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ME-1734265 was the busiest it had been in millennia, receiving more visitors from the heavens in just a few months than it had for the rest of its history. Its dereliction within a more secluded cluster of the galaxy meant it was free from the usual traffic some planets suffered. It had been spared the drill of prospectors or the landing ships of colonists. Whatever fate was in store for the planet, be it eventual claiming by alien visitors or eternal irrelevance, had yet to be seen or predicted.

In the present, however, it had one plucky visitor who could not leave it alone if she tried. Ahsoka Tano's third journey to the planet was not driven by the memory of her previous visits like the second was. Compelling her was something whispered to her by the Force, or rather urged by an emotional need to see the werewolf again. Her last departure from the planet was wrought with guilt, the experience having been almost entirely for her entertainment and pleasure. Of course, the werewolf got his, the aftermath of which stained the seat of her interceptor and had her walking funny for a few days. That didn't save the fact that she had been there hardly half an hour, just to have sex with the brute.

There was something else drawing her back too, something even less concrete than a hint from the Force, yet somehow more compelling. At nights when she thought about the wolf there were not merely the pangs of arousal but the presence of some queer feeling in her gut, more precisely, her womb. The fear that she was with child was a very real one. It hung over her head since her first encounter with the wolf, but did not threaten to fall on her until much later when she could feel life's development inside of her. Was the Force telling her something, or was she being paranoid? All it would take would be one of her fellow Jedi to pick up on her anxiety. No doubt one of them would pry.

To escape any investigation she made another trip to the forest planet. After spending her yearly leave on the last visit she was forced to come up with a lie that would get her away from the fleet. She told Master Kenobi that she suspected ME-1734265 of harboring Seperatist forward bases that she missed. A request was made for another solo mission. It was granted, albeit not without a warning to be more astute this time and in the future. "It is best to leave no stone unturned," Kenobi advised. Ahsoka assured him that she wouldn't.

She took her interceptor back to the ME system via hyperspace and reentered the planet's atmosphere. R7-A7, her astromech droid, remained silent most of the trip there, surmising that whatever she had going on the planet was her business, none of his to stick his sensors into. He landed her ship in the exact same spot she had the last two times. The canopy hissed open and Ahsoka climbed out, dressed this time in a khaki vest and knee-length shorts. Her usual forest attire was floating in space somewhere along with the rest of the fleet's trash. Given how her last few get-ups had been treated, she wasn't going to wear anything too special or expensive.

She fell to the ground onto her feet, looking around the clearing. It had only been a month or so since her previous visit and yet a feeling like nostalgia made her heart swell. Most likely it was the knowledge that the werewolf was out there watching her. "Alright, R7. You stay here. Like I said, I might not be back tonight. Or the next night. Give me three days. If I'm not back by then, you can leave."

R7 tweeted morosely. "Booo-bee-beep." It better not be because you got killed.

Ahsoka, not understanding, just nodded her head. "Yeah."

She stepped out towards the forest, going through the same pair of trees as the first time. If she wanted to find him, it was best to retrace her steps. This area, however large, was his hunting grounds. Odds were he knew she was coming the moment her ship breached the atmosphere. Her training made her scour the Force for any nearby entities. He would reveal himself in time.

Back into the darkened woods she went, snuffing out the tepid whisper of the winds into a blanketing silence. Leaving the open sun for such dreariness would always be disorientating, she thought. Perhaps if she lived here it would be easier. She pondered life on such a planet. Other than her lover being there it seemed boring and empty. Was there anything else to do besides be bred by a handsome werewolf? Was that alone enough to keep her there should she ever move? She shook the thought out of her mind. A Jedi was not to worry themselves over such frivolities.

Unimportant or not, it was knocked over by the sudden chill that swept up her spine and prickled her skin. An involuntary inhale breezed through her nose and inflated her chest. She recalled a sudden arousal upon feeling his presence last time. There wasn't any now. Hopefully that did not mean she wasn't excited to see him.

She found out upon turning around and seeing him standing at the apex of a tree root streaming out from the base of a particularly massive trunk. That vanta fur of his stood out even in front of the canopy's shroud. He appeared like a statue, stoic and unmoving, looking down at her as if trapped in one perpetual thought. Those muscular arms hovered at his sides, fists clenched. The silhouette of his tail hung between his legs. It did not wag.

