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A ranger sat back in his chair in the common room of the inn, sipping his drink. Over the murmur of conversation, that filled the room, the human could hear the crunching of bone from beneath his table, as a large wolf ate his own meal. He looked over as a chair was pulled back, and a burly gnoll warrior took a seat at his table.

"Sitting in the corner and brooding again, Merrick?" The gnoll asked, as he set down his own plate of food and drink.

"I'm not brooding, I'm relaxing." Merrick responded, regarding his furry friend. Hakeem was a tall broad shouldered swordsman, wearing an undyed linen gambeson. The armor he normally wore was left in the room he shared with their other companion.

"I'm not brooding, right?" Merrick asked, addressing the source of the crunching under the table. His only response was an annoyed growl.

Merrick shrugged, looking back to Hakeem. "Dusk doesn't like conversation while he's eating. Wolves can be surprisingly particular with their dinner manners."

The gnoll snorted. "We're supposed to be celebrating. We spent a month in those undead infested gods cursed ruins, escorting a crazy gnome archaeologist. We're finally back in civilization and we've been paid. Try living a little."

"I am celebrating." The ranger raised his tankard in indication. The gregarious hyena often tried to get the introverted human to be more outgoing. Despite their negative reputation, gnolls tended to be incredibly social. Sometimes Merrick would let Hakeem persuade him, and it was often fun when he did. But he had other plans for tonight.

The gnoll sniffed, then leaning towards Merrick sniffed again. "Are you drinking root beer? its barely alcoholic. Not even Kelsa could get drunk on root beer."

Merrick glanced across the common room where Kelsa, a short copper scaled kobold in a blue robe, was standing on a chair and gesticulating wildly as she regaled a group of inn patrons with stories.

"I like root beer." Merrick defended his drink of choice as he watched the kobold captivate her audience.

"You need some social lubricant, help get that stick from out of your ass." The gnoll retorted.

"I don't have a stick up my ass." Merrick turned towards the gnoll and smirked. "There's only one thing I have routinely up my ass."

The crunching from under the table came to an end and a large black head came into view as the wolf sat up. Golden eyes looked upon the two, one his mate and the other one he considered a brother, with a look of exasperation. Even if the wolf couldn't follow all of their conversation, he could tell it was inane nonsense. Well, those thoughts were clear to the ranger, with the empathic bond he shared with the wolf.

The wolf moved to sit next to the ranger. With Merrick sitting, Dusk was large enough to lean his head against the ranger's chest. Smiling, Merrick put an arm under the wolf's jaw to cradle his big head and rested his other hand on the wolf's head and played with his pointed ears. The wolf let out a long contented sigh.

Sighing as well, the gnoll turned to his own food, and they sat quietly in the bustling inn. Having finished her story telling, the kobold joined them at the table.

"You guys are being quiet." The blue robed cleric commented as she climbed onto the gnoll's lap.

"The big guy's disappointed he couldn't talk me around to going drinking." Merrick said, nodding to the gnoll.

"You're actually fun when you're drunk." The gnoll grumped.

"Leave off, it's obvious Merrick just wants to spend a quiet night with Dusk." Kelsa said, as she lightly slapped Hakeem's shoulder with her small clawed hand. "Its romantic."

"Romantic, eh? Would you want to spend a quiet night with me?" The gnoll looked down at the kobold in his lap.

"Gods no! I want to get wasted and have sloppy drunk sex with my big burly fur ball." Kelsa gave Hakeem a grin full of needle sharp teeth. She turned back to Merrick. "Does Dusk even enjoy it when we do go drinking?"

"He puts on his over grown puppy act and gets lots of attention and free food." The wolf pulled away from the ranger and looked at the kobold with soulful golden eyes and whimpered sorrowfully. Kelsa snatched a sausage from the gnoll's plate and tossed it to the wolf.

"Hey!" The gnoll gave the kobold a betrayed look.

"Oh, hush. Good acting deserves appreciation."

The wolf sat feeling smug, at his begging prowess working on his sister. Merrick shook his head. The wolf didn't need the encouragement.

Kelsa hopped off of Hakeem's lap and tugged at the gnoll to rise.

"Come on, I heard they've got a satyr bard playing over at the Tipsy Dryad. There are apparently calls to have him banned from performing in the city. Something about causing a drunken brawl that turned into an orgy. It is going to be wild!"

