move his head.

"I just have a few simple questions," she began acidly...

A couple hours later, two fox guards stood at ease along the sides of the gate entrance leading into the city of Selbina. It was a particularly boring post for the city watch as they gazed out into the vast desert before them. Not many merchants had passed through today as the sun started its slow trek toward the horizon in the late afternoon heat. They both leaned against their polearms and fought the urge to yawn, until the one noticed an approaching caravan.

Six horses slowly drew near to the gate as the foxes looked on. Something was different about this group from the normal traders that passed through the entrance on any given day. Soon it became obvious these were not merchants. The one guard eyed the two furs on the first horse and recognized a friend as they approached the gate entrance.

"Ho Dayson!" the fox called as he walked forward to where the horse had stopped, soon distinguishing the other wolf behind him. "And a warm greeting to you too Unsong," he added with a smile that she returned.

"Ho there Denton," the grey wolf replied warmly. "I sure got a nice present for you."

The fox cocked his head to the side in puzzlement before turning his attention to the other furs on horseback behind the wolves. A line of rope extended back from Dayson's horse to the group behind, binding each fur's hands together as they sat in the saddle, before trailing back to the next horse. None of them looked happy to see the guardsmen.

What was strange was the position of the last fur, a coyote. He was draped on his stomach across his horse and appeared to be in a great deal of discomfort. After a few moments the fox recognized who he was.

"Is that Kaylo back there?" Denton asked curiously.

"That would be him," Dayson replied as he dismounted with Unsong right behind him. "Figured I'd come liven up your day."

The fox walked over toward the leader and regarded him carefully. "Why do you have him sprawled across like that?"

"Let's just say that he was unable to ride in the saddle properly without passing out from the pain," Unsong said coldly.

Denton mulled over her words before suddenly realizing what she was implying. "Oh dear, well I'm sure he deserved it. Let me go fetch the captain so we can take care of these fellows for you." With that the fox trotted off leaving his counterpart to guard the captives as the two wolves pulled them from their mounts.

Kaylo came last as Unsong unceremoniously dropped him to the ground in a pitiful heap. The white wolf leaned down toward him as he tried to pull away from her presence. "If I ever see you again, you can bet I will be unmerciful," she breathed, flashing her fangs while her eyes pierced his own with ruthlessness. With those words she stood again and padded back over to the horses as Denton returned with a contingent of guards.

"Mr. Kaylo there has gladly elected to lead you fine gentlemen to his house where several young furs are being held captive," Dayson said evenly to the guardsmen. "I'm sure that he will not lead you afoul, isn't that right Kaylo?" Both wolves stared intently at the coyote as he studiously looked at the ground.

"Of course not," the thief replied meekly, doing his best not to make eye contact.

"Good. If he does cause mischief, please come get us. Unsong here would love to persuade him to cooperate." Kaylo winched at the statement as the guards hauled the leader to his feet.

The city watch took charge of the thieves and began to lead them away while Dayson talked with the captain, a rather large and imposing lion. It turned out that the bandits had a substantial bounty, which the lion gladly paid the two wolves before falling instep behind the thieves as they were marched away to the city prison.

"I'm on duty for the night, but I'll swing by the Palm for a drink tomorrow," Denton said as he moved to stand back at his post and lean against his polearm. "You have to tell me how you came to capture the infamous Kaylo and gang." He looked back toward the thieves as they disappeared around the corner. "Too bad for them they came across a mage, let alone two," he added with a chuckle.

"Indeed, I'll keep an eye out for you tomorrow," Dayson replied with a grin as he mounted his horse with Unsong behind. "Have a good night," he added as they moved off toward the inner city.

It wasn't long before the two furs arrived at the Paw's Palm. Unsong offered to take charge of the horse and led it around to the stable in the back as Dayson entered the front door. The grey wolf surveyed the common room, noting that it wasn't particularly busy at the moment before he found Ayesha. The tabby cat was serving beers to some patrons in the corner when she looked up and caught sight of the wolf moving toward her.

"You're back early," she said in puzzlement. "I wasn't expecting you two back for another couple hours."

"We ran into some trouble and had to stop the training early," he replied, and started to smile. "Aside from that, I have some wonderful news."

"Did you finally present Unsong with the mateship rings?"

His expression turned to shock. "How did you know?!"

"I may be old, but that doesn't mean I'm not observant," She said, holding up a finger. "This is wonderful news though!" The tabby reached out and embraced him in a motherly hug, while the patrons looked on in curiosity. "It's about time you two became mates. I was surprised it didn't happen sooner."

"Well, I wanted to wait till the right time and place," he said bashfully.

Ayesha reached out and softly grasped his hand while she marveled at the ring and the slight purple glow it emitted. "This is such a beautiful mateship ring," the tabby said. "I've never seen anything like it."

Just then both furs caught sight of Unsong entering the common room from the kitchen. Without pause the innkeeper practically ran over to the white wolf and embraced her just as she had done with him. Dayson couldn't hear what they were saying over the din of the room, so he simply stood and placed a hand on top of a chair while gazing warmly at them.

"I'm so lucky to be mated with such a wonderful fur," he mused, watching as Ayesha held Unsong's hand and admired her ring. They had decided on the way back to be officially mated in the presence of a cleric tomorrow at the local cathedral, in a simple yet important ceremony that would confirm their bond.

Dayson moved toward where the two fem furs were talking and came to rest a hand on Unsong's shoulder as she continued describing the lightning bolt from the earlier training. She stopped speaking as he leaned over to tenderly lick the side of her muzzle affectionately, causing Unsong to smile lovingly.

"You two are made for each other," Ayesha said, grinning. "I'm so happy for the both of you."

"Thanks," Unsong replied mirroring the cat's grin. "Now let's get to work wolfy," she added, pinching Dayson quickly on the butt, making him jump. She moved off before he could counter attack.

"Now you don't need to work today, especially since you just became mates," the innkepper said with annoyance.

Dayson smirked wickedly at the tabby. "Sorry Ayesha, you won't win this one," the wolf laughed as he quickly turned and moved into the kitchen to begin cooking.

Ayesha huffed with exasperation as she watched his grey tail disappear into the other room. "They are certainly made for each other," she said to no one in particular. "Both of them are equally stubborn."

The night came as patrons began pouring through the door looking to drown their souls in beer, or just simply to have a filling meal. The common room resonated with the buzz of conversation as the evening passed by, until some hours later when Ayesha finally managed to lock the front door. It had been another profitable day, although the inn was a mess again as always. Quickly she, along with the two wolves, set about cleaning up and preparing for the next night when the whole process was set to be repeated again.

After thirty minutes, Ayesha finally managed to convince her helpers to call it a night once most of the chores were completed.

"You two have done enough," she cooed. "Get your furry butts upstairs before I have to use the broom on you." The tabby held up a finger in an admonishing fashion as the wolves admitted defeat. They both said good night to the innkeeper before ascending the steps hand in hand.

"Oh, I wish I could be that young again," the cat mused, smiling to herself as she continued sweeping the floor.

The two furs still held hands as they arrived at the door to their room.

"Wait a moment," Dayson said to his mate as he unlocked the door. Twisting the knob, the grey wolf then pushed the door all the way open before he lit the candles of the room with a flick of his mind. Dayson turned to regard Unsong who cocked her head to the side in puzzlement. Before she could guess what he was up to, the wolf reached over and picked her up off the ground to Unsong's surprise.

Carefully, Dayson cradled her in his arms while she giggled at his actions. "What brought this on," she laughed as he gazed lovingly into her gorgeous blue eyes.

"I don't know," he replied with a smile. "It just felt right." With that he padded inside their room and reached back with his paw to tap the door closed. Dayson then moved over to the bed while Unsong passionately licked the side of his muzzle, tickling his whiskers as her tail wagged happily. Oh he loved it when she did that.

He gently sat down on top of the bed sheets and rested Unsong in his lap as she continued to assault his muzzle fur with that superb tongue of hers in a wonderful display of affection for her mate.

Unsong soon stopped her ministration and gently rearranged herself on his lap, straddling his thighs while facing him as she wrapped her arms around his back and reveled in his tenderness and intimacy. She gazed hungrily into his wolfish yellow eyes as Dayson tilted his head and slightly opened his muzzle.

The white wolf quickly mirrored his actions, and in one swift motion locked in a passionate kiss with her mate as the overwhelming desire that had built up between them finally came to a pinnacle. The wolves' tongues wrestled and explored every facet of their partner's mouth as they each relished the taste and touch of their lover.

Dayson let his hands roam over the small of her back before quickly sliding under her shirt to run his digits through the silky smooth fur. Unsong arched her back at his touch causing her modest breasts to press against the grey wolf's figure, driving the male crazy with his rapidly growing arousal.

After several wonderful moments, Dayson disengaged from the kiss and leaned back to gaze at his mate. "God you are beautiful," he said sheepishly, reaching over to gently brush a finger against her white cheek fur.

"You are always too kind to me," she replied while smiling warmly. Her overpowering arousal assaulted his senses as the male began to pant lightly.

Not wanting to ignore her feral instincts any longer, Unsong deftly reached down and grasped the bottom hem of her cotton shirt. In one fluid motion, the wolf pulled the annoying clothing up over her head and quickly discarded the cloth on the nearby floor.

Dayson whimpered with lust as he let his eyes wander around her wonderful features. The male always loved her two supple creamy-white furred breasts with the petite pink nipples poking out slightly from the surrounding fur in the cold of the air. Oh how he appreciated working his hands and tongue over those delightful furry orbs, down across the smooth white fur of her flat stomach, down further still to an even more magnificent treasure that still remained concealed beneath the wolf's cotton shorts.

Unsong growled playfully as she watched his eyes roam across her form. She always enjoyed how his muzzle hung ajar while he drank in her nude form.

"You are so cute when you're horny," she chuckled. He grinned back at his mate mischievously. The grey wolf quickly leaned forward, grasping her firm butt with both hands as he licked the soft fur on the side of her neck. Gently, the male glided his tongue down her creamy-white fur before stroking the appendage against her supple right breast. Unsong moaned softly above him as Dayson zeroed in on her pink nipple, teasing the flesh into wonderful hardness.

The white wolf began to pant as Dayson then took her nipple into his muzzle and sucked gently on the flesh. Unsong whined as the torture on her breast intensified her arousal. After several moments, he released his grip on her abused nipple before shifting his attention to her other breast, giving long powerful strokes of his tongue across the tender pink flesh.

Unsong squirmed against the male's ministration. God he was good with his tongue. The wolf felt herself getting wetter by the second and longed to have her feral desire sated.

Sensing her growing need, Dayson released his hold on her nipple and leaned back to gaze at his mate with a goofy smile. "How about we find a more comfortable position," he said huskily. She nodded while still panting from his delightful treatment of her breasts.

The white wolf carefully removed herself from his lap and crawled on top of the bed to lay back against the pillow, while regarding him with her gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled with affection. Not wanting to slow down any, Dayson quickly stood and did away with his bothersome clothing, leaving the male nude for her to behold.

The sight of his naked figure quickened Unsong's heartbeat as she gazed at his crimson-red canine penis that stood fully erect out of the grey-furred sheath, throbbing softly with the wolf's growing lust. Her instincts were driving Unsong crazy as she longed to be filled by her mate's magnificent seed contained in the two furry orbs nestled underneath his malehood.

Dayson's tail wagged fiercely as he crawled onto the bed between her legs and brought his muzzle to rest on top of her smooth stomach fur while he gazed lovingly at his mate, looking very much like an obedient pet.

"How about you help me remove that troublesome clothing of mine," Unsong breathed as she brought a hand up to stroke the fur between his pointy ears.

"As m'lady wishes," the grey wolf replied with a smile. Deftly he brought his head up and opened his muzzle slightly. To her amusement, Dayson then carefully grasped the hem of her shorts with his teeth as Unsong lifted her butt up to help, before sliding his body back down her figure and slowly peeling the fabric down her white-furred legs. Eventually he reached her paws and quickly pulled the clothing off and discarded it onto the floor with a quick toss.

All that remained was Unsong's undershorts as her arousal filled his nose and overwhelmed Dayson's awareness. The male decided to forgo the use of his teeth and quickly reached out with his hands to remove the offending fabric and fling the cloth quickly away to reveal his mate's true treasure.

The soft white fur of her coat gave way to the two slightly puckered, blushed lips of her wonderful sex that was swollen with the wolf's arousal and need. The surrounding fur was matted with her sweet nectar as Unsong's scent permeated the air. Dayson felt his willpower crack while he gazed at her lovely flower and longed to bury is burning erection into her tight folds.

Without hesitation, the grey wolf moved his body forward and gave her outer lips a long tender lick with his canine tongue causing Unsong to arch her back high and gasp at the sudden pleasurable sensation. The male always loved the taste of her sex. He rapidly began assaulting her folds with long strokes of his tongue while his mate whimpered loudly at the attention.

Unsong relished the warm feeling of Dayson's tongue against her aching folds, but it wasn't enough... she wanted something... something more... much more!

The white wolf was overcome with the intense desire to mate, to have his wonderful malehood buried as deeply inside her sex as possible, to satisfy this abrupt need that flooded her awareness and drowned out any thoughts except the longing to be tied with him. Nothing else would satisfy her; nothing else mattered!

Suddenly, Unsong lunged forward and violently pushed Dayson's muzzle away from her heated sex. The male recoiled from her unexpected burst of energy as he fell back onto his butt and stared wide-eyed while his mate quickly rolled over and stood on all fours. She turned to regard him as her eyes burned with intensity, growling deeply at him.

"Unsong... did I do something wrong?!" the grey wolf asked timidly as she continued snarling at him. Dayson had no idea what had gotten into her. She looked almost like a predator about to make a kill.

Without warning, his mate swiftly leaped at the male and tackled him hard backward onto the bed. His mind reeled for a split second before Dayson realized her muzzle was just a scant few inches from his own as her deep blue eyes stared fixated at him.

"I don't want to be teased," Unsong growled. "Mate with me! NOW!" Before he could utter a reply, the white wolf pressed her muzzle against his and forced the male into an impassioned kiss as she roughly pressed her body against his own.

The sudden attack by his mate awoke something deep inside Dayson.

All notions left his awareness. The only thing that was of importance was Unsong; and the only thing that she needed was his seed buried deep inside her heated sex. Nothing else mattered... satisfying her desire was his only ambition.

The male growled into their heated kiss before Unsong briskly pulled back and stared into his eyes with utter feral hunger. He was ready now. She dexterously extracted herself from his figure and moved about on the bed sheets until her hindquarters faced the grey wolf. Unsong then flagged her tail high, revealing the swollen, aching lips of her heated sex as she turned her head back to regard him with untamed desire.

"Mate me now," she growled, panting heavily from the overwhelming feral need to be filled by his wonderful malehood.

The male said nothing as he rolled over onto all fours and crawled up toward her burning lips. Dayson gave her folds a cautious sniff before lapping his tongue softly against her sex, asking for permission from his mate to proceed. Unsong whined at his loving touch, spreading her legs a little wider as she granted the grey wolf consent to mount.

His feral instincts took over the male's thoughts completely as he slid forward while wrapping his arms around her waist, pushing Unsong's fluffy tail aside as he gently rubbed his malehood against her rump, searching for the magnificent sex of his mate. Finally the male felt his penis touch the very tip of her puckered lips as Unsong whimpered beneath him.

Dayson grasped his hands tighter around her waist before he THRUSTED powerfully forward, burying his burning malehood deep inside her aching sex as the wolf hilted himself in one fluid motion. Unsong uttered a sharp bark at the sudden feeling of being so wonderfully filled by his canine member.

A small thought quickly crossed her mind; this felt so... right... to be joined physically with her newfound mate. The notion was abruptly lost as her feral instincts dominated the wolf's consciousness, yearning for the male above her to ravage Unsong mindless.

Dayson moaned softly as he enjoyed the satisfying feeling of finally coupling with his mate. A small part of his mind reflected on how it felt just utterly right to have his hips grinding up against her firm hindquarters. They had mated quite a great deal over the past year, but this time... it just felt... different. It felt... right.

Quickly his mind shoved the thought aside as Dayson succumbed to his desires and pulled back till just the tip of his throbbing malehood rested snugly within her lovely sex before plunging back in swiftly, grinding his hips forcefully against her furry butt. The grey wolf growled deeply as he slowly built up a rhythm, slapping his furry balls against her clit on each stroke causing Unsong to whine noisily on each powerful thrust.

Both furs submitted to their feral impulses as a steady sound of slurping and slapping resounded within the room while they mated passionately. Dayson shifted his hands slightly along her stomach while he gently rested the side of his head against the silky-smooth fur of her back. The male savored the feeling of how her body bounced forward slightly during each of his plunges as her whining and groaning grew louder with the white wolf's heightening pleasure. Quickly he reached his hands forward and tenderly fondled her supple breasts, pinching the sensitive flesh of her pink nipples occasionally as he worked to bring his mate to a beautiful release.