Ahsoka did not call to him or approach, at least not immediately. She waited for him to move or react in some fashion. With the dark of the forest around him she could not make an expression, not even the nebulous reflection of light in his eyes. Finally she held one hand up in a sort of acknowledging wave. "Hi there. I'm back."

Again, he did not move. For a moment she feared that it was some other wolf, but his signature on the Force was unmistakable. It was him, alright.

"Come on, don't be dodgy," she said. "I know it was a longer wait than last time. I'm sorry. I'm a Jedi. Things get busy, you know?"

No response.

"You don't know a word I'm saying, do you?" She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "At least come down here and say 'hi'. Don't tell me you didn't miss me. I've been thinking about you. Have you been thinking about me?"

She knew the answer to that, but it didn't look like he was about to let her know that so soon. Finally he fell from the root, letting one foot tilt forward so that he could slide down its steep, wooden slope. He landed in the dirt without losing so much as a degree of balance. His march towards her was unfettered by the many lesser vines that mazed the ground in front of him. His feet rose and fell about them like a blind man navigating his home, without hesitation or error. The distance closed, and at last his visage came into view. Ahsoka felt silly for doubting even for a moment that it was him.

"Hey, big guy," she said. "How have you been? Lonely?"

He inhaled and then let out a snort.

"Yeah, me too. Jedi make great warriors, terrible companions. Every one of 'em's got a stick up their ass. You're way better company than them, by a lot, and for multiple reasons." She stepped up to him and laid the side of her head on his chest, one hand coming to his pec to scratch the heavy, coarse fur that covered it. His heart thudded against her face. "Sorry for taking so long. You're not mad, are you?"

His arms wrapped around her, swaddling her in a straight jacket of stony muscle. She felt a cold, wet nose poke her in the middle of her lekku then a friendly lick.

Sunny warmth blossomed across her chest. "Glad to hear it." She leaned her face up to meet his and the two of them started kissing. They kept it as modest as their passions, mouths open but reserved. She held her tongue out along her bottom jaw. He batted against it with his own, laboring around those slavering contours. That needy itch was back in full force for the both of them. There was a twinge between her legs. The summit of his sheath dilated a blood red pupil which began to sprout into a girthy spearpoint.

The hand scratching his wall of a pectoral made its way to his nethers. Her fingertips brushed the outer rim of his sheath, now fully distended to make way for his half-sprung penis. She came to his balls and fondled them. The tickle of fine purse hairs sent chills straight up her arm. Each orb was rolled about her fingers, savored for their plump weight and lively temperature. She felt the brush of his penis against her inner wrist, up her forearm where it sat comfortably.

She brought her hand to his shaft and held it tenderly. Looking up she saw those glassy blue eyes waiting for her next move. "I bet you're pent up, huh? Worse than last time?"

An affirmative burst of air beat through his nose, blossoming across her face. One of his paws fell down and settled on her lower back. He pulled her hip against his, shortening the gap between their loins.

"Yeah, I understand. I won't take as long next time, I promise. I might even stay the night." Or many nights to come, she thought, but did not say. It wouldn't have mattered, given the werewolf wouldn't have understood. Saying something out loud, however, was a much greater commitment than keeping it in the head, no matter the company. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Another soft snort. He poked his nose into her cheek and smooched it. His paw came to her chest and wriggled into her vest to feel her cleavage.

Ahsoka laughed. "Yeah, I would too." She politely pushed his paw away so that she could unbutton her vest. It came apart and was shrugged off, leaving her in a plain T-shirt. She grabbed the bottom of it and peeled it over her head, leaving her topless. The sight of her smooth, orange bosom was always a welcome one, as well the feeling of humid forest air breezing across her nipples and stiffening them. She unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to her ankles. It took some effort but she was able to kick off her boots. Once they were gone she was left in nothing else but her socks. She stood directly in front of him for a more proper embrace and the two of them resumed open-mouth kissing.

While he dashed his tongue around her gaped lips his paws explored her body. Her ass was groped, thighs squeezed, curves traversed, and breasts honked. She returned the favor with some pinches on his butt, causing his tail to flick and wag. Naturally her grasp migrated to his manhood which she directed between her thighs. That steely, warm rocket skidded the length of her crease, a holy reunion they both celebrated with a sigh. She brought her body closer, bringing his pecker all the way through her legs and poking the head out from beneath her buttocks. She swaddled it with her thighs, feeling its manly burn and moisture against her skin. Her own liquid arousal was pouring forth on him, drilled out of her by the squirm of his tongue in her mouth, the ardent press of his body, and the proximity of his manhood.