The gnoll glanced down at his unfinished food reluctantly but drunken brawls followed by orgies were practically a sacred gnoll tradition. Sliding his plate across the table to the wolf, he rose. The wolf's tail wagged as he eagerly cleaned the plate, feeling gratitude.

The mismatched couple left with a wave.

The ranger finished his soft drink and looked over at the wolf licking Hakeem's plate clean.

"Come on." Merrick said, as he rose. "Let's turn in early."

The wolf jumped onto the bed and lied down on his side. Merrick sat next to him, petting his head. The black wolf panted happily, as the ranger let himself fully relax.

"Fuck, it is good to finally be alone." He sighed out. "Well, except for you, but that doesn't count."

Dusk nuzzled into Merrick's side and he hugged the wolf's big head to himself. The wolf looked up and licked the underside of the human's jaw. Merrick could feel the wolf's love and protectiveness. He leaned forward and kissed the wolf's brow.

Letting the wolf go, he removed his shirt. Tossing it to the floor, Merrick laid himself against the wolf, feeling the warmth of his thick black fur against his bare chest. He lied there, running his hands through Dusk's coat, feeling the powerful muscles that lie beneath. He buried his face in the fur of Dusk's neck and breathed in his companion's scent. The wolf grumbled softly, enjoying his mates tender attention.

After a time, Merrick sat back up and moved to undress fully. His boots, belt and trousers joined his shirt in a heap on the floor. Dusk rolled onto his back, with Merrick kneeling on the bed beside him. The ranger began to examine every inch of the wolf's body with his hands.

He started with the wolf's pointed ears. They twitched and flicked under his light touch. He gently pinched them and rubbed his fingers over them, feeling the soft velvety feel of the thin fur on their back and the soft warm skin inside. He ran his hands down through the thick fur of the wolf's cheeks and scratched under Dusk's broad jaw. His hands made circles over the wolf's barrel chest. He took each paw in turn, feeling the rough but warm pads and rubbing each toe. His hands ran over the soft belly, fingers softly tracing each nipple.

Merrick took Dusk's sheath in hand. He felt its warmth and the shape of what lied inside. He lightly ran a finger tip over the opening, but didn't press inside. He gently grasped plump balls, feeling their firmness and weight. Finally, he let a finger rest on the hole beneath the wolf's tail. It was hot and twitched at his touch.

Satisfied with his exploration of his lover's familiar form, Merrick gave Dusk another kiss on the brow and got off the bed. The wolf followed, jumping to the floor. Merrick grabbed a pillow to save his knees form the hard woof floor and knelt. He leaned his upper body on the bed, his arms folded under his head, his own stiff member hanging below him.

The wolf's cold nose pressed against Merrick's tailbone making him gasp. A long broad tongue stroked up his crack, spreading his cheeks and running forcefully over his hole. The wolf was impatient. His own need had built while his mate slowly caressed his body. But he knew how much his mate enjoyed the feeling of his licks and laps, and he very much enjoyed his mate's flavor.

Merrick moaned, not just feeling the heat of the wolf's tongue and his own lust, but his wolf's enjoyment and own need. He felt Dusk's patience reach its end, and felt the wolf's weight settle on top of him. Strong paws gripped his waist. Worn claws pressed into his skin. Dusk's panting head hung next to his.

Paws firmed their hold and well practiced hips pushed forward. A thin rigid shaft parted his ring and in one powerful thrust Dusk's length was fully inside him. The wolf felt warmth and pressure around his member and began to buck and hump with wild abandon, hind paws dancing on the hard wood floor. Merrick felt the growing pressure inside him and the increasing tightness around Dusk as the wolf's cock swelled. Precum sprayed Merrick's inner walls and it dripped from his own erection as his prostate was pounded.

The knot began to stretch his anal ring as it pistoned in and out of him, growing all the while. Dusk felt it catch, and his orgasm quickly approached as the knot grew. Merrick's cock throbbed. The wolf made very short hard thrusts as he desperately tried to seat his knot as deep as possible. The pressure on Merrick's prostate was intense, each buck sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Dusk reached his crescendo, his member pulsed, as euphoria blossomed in the wolf's mind. Dusk's bliss pushed Merrick over, as his ass clenched around the wolf's pumping cock as he came.

Merrick groaned into the sheets. His seed painted the floor, as Dusk filled his colon. An exquisite pressure filled him, the wolf's throbbing knot a familiar presence. The wolf panted heavily in his ear, his eyes half lidded, as a month long abstinence was broken. Dusk's weight rested on top of Merrick, a warm comfort. Instincts told the wolf to dismount and turn, but he knew his mates preferences.