Unsong felt her climax approaching as his assault on her tormented breasts caused the white wolf to whine even louder while he continued ramming his malehood deeply into her heated sex, spreading her wide wonderfully on each stroke. She could feel his knot forming as it grinded against her outer lips and knew that she would not be satisfied until that lovely bulge was lodged tightly inside her.

Dayson felt his mate start to push backwards as he thrust forward. The male could feel the pleasure building, knowing that his peak was rapidly approaching. He quickly disengaged his hands from her supple breasts and clutched them tightly around her waist. He could not release without tying with her.

The male temporarily let up his pace as Unsong turned her head to look inquisitively at him. The grey wolf pulled out almost completely before he gripped her waist tight while straightening his back and rammed forward powerfully. Unsong barked sharply as his knot slammed ruthlessly against her quivering sex, begging to gain entrance to her wonderful folds. Dayson quickly pulled back before jamming forward powerfully again, grinding the bulge against her heated lips. Unsong's head collapsed onto the bed sheets as pleasure temporarily overwhelmed her awareness. Again he withdrew his malehood as she braced herself.

Dayson intensified his efforts, and plunged forward forcefully again. His knot rammed against her tormented sex again before the male felt the satisfying sensation of the bulge finally slipping inside with a pop.

Unsong uttered a yelp into the bed sheets as she felt his knot begin to inflate further, locking the mating wolves together.

Not losing his pace, the grey wolf began to wildly thrust his malehood as much as the knot would allow, working toward his release while his mate whimpered beneath him as her peak approached. The male gave a powerful plunge, sending her careening over the edge as Unsong was overcome with an intense surge of pleasure that washed over her consciousness, enfolding the white wolf in a raging sea of ecstasy that drowned out her surroundings.

Dayson felt his mate tremble violently as she whined into the bed sheets. Unsong's sex gripped his malehood unmercifully as she rode out her fierce climax. Her peak quickly pushed Dayson to the edge, as the male pulled back as far as his knot would allow and rammed forward, grinding his canine penis harshly inside her one last time.

Dayson flagged his tail high and gritted his teeth as the wolf's furry balls tightened; shooting thick ropes of his seed into his mate's needing sex. He groaned, tilting his head back with his muzzle ajar while the pleasure enveloped the wolf's awareness, flooding his mind with penetrating waves of ecstasy that cascaded through his body. The grey wolf gave small thrusts to prolong his orgasm while his figure shuddered with the marvelous feeling of bliss that enshrouded him.

Unsong whimpered as she felt his wonderful seed flood her ravaged sex, seemingly cooling her heated folds in an odd sensation that felt satisfying. She rested the side of her head against the sheets as she enjoyed their combined orgasms.

For several glorious moments the two wolves remained frozen in pleasure while Dayson continued draining his balls into his mate in thick creamy spurts.

They were now truly joined in eternal mateship.

Coming back to the here and now, Dayson slowly lowered the two down onto the bed sideways in a spooning position as the furs panted laboriously in the amazing afterglow that enveloped them. Neither spoke for several minutes as the wolves caught their breath and relished in the closeness and warmth of their mate while his knot held them together.

"I don't know what got into me," Unsong said finally after she had stopped panting heavily. "I just had to mate with you right then and there. I can't explain why... I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Of course not sweetie," Dayson replied while he propped himself up on an elbow so the grey wolf could lean over and affectionately lick the side of her muzzle, tickling Unsong's whiskers. "That was truly a wonderful experience. There was something about our mating that just felt utterly right. I can't really rationalize why or how... but being tied with you feels absolutely wonderful."

Unsong reached down and traced a finger along the base of his knotted erection, eliciting a soft whimper from her mate. "I certainly have to agree with you," she said with a heartfelt smile. "It has definitely been a day of ups and downs. I am glad that you were there for me through it all."

The grey wolf reached his hand over and placed it gently against the smooth creamy-white fur of her stomach. "I love you Unsong."

The white wolf quickly placed her hand on top of his own. "I love you too," was her simple reply.

Soon sleep overcame them as the wolves were carried away to their dreams. Both felt absolute happiness to know that come the next day they would have a partner, a friend, and a mate to share their life with.