He suffered a similar reaction, that mighty pulse beating in his cock like it did the rest of his body. She could feel it against her thigh and in his chest. It made his breath, shared with her between their open maws, heavy and deep. Pleased but not content with his penis jammed between her thighs, he carefully pulled it backwards, scraping it past her cunt petals. She gasped softly, having to break their kissing for just a moment. He pulled his cockhead to her flower before pushing it back forward, teasing the both of their organs together. Hers squished softly, joined by the similar sounds of his tongue making laps around the perimeter of her mouth. She brought her hands between them and held him by the knot, guiding him more precisely. He let out a soft whimper, that fat bundle of nerves pulsing with her tender touch alone.

She managed a quiet chortle. "Really buttering me up there, huh? Feels like I'm about to melt."

The werewolf made a smug grin and licked around her cheek.

"Mmm... I think you know me too well. We've only done this twice and you know my weaknesses." The tips of her fingers ran down the brief but swollen underside of his knot. "But I know yours too~"

"Mmmmmmm..." grumbled the werewolf. A dab of glassy precum ebbed from his slit. It smeared across her inner thigh and dribbled out from behind her, down to the ground.

"How do you want it, big guy? My mouth? My lady parts? Please not my ass. That had me reeling for weeks. What do you want? Take the lead."

She knew damn well he didn't understand, but had a feeling he could take hints better at this point. He was listening as she spoke then appeared to think for a moment when she was finished. Finally he brought his nose to her collar and nuzzled it before migrating to the upper slope of her tit. That was before his arms wrapped around her midsection and hoisted her into the air.

"Whoa!" She was held in front of him, legs dangling a few feet above the ground. "Oh, I see~" She coiled around his trunk, ankles scissoring atop his back. She hugged his neck and kissed the side of his face while being carried over to a nearby tree. His body thumped with each footfall. Those many spectacular muscles grinded and flexed in tandem to carry her so effortlessly. She felt so light, like a glider on the wind. With those massive paws glued to her back there was nothing to worry about, nobody to fear, nothing that would hurt her. She was safe.

They made it to a tree where the werewolf came down to his knees and gently laid her down on her back. She let go of him, spreading her legs and resting her head on a tree root. He knelt in front of her, his cock roaring out of him like a dark red exclamation point. He hooked his claws into her socks and peeled them off her feet, letting the toes curl out in the open.

"Mmmm, much better~" she cooed.

The werewolf leaned over her for some more kisses, those rigid arms falling on both sides of her and gripping the roots so that his entire body was postured over her protectively. The tip of his penis sat on her lower belly, hovering near her quim again. Ahsoka badly wanted to grab it and put it inside her, but instead kept her grip on his shoulders where she could massage the density of his trap muscles.

His kisses fell from her mouth to her chin, then the side of her neck. It continued to fall as his entire body scooted back so that he could bring his head all the way down to between her legs. A glimmer of anticipation made her insides contract as that chilly nose of his dabbed against her moist inner thighs.

She caressed the top of his head. "I was hoping you'd do that again."

His tail swooped through the air behind him while he nibbled at the wet, smooth skin beneath her pussy. The taste was from them both, mostly her arousal with dashes of his own. That aura of feminine heat sighing out of her drove him wild, a buzzer to the senses. Nose twitching, mouth watering, he planted a single kiss on her flower.

Her toes curled at once. "Ohhhh..." Both of her hands palmed his cranium, playing with his dense fur and holding him in place. He wasn't going anywhere, not while he was busy lapping up the great lode of girl flesh that seeped and sobbed in front of him. "Uhhhh, that's it. That feels good. Mmmmmmm..."

He took his time savoring her taste. His ears perked in the direction of her moans. The grip on his head fur held him captive as well as motivated him. He took mental notes of every spot he licked that would generate the sharpest reactions. It had been a while since his last dive into her chalice, so he needed to reorientate himself. It wasn't hard, not when the woman he was doing it to was so receptive.

"Huhhh! Ohhh yes~" Her head was pressed back against the tree. Mouth held open by such a significant bliss, moans escaped her at a steady procession. Her legs scissored around him again, toes pointed and curling around each other. She clutched at his paws which he kept latched to her curves. She pried one off and placed it on her tit which he obliged to squeeze. It was a shame he could not touch all of her at once, as much as they both wished he could. "Huhhh... So good... Yes... Yes..."

His licks were even and drawn out, leaving no portion of her gates untended. The tender flesh parted around his invasive muscle, often quivering and contracting after each lick. Her thighs twitched constantly astride his head. The best gauge of his success next to her moans was the curl and flex of her feet on his back. He made sure not to lose track of his paw on her tit. It went in a small circle, fingers sunken into the skin, feeling that beady teat tickling his paw pad.

Her whole body started to shake. She could not keep her head in one place, swooning it side to side and squirming her back. "Oh, fuck! Huhhh! Yes! Ohh... Ohhh fuck... Yes! Yes!"

With the escalation of her theatrics he knew it was time to bring her to the end. He smushed his lips into the apex of her trench where that precious pearl of nerves was huddled inside of her hood. His tongue crept into it, delivering upon her sharp flicks and lashes that threw her into hysterics. At once her back was thrown into an arch. Her voice hit a shrill crescendo. He did not relent, tightening his lips around that treasure trove of sensitivity and suckling ever so gently, all the while his tongue still ravaged her.

The sounds were lurid. Thht thht thht thht thht thht thht. Clots of spittle and Ahsoka's juices dribbled down his chin and the inner slopes of her ass cheeks before it piled onto the dirt beneath her.

None of that was anything next to her screams. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! YES! YES!!!" Her orgasm struck home with a great wail of delight, one that soared to the tree tops and plummeted into a throaty groan. Her chest heaved outwards and her thighs slammed together around his head. Violent spasms bounced her body against the tree and the floor, all while the werewolf remained locked to her pussy. Amidst it all was a violent hiss of girl water that spewed from her crotch, hissing off the werewolf's face and arcing in the air above her lap. He withstood all of it, the sting of it shooting up his nose and the almost drowning amount that guzzled down his throat.

It faded eventually, albeit not because of any lack of effort from the werewolf who licked her throughout her climax. Brain floating in a flood of delight she came to a rest, chest rising and falling with the heavy cadence of her breath. The back of her wrist was draped over her forehead, eyes closed. "Huhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Oh wow... Huhhh..." She moved her hand aside and opened her eyes to see the wet-faced werewolf smiling up at her from between her thighs, tail wagging gleefully. The fur on his face was spiked from all the water. Hanging in the air like a wet towel was the smell of her orgasm, fleshy and ripe. The ground beneath her ass was wet. She chuckled and bit her lip. "Mmmmmmm, good boy~"

The werewolf knelt upright, bringing his urgently stiff penis back up. He crawled back over her and brought his face to hers so that they could kiss. His wet face hairs tickled her. The taste of her own pussy was on his mouth and face. It didn't bother her, not when he had absorbed a much greater portion of her orgasm with just his face. She was in no condition to complain. Her hands reached for his penis and carressed it. A gentle brush on his knot made him huff. She could feel his need thrumming throughout his body, echoing out the desperate sighs while kissing her.

It was time to return the favor. She laid a calm hand on his sternum and pushed him off. An isthmus of spit linked their tongues amidst a cloud of breath smell. "Stand up for me, big guy." He knelt upright but did not stand. She motioned upwards with her hand and he followed through. "Good boy." Ahsoka got up in front of him, kneeling so that her face was in line with his massive pecker. She favored a quick dive into the flank of his purse where her nose vanished amidst a bed of black crotch fur. A deep whiff sucked through her nostrils, inflaming her senses with that spicy man stink. Sniiiffffffff. "Mmmmmmmm~" she groaned. "A girl could get drunk off that," she said while starting to stroke his cock. "Does all your kind smell so nice?"

He just smiled down at her with his usual ignorance, enjoying the rattle of her voice while failing to parse a word of it. The best he could do to affirm any of her feelings or questions was smile and wag his tail.

"I bet they do, but I think I'll be sticking with you. No way I'm risking my ass over any brute. You're my sweet boy, aren't you?"

His face still smiled and his tail still wagged.

"Yes you are~" She puckered her lips and landed a kiss directly over his cock tip. It reeked of sex product, both his and her own, a result of their prior teasing. She angled his stick upwards to wash her tongue along the underside, right where his sweet spot was hidden in the cleft of his glans. It got a hearty sigh out of him. That muscle running down his length throbbed, bouncing his cock from her mouth and slapping back down on her upper lip. She laughed and stroked him. "Easy now. It's coming."