Merrick closed his eyes and let his mind clear. His world became the beat of the member inside him, the hot panting breath in his ear and the furry body on his back.

There was a tug and Merrick's near meditation was broken by a pang. Dusk hopped off his mate and began to sooth Merrick's sore opening with his tongue. The ranger looked back and saw Dusk's large tool hanging low between his legs. It always amazed him that it had been even bigger at its peak. With a groan he crawled into bed and tried to recover. Dusk followed a few moments later, having cleaned himself, his member swiftly retreating back into his sheath.

The wolf rolled onto his back next to the ranger. Merrick idly rubbed Dusk's belly. It had been too long. Once wasn't going to be enough for either of them.

Dusk patiently waited, lying on his back, as Merrick retrieved a jar of thick lube he bought from an alchemist. Coating two fingers, he knelt between the wolf's hind paws. Dusk's tail swished between Merrick's legs, as the human pressed his fingers against the wolf's hot hole. Dusk softly grunted as the fingers spread him open, and he let out a low groan as Merrick sank them inside. The wolf's passage was tight from their month of abstinence.

Merrick felt his lover's walls contract around his fingers as he slowly pumped them in and out. He twisted them inside, eliciting another quiet groan. He added a third, causing the wolf to arch his back. The wolf loved the slow gentle stimulation, so different from the wild fervor of his kind. Dusk's slowly building pleasure, and the sight and feel of his fingers probing the wolf's depths, rekindled Merrick's own ardor.

He removed his fingers and rubbed his erect shaft, smearing lube and precum. He met Dusk's golden eyes as he guided his blunt tip to the wolf's tail hole and pushed. They groaned in unison as Dusk's anal ring parted around the human's sensitive head. Merrick paused, enjoying the feel of the wolf's heat around his tip. Dusk groaned as Merrick slowly sunk his full length inside, the wolf's walls stretching to accommodate him.

Merrick held himself inside, feeling the wolf squeeze around him. He leaned forward, laying himself against Dusk, feeling the wolf's sheath pressed against his belly. He rested his head on the wolf's chest and took a moment to just feel the wolf breathe and listen to his heart, the wolf's paws resting on his shoulders.

Merrick began to withdraw. Pulling back his hips, he cock slowly left the warmth of Dusk's twitching hole until just the head remained. Pushing back inside, a moan rumbled deep in the wolf's chest. Merrick paused again as he reached his full depth, his balls tickled by the fur of the wolf's gently wagging tail.

With that, he started a steady rhythm, smoothly pulling back until just his head remained, before rolling his hips forward, sliding his full length inside. Each inward thrust was accompanied by a low groan from the wolf. Merrick angled his thrusts to put as much direct pressure on Dusk's prostate as he could. He felt the wolf's building pleasure, and listened to the increased pace of his heart. Dusk tried to buck his hips to meet the thrusts and Merrick knew the wolf's patience with the slow pace was at an end.

With a sigh, Merrick withdrew from the wolf and rose from the bed; the wolf eagerly followed. Dusk nuzzled his mates member, giving it a single lick before turning away and lifting his tail aside. Taking the wolf's hips in hand, Merrick felt his tip touch hot flesh and pulled back has he thrust forward. Dusk grunted as he was impaled by his mate's hard thrust.

Merrick slammed his hips into the wolf's with each thrust, building the pace. When Dusk began to buck back against him, meeting his thrusts, Merrick shifted his grip from the wolf's hips to around his sheath. He stopped his own thrusting as he freed the wolf's member from his sheath, and simply did his best to stay inside as the wolf thrust himself through the ranger's hands.

Dusk's cock rapidly grew as it slid through Merrick's grip. Merrick felt his own release was near. He held on as the wolf's wild bucking worked his shaft inside the wolf at a pace that the human could never match. As the wolf's knot swelled, Merrick gripped it and squeezed. He felt the wolf shudder beneath him and felt Dusk clench around his member. Euphoria washed over both as they climaxed. Merrick pushed himself as deeply inside the wolf's spasming passage as he could, while he held Dusk's pulsing knot. With each spurt of the wolf's seed, his ass milked the rangers member.

Merrick's own orgasm faded long before the wolf's, but he stayed, keeping pressure around his lover's knot, and letting him enjoy his bliss. When Dusk's second orgasm finally came to an end, the two climbed into bed. Merrick lied against Dusk's back, arms wrapped around the wolf's chest, as the two fell into a deep sleep.