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Chapter 4

After eating, both of them looked at each other, got up and looked around. Apart from them and the horses, there was no one to be seen and nothing suspicious to be heard.

"We'll pack up and leave," Elvira ordered, "It's too quiet here for me."

"I agree with you completely, I have an uneasy feeling creeping up on me," Seth replied.

"As long as it's not coming from me it's all good."

"Certainly not from you, sweetheart."

"That reassures me. Still ..."

The wolf-woman didn't get any further, because suddenly a scream was heard and a medium-sized figure burst out of the nearby bushes, rushing at Seth.

The latter was confused at first, then gathered himself and repelled the attack, overpowering the assailant and clamping him firmly under the right arm.

Elvira suddenly saw the stranger's movement as he lunged at Seth, who fought him off and now fixed him.

"Bernhard?" snapped the wolf-woman, "What are you doing here, what is this?"

"He murdered Wilhelm and Gustav," the elf squealed.

"But you already know what happened in the settlement before?" inquired Elvira.

"All I heard was that this one ..." the elf pointed at Seth, "... was making a mighty lot of trouble."

"You know yourself that I wouldn't be here with him if that were true."

"I don't know anything."

"Then you should listen carefully to Elvira," Seth interjected.

"Exactly. You know yourself that I could sell my stuff in the village without any problems and nobody ever complained. Why was I attacked and supposed to die at the stake?"

"I don't know," the elf replied.

Seth squeezed a little tighter and Bernhard groaned.

"Stick to the truth," growled the jackal mule.

"Don't squeeze so hard. I'll tell you anything."

"Well, it's about time. Shoot," Elvira demanded.

"It's coming from the next town over. There's apparently a big shot sitting there, so someone who would like to see Seth dead. You were the bait."

"What?" cried Elvira and Seth at the same time.

"Are you guys deaf?"

"No, we just could hardly believe our ears," the wolf-woman fluted.

"Do you want me to throw you in the water, too?" asked Seth.

"No. I'm not your enemy. I've never had any problems with Elvira."

"Let him go, Seth. He's not going anywhere."

"Whatever. You swim with your belly up when you're fooling around."

"No. I'm already not bailing. But still, you have enemies."

Seth let go of him. "What enemies and why?"

"You're Seth, look at you. You look like the ancient Egyptian god of chaos. Somebody's scared shitless of you."

"Who?"

"I don't know that either. In any case, after there was the éclat, I heard that someone was after you and the whole incident was staged just to draw you out and get rid of you gracefully."

"I don't understand that. That would mean that this someone knew full well that Seth would jump on me and especially on the pyre."

"This someone knew that I had heard of you and was looking for you," Seth stated.

"Guys," the elf started, "you both seem to be in quite a pickle."

"I have that feeling, too," mused Seth.

"We'll get out of here and you ...," Elvira turned to the elf, "... get out of here too, but in the other direction. Otherwise, Seth doesn't need to worry about you anymore, I'm perfectly sufficient."

"I've seen that sufficiently, especially from that muscle stud," the elf interjected.

"I don't believe that now," Elvira became indignant, "You were seriously watching us fuck from the bushes?"

"It was my pleasure."

"Peeping Tom," Elvira growled.

Seth stood by and shook his head. "I just don't believe it."

"I'll leave you now," the elf was still saying, and disappeared back into the bushes.

"Shouldn't you kill him after all. He's seen too much," Elvira asked.

"He's only seen how good a team you and I are."

"That little horny asshole," hissed the wolf-woman, "gawking at us while we fuck."

"Well, even there you don't get any peace."

"Let's move on. Get on the horses, sweetie."

"I'd love to."

A few moments later they were both gone, galloping off into the hills.

They had been riding for hours, their butts were starting to hurt, and the horses were in desperate need of a longer rest.

"Stop," Seth called out.

Elvira stopped her horse. "What is it?" she growled.

"We're going to stay here. The horses are tired and I'm getting tired, too."

"Let's at least ride around the next corner, the grounds are too open for me here and we can be seen."

"Do you have anything special in mind?" echoed Seth.

"Maybe? I hear water rushing back there, and I think it would be a better idea if we offered the horses something more than meager supplies."

"A very good idea."

"I have them quite often," Elvira replied flippantly.

"Let's go, then, next corner. Maybe there's enough water to take a bath. I'm in desperate need of a rest for my fur."

"Now that's a good idea of yours. We both need a bath, I'm starting to smell like rancid cum, barely daring to open my thighs."

"I can replace the smell with my fresh scent."

"It smells just like old fish afterwards."

"Then we should take a bath first," Seth confirmed.

A few minutes later they reached a rocky formation, turned left, then right, and a large oval grotto opened in front of them.

It was half open at the top, roughly rock-supported at the sides with many protrusions, and a small lake poured out of this grotto.

The murmur actually came from the water, however, it came further back from the grotto, where from a wide gap in the ceiling a waterfall fell to the ground and fed the lake permanently with fresh water.

"This is just perfect," intoned Elvira, jumping off her horse, unloading the saddlebags and taking the saddle off its back, "Let's go."

She gave her stallion a pat on the butt and let him run to the lake.

Seth did the same and his mare joined him.

"Can an ancient Egyptian god swim, or are you only used to deserts?"

The jackal mule looked challengingly at the wolf-woman. "Whoever gets to the waterfall first," he still said, quickly undressing and walking to the shore, turning to Elvira.

The waited until he looked at her and waited. Pleasurably, she first got rid of her blouse, slowly slipped it off, briefly rubbed herself under her ample breasts, presenting them in an almost provocative way, stroking her nipples and licking her lips.

When she felt she had Seth's full attention, she let her pants and panties slide to the floor, standing naked before him. Her wolf tail swaying slightly back and forth, she grinned broadly and showed off her predatory teeth, wiggling her ears in amusement.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked softly.

Seth said nothing, turning around. Elvira caught sight of a half-swollen stallion's glory, which hung down in a slight curve, but clearly indicated its owner's arousal.

"I see I'm just the girl for you. You're already horny. What's it going to be like when I lose and ride you in?"

She jumped into the water and swam off.

Seth took his time, he knew he would win if he swam off now.

Suddenly, halfway down, Elvira screamed loudly and dove under.

Seth startled, jumped into the water, swam to her, dove under, found her and brought her to the surface.

She gasped briefly and started laughing. "Fooled you, you win." She broke free of his grip and continued swimming.

The jackal mule followed her.

Inside the grotto they felt solid ground beneath them, stood in the water and escaped the cool waters, went further in and stood dozens of feet away from the waterfall.

"This is dreamlike," Elvira gasped.

"Fairytale-like," mused Seth, "Why did you set me up?"

"I wanted to test you."

"Why?"

"To see if you could stand me in the long run, the way I am. I can be a hell of a difficult person, have my moods."

"I have those, too."

"You've become so monosyllabic," Elvira observed.

"My blood is off the brain, and that's your fault."

"Then I should try to skillfully put the blood back where it needs to go so you can talk normally again."

"I agree with you," Seth was still saying and was brought down by the wolf-woman.

"It's high time to break in my stallion," she breathed, sitting wide-legged on his lap.

Seth sat up to her, not moving an inch. "Take me," he breathed.

"Not so fast, I want my fun too. Feel free to leave your blood where it is right now, I want more of it."

She moved her vulva a little closer to his semi-erect penis, which was sideways, long and evenly narrow, across his right hip.

With a lustful smile, she leaned over him, propped herself up with one hand, reached under one of her breasts with the other, pressed its nipple against Seth's lips. "Drink my darling, I want to give you milk."

She squeezed her breast harder, moaning slightly, and squirted a thin stream of she-wolf milk into Seth's mouth.

He began to swallow, taking in the sweet taste of her white nourishing fluid, licking greedily excitedly over her nipple.

A few seconds later Elvira cried out, trembling all over. The wolf-woman had already come to orgasm.

But Elvira was only really warming up, was far from finished, should Seth experience the wolf in the woman, feel the wolfish desire.

Slowly, she continued to bend over him, rubbing her breasts against his torso, stroking her nipples through his straw-like fur, moaning softly, closing her eyes, suddenly biting the jackal-mule's shoulder hard, becoming fast, breathing hard into her bite, squealing harder and harder, jerking her head up, rearing back and screaming out her repeated climax.

Seth lay beneath her, feeling like a sex pad for an exploding she-wolf. This was no longer a woman on his lap, swinging from one ecstasy to the next, hot as the sun, shining bright as a supernova when you look directly into it.

Gasping for breath, Elvira sat on him, panting, trying to regain her temper, opened her eyes, looked at him, smiled meekly, slowly lifted her lap from his, deftly reached down, grabbed his male-stallion hybrid cock behind the glans and pressed it against her vulva.

Fascinated, Seth looked down between her hanging feminine mountains, watching her bring his manhood to greater hardness, her swollen labia opening wide, her clit emerging from its nook, and a gush of wetness spilling over his lance.

Loudly he moaned from the sight alone, preparing himself for endless pleasure, the pleasure of being inside his she-wolf again, of feeling her, of gliding with her on the waves of bliss.

Taking a deep breath, he sucked in the air almost greedily as Elvira unerringly delivered his hard, crimson mating tube into her innermost being, she slowly and fervently settled on him, taking him completely inside her.

Elvira's smile faded and gave way to a serious strained face, an expression that oscillated between lust, curiosity, pleasure and devotion.

She let every vein, every bump rub Seth's penis against her vaginal wall, making herself even tighter, plumbing his entire length, moving on her jackal mule almost in slow motion, tasting every millimeter of it in her abdomen.

Seth tensed his abdomen, giving his manhood more girth and hardness, trying to concentrate, sensing that his orgasm would soon be near, was this woman, this she-wolf too sensual, too much pleasure to be able to contain himself for long.

"Elvira, no matter what you're up to. I'm boiling inside," he moaned and growled.

"Take your time, darling. I'm savoring you. You need riding lessons badly."

"We can make up for those anytime."

"Spoilsport," grumbled the wolf-woman.

"If I pump you full, you'll be pissed because I didn't let you know beforehand."

"And that's when I'm enjoying your cock right now. It just feels good, those veins, that hardness, length, thickness, warmth."

Seth felt himself getting even hornier at his ride mistress' description of his lust lance, his climax getting even closer. "I'm almost there," he groaned, breathing in a pressed breath.

Elvira sped up her movements, feeling Seth's glans bulge, deform from a pointed shape to an inverted funnel, stretching her vagina extremely and causing the wolf-woman to let out a strangled cry.

It caused her to increase her intensity, to move even faster, to nestle even tighter around the massive member and feel her partner, her Seth so strongly that she almost felt like she was tearing up inside.

Seconds later she closed her eyes, feeling the sense of fulfillment approaching.

Seth was ready, he couldn't help it, the contents of his heavy testicles were making their way to the spermatic cords, climbing them, looking for the opening to the open air.

Elvira felt him more and more under her, deep inside her, concentrating on her knocking orgasm, gritting her teeth, staring at Seth with wide eyes.

The jackal mule grabbed her by the hips, became active himself, thrusting his cock as deep as he could into Elvira's vagina with a tremendous force, landing his distended glans in her womb, his knot swelling in a split second, growing larger than a fist, filling the entrance to Elvira's womanhood, knotting behind her labia, keeping them both firmly united.

Just now the wolf-woman was enjoying the sensuality, concentrating on the burgeoning climax captivating her, so suddenly she cried out in pain, she realized that her lover had pushed through the narrow mouth of the womb, touching her womb, and in addition his rock-hard huge knot had spread inside her, anchoring itself and would not let her go.

Elvira collapsed on top of Seth shaken by the subsiding pain and the extreme orgasm associated with it, breathing fast and shallow as Seth enjoyed his spurts of semen and they shot through his fleshy organ in a clearly perceptible way, landing directly in Elvira's uterus and her abdomen became a bit plumper.

After what felt like an eternity, which in truth was only 5 minutes, the flow of love juice from Seth dried up, the knot swelled, the glans narrowed and his pleasure rod slid out of Elvira going limp.

The wolf-woman rolled off the side of Seth and put an arm around him.

"You fucking sex monster," she whispered, "At some point we're going to overdo it."

"I certainly hope not. I want to keep you."

"And I you, my beloved God."