He brought one paw to the pinnacle of her lekku, rubbing it between just his thumb and index finger. While Ahsoka kissed the tip of his cock her eyes began to flutter, her sensitive head tails blossoming a pleasure akin to what her womanhood would feel.

She had to pull off his dick. "Mmmm, cut it out. You know how sensitive those are."

He did know. That's exactly why he kept going.

She pouted. "You're a jerk." With that insult out of the way, she resumed her placid making out with his penis. Eager to get the ball rolling, her mouth fell apart and consumed his summit. The lips molded to his girth, imploding with each gentle suckle. That got another huff out of him. He stopped fingering her lekku and migrated to the center of her scalp. She was sensitive there too, but not quite to the degree at their tips.

"Mmmmmmm~" she purred through her nose. Her eyes were half-open, those frilly lashes hovering out in front lazily. On a backwards draw of her mouth they came open, peering upwards to meet his gaze. He was already watching her, meeting her gaze the moment she directed it at him. A stuttered breath escaped him, followed by a snarl and a huff. She smiled around his cock and brought herself back down his length, all while maintaining eye contact.

It created a flush of emotions he was not prepared to handle all at once. Quick gasps ripped through his maw. "Hah! Hah! Hah!" His lip and jaw started to twitch. His heartstrings tied themselves into a knot. His breathing settled with a rumbling sigh, though he could not shake such a drunkening mix of emotional and physiological overload., not so long as he saw those pretty blue eyes looking up at him, batting their lashes so daintily.

Ahsoka had her own battle with her feelings, both in her heart and in her body. He was such a handsome werewolf, especially from her current angle. Seeing his face twitch and contort to the rhythm of her head bobs swelled her chest with pride. The weight of his meat on her tongue was supremely satisfying. That rigid texture and masculine taste was enough to drive her wild. She drove her mouth further down his length, reaching his cock tip towards the gates of her gullet. With a subtle drop of her jaw she let him go deeper, finally punching through her throat where her sloppy, wet neck flesh throbbed on him possesively.

"Ulkhh..." She held herself there for a few moments, eyes rolled up to their greatest angle, irises half hidden behind their twitching lids. His pulses sent dollops of precum straight down her throat, planting that coppery sweet taste right where it needed to be. The werewolf groaned and clenched his paw on the top of her head, a sign of his enjoyment. She stayed there until the strain for oxygen drew her back. She sucked in as much air as she could with one raspy inhale before impaling herself again, repeating the process with muffled gasps and gross squelches. "Ulk... Ulk... Ulk... Ulk..."

He wasn't watching her anymore on account of his head lurching backwards. His lips were formed into a soft O, close to howling. Rising from him were a few soft groans and growls. They originated in his chest and wafted to the canopy, rising in pitch with the gradual build of his pleasure. "Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh..."

Ahsoka could manage a tiny, wet smile with her mouth as open as it was. She made a quick back-and-forth hammering on just his cockhead, plungering it into her cavity. Her grip was on the back of his thighs, readjusting constantly to ward off her gag reflex. Her breathing was even and relaxed. Inhales and exhales, going exclusively through her nose, were spaced between the retreat of her throat when it was free of his cock.

She heard the approach of her reward. The werewolf whimpered. His mouth fell open, letting out earnest retorts of desperation. He dared to look down at her again, once again catching those blue marbles peering up at him. He didn't last much longer after that. "Huhhhhh! Huhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!" He ripped loose a spurt of cum that batted the very back of her mouth. Accompanying it was the angry throb of his cock muscle and the explosion of his knot, now giving birth to a tributary of wormy dick veins. "Hnnnn! Hnnnn! Hnnnnnnnnnnuuuhhhhhh~!!!"

Ahsoka knew the drill. She drew herself off his shaft as it continued to spurt, utilizing both hands to jerk out the rest of his load. It shot out of him in errant ropes, landing amidst her open mouth and the twitching floor of gum and tongue that lined it. Her entire jaw was splotched with his pearlescent love amidst spindrels of saliva stretched between her teeth. When his whimpers waned into frantic huffs and his load was done spewing she closed her mouth and swallowed it all, absorbing that masculine oil and feeling its warmth glide down into her tummy.

She opened her mouth with a crisp sigh and smiled up at him. "How was that, big guy? Needed it that bad, didn't you?"

He confirmed with a huff and a friendly pat on her head.

"Glad I could help. Bet you got something else in here you can lend," she said while giving his balls a faint lift.

He smiled at her and drifted his paw down to her cheek, caressing it. It was his greatest wish, other than to feel her body united with his forever, that he could convey how pretty he thought she was. He could recognize the feeling perfectly, but putting it into the Jedi's words was currently an impossibility. The best he could do was please her in every way that he could, something he did with adroit skill and vigor.

Ahsoka felt a similar chagrin in their language barrier. Wish I knew what was going on in that brain of his. Undeterred, she stood up and hugged him again. He hugged her back and the both of them spent the moment sharing each other's comfort. His cock, still rock hard and bloated around the knot, was squished vertical between their tummies. It throbbed tepidly, squeezing loose the last vestige of his ejaculation. It went unnoticed with the reunion of their mouths. His tongue was loose in her maw again. She closed her lips around it, suckling and kissing it with each thrust. A corona of spit lapped both their mouths, dribbling down onto their chins.

Ahsoka let her head come back, eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on her face. The side of her head came to rest on his chest, listening to the pound of his heart. Her arousal was at full storm again, a void needed filling. "I wish you were inside me forever," she muttered as her hands slid up to his upper back, rustling through the great forest of onyx fur that covered it. She looked up at him. "I want you on your back. I wanna ride you. Understand?" He said nothing, though it was clear he was listening. "Back," she emphasized. "On your back." He registered the word. It was a concept he was more than capable of grasping, yet the meaning escaped him like it always did. She took his paws. "Here. I'll show you."

She squatted and pulled him down with her. She pushed him by the chest slowly so that he was sitting, then lying down. "There we go," she said. "Back."

A flash of his eyes reflected some understanding. The lightsaber had finally gone off, it seemed. His tail thumped in the dirt as it started to wag.

Her heart did a somersault. "Good! We're getting somewhere." She kicked one leg over and straddled his thighs. "Well, maybe 'back' isn't the right word for that, but whatever. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now-" She rubbed his penis. "Let's get back to business~"

His pecker ached from its previous eruption, but was by no means out for the count. He made a giddy grin and grabbed her hips. His tail struck a funky beat as it continued beating the ground beside him.

"That's a good boy~" She rubbed his cock some more before drifting herself onto it, settling her cunt on the centerline of his shaft. A shiver was shared between them both. His fur bristled, driving his paws back up her curves and onto her pert bosom. She bit her lip and encouraged him by grabbing his wrists. He made slow circles with his paws upon her direction. That miraculously soft flesh whispered against his gruff palm skin. His claws, sharp and menacing, tipped into her skin with effeminate gentleness. Less polite were her humps and grinds on his cock.

"Mmmmmm, I love it when you touch me. Hahhh..." She let one hand mush into the bush of chest fur between his pecs. "And I love touching you."

He flashed her the pink of his tongue when he licked his nose.

"I know you do."

Finally she lifted herself and grabbed his penis. She hoisted it like a flagpole, aiming it at the canopy before eclipsing it with her gnarled cunny lips. She came down on the tip, skwishing her flesh softly. "Ohhh..." More grinds on him made droplets of her juice trail down his column. His paws were back on her hips, kneading her athletic glutes and begging for a descent on his pole. She obliged him at last, settling her weight and breaching her pussy lips. "Ohhhhh... Yes~"

He coincided her moan of approval with a loooooooong exhale through the nose. His paws, now on her thighs, lowered along with her gradual descent to his knot. There she met him with the underside of her thighs, sinking them into the great swath of scratchy fur that carpeted his trunk. She stayed right there, adoring the way he filled that void, or at least a great portion of it. It would not be satiated in its entirety until she felt his seed bloating her womb, a redundant urge given what was growing inside her already.

That was in issue for a later day. For now she milked him with a graceful hump and grind. That thick pole mushed into her buzzer spots, earning a deep gasp and moan. "Huhhhh! Uhhhh..." Her fists clenched atop his chest, grabbing handfuls of his fluff.

He returned the favor with tight grips on her legs. Deep rubs drew up her curves and tummy. A brief stint on her breasts was spent before it was back to her thighs. He joined her with soft coos of his own, drawn out by the unforgiving grip that swaddled his cock.

She made the first journey up his height, bringing her flower to the flare of his glans and then promptly falling down. "Huhhh... Uhhhhh... Fuck, that's it... Yes..." Her head swooned wildly, face twisted by that spine-bending delight that made her sing so fluently. She watched his own visage contort, there being no hint of withholding any emotion. She felt connected with him beyond just their meshed organs, a vulnerability shared between them and no one else. She had garnered hints of it during her previous visits, but could not fully appreciate it until recognizing it on the werewolf's face. She had feelings towards him besides just the lust for his body, something even more egregious in the face of Jedi doctrine.

The werewolf felt the same, though he possessed the luxury of having never been taught to deny his feelings, never to suffer the injury of blind stoicism branded on Ahsoka since infanthood. He could watch her beauty ascending his manhood and appreciate its every facet. He demonstrated with firm, loving squeezes across her body. His whimpers, more tokens of his love for her than how much he enjoyed how her body felt, flowed freely.

Without a word spoken, the two of them finally understood each other.

Ahsoka sped up on him. Her plummets on his shaft grew audible, both the grind of their flesh together and the meaty impacts her ass made on his lap. ThhPAP! ThhPAP! ThhPAP! "Huhhh! Huhhhh.... Fuck! Ohhh... Ohhhhh, Yes! Fuck me... Huhhhhh!" She clenched her fist on his chest floof. "Y_es! Yes! Yes! Huhhhh!_"

His voice escalated alongside hers. "Huh! Huh! Nnnnnnnnnnuhhh!!" His paws found her haunches again. The fingers imprinted on them, his claws nearly puncturing the skin. Any discomfort was blinded over by that pummeling of delight, now soaring through them both and bringing their voices into a harmonized wail.

Ahsoka was on the brink. "Ohhhhhh FUCK! Yes! Hahhhh... It's coming! Ohhhh! I'm-! Huhhhhhhh! Yes! YES!"

The werewolf was right alongside her. Those ferocious growls towered alongside her wails, boiling over into a roar once his climax launched. His head threw back, his snout coming parallel to the ground and the bob of his Adam's apple on display. His paws, still on her ass, clenched into a violent grip and pulled her down on him full force.

POP!

His knot, in its entirety, vanished into her chalice. It was the final trigger pull on her own orgasm. Her entire body was slung into a crescent, face and chest aimed at the sky, throwing that triumphant howl as loudly as she could give it. "HUUUUUUUEUEEEUUUUUGGGHHHHHHUUUUUuuuuuhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!" Rippling from her bloated cunt was another fountain, this one corked into a power wash by the werewolf's bulbous dog muscle. It sprinkled between her legs and out across his chest, constellating his midnight colored chest with a thousand droplets. In the very core of it all she could feel his seed pounding the gates of her womb, a needless endeavor, but nonetheless divine.

They relaxed only upon the cessation of their climaxes, the werewolf slumping flat on the dirt with Ahsoka timbering over onto his chest. A good minute was spent just panting, his hunky chest lifting her with each desperate inhale. They floated together on a wispy cloud of good feeling, amidst the bubbly, bespeckled blue of the upper atmosphere. Neither of them knew where they were for some time, only that their bodies were linked in ecstasy and that it should've lasted forever.

Alas they slid off their peaks and collected themselves. Ahsoka became aware of the giant ball of meat once again locked inside her cunt. "Oh, geez... Hahhh... That's a big one. Mmmm..." She felt his arms wrap around her and heard more thumps of his tail. She giggled and patted his chest. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." She nuzzled his face into his pecs. "I don't wanna."

His chilly dog nose sniffed around her forehead, levying sweet kisses every other sniff. He was ready to pop her off his knot, but she wasn't making any moves to do so. Instead she lifted her face to his and kissed the underside of his chin. Their lips locked, initiating a slow make out.

They stopped eventually. Ahsoka sighed. "I don't wanna go anywhere, but... A lot of people are expecting me back soon enough. I gave them a made up reason to come here. I don't want them to get worried, but..." She looked into his eyes, seeing that attentive look that made her heart melt. "I don't wanna make you worried either."

He let out a soft whimper and licked her face.

She smiled. "I know, I know." Her head came back down on his chest. With his knot buried so deeply, it was going to be a hassle getting it out, at least at its current girth. "You know, I think we can wait until things die down before we pop off, hmm?" She patted his chest. "Think we can wait a few minutes?"

He wagged his tail and kissed her face some more.

"Yeah," she said. "Me too."

And so they waited and waited for his swelling to alleviate itself. It did so eventually, but even then they did not separate. By that time they were both sound asleep, Ahsoka snoozing atop his chest, a sweet smile on her face.

THE END