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I laid out my armor and stripped out of my shirt before stepping inside, and kept my expectations as clear as possible.

To my mild and pleasant surprise, it was fairly cozy. The cave would have been low for a full-size Mizutsune and half the floor sloped towards the entrance. And yet, it was wide enough inside for Syreen to sprawl out and still have plenty of room on all sides. A few hanging cloths or tapestries lined the rock walls and a few rugs covered much of the floor--

My eyes went back to Syreen. _Sprawled out_was a little inaccurate: he was outright on display amid a few large cushions and pillows. His fur-lined tail swayed while he reclined on his side, hind legs parted invitingly--and speaking of inviting, that lovely blue gaze of his was enticing me to close the distance.

"What do you think?"

I licked my lips, facing the reality of the situation. I was about to get who knew how intimate with a talking Mizutsune several times my size. To top it off, despite my surety of my guess, I still didn't truly know if he was male or female. What would happen next would be an adventure in more ways than one.

But, after that harrowing of a fight? I needed some fun, and I imagined Syreen did too. I wasn't about to back down now.

"Absolutely splendid. And your home looks good, too."

Syreen chuckled and beckoned me closer with a claw. I was already moving. "I have to admit I like how much you compliment me."

"Why not? You're striking, colorful, beautiful, fun, funny..." I was close enough to touch, now. I kneeled down to run my fingers through that purple fur. So smooth, so sleek... I somewhat expected it to be slick, but at most there was just a hint of that fantastic substance he could generate, a faint floral whiff and a slight residue that rubbed away between my fingers. The wide bands of scutes went all the way down his tail--or all the way up, from my perspective. I followed them and tried to hide a wince as I leaned weight on a bruised knee.

"You can sit on my tail, if it's easier," Syreen said, eyes on my face. "Or we can wait--"

I swung a leg over the tail, straddling, testing with my weight. The entire length was nearly as thick as my torso, so I shouldn't have been surprised at the flexing core of muscle I could feel under me. Was it odd that the hint of that much strength had me stirring in my sheath again?

"So, how much can I touch?" I asked, guessing the answer but wanting to be sure.

Syreen took in a breath as I played my hand over one of the middle scutes. "As much as you want, Genbi. I don't think there's much you can do that I'd want you to stop."

I licked my lips. "Same, I think. Just say so if that changes." I trailed my way up, readjusting my seat as I went. The fur on the back of his legs tickled my thighs once I settled close to my goal. I could see the subtle cleft between those legs--or not so subtle. It seemed I wasn't the only one aroused.

I traced my fingers around the parted scutes, and then around the slit--what looked like wide scales were quite a bit softer, like thick hide. A hint of gold-yellow flesh caught my eye. Taking a deep breath, Syreen's scent all around me, I placed my thumbs on either side and slowly spread the slit. The cleft was certainly longer than I was used to, nearly the length of my hand, and at first I wasn't sure what to make of the glimpses I could catch. So, I spread wider, pausing when Syreen's breath caught.

"Don't be shy," he murmured, chest rising and falling. "You can explore with your fingers, unless you're uncomfortable?"

"No, just savoring." I slid a fingertip between the 'lips' of that slit, enthused by Syreen's little shiver. But, instead of diving in, I leaned forward until my chest was nearly touching my hand and my nose could rest on his belly.

I inhaled. Warm, with that hint of flowers and a stronger undertone of rich wood. I took in another breath, took in Syreen's scent, fixed it in my mind.Friend. Partner. Mate?

I straightened back up, and caressed Syreen's warmth. That turned to heat as the slit parted around my fingertip. There was a little natural slickness there, like what my own sheath would produce--still, was it_just_ like my sheath except internal, or was I not deep enough yet to feel_her_ wetness? I slowly pressed a second finger in with the first. Time to find out.

At first, I felt something rounded and firm, no sign of an entrance. So I had guessed right, he was male! I was careful with the flesh inside, though Syreen had done nothing but purr as I searched for his cock. My fingertips found muscle; maybe how his length would slide out once aroused? Only one way to know for sure. I pressed a little deeper, feeling those muscles flex on and then around my fingers. Any moment now... except there was just those squeezes as I explored, the heat, and intimate fluids no less slick than the bubblefoam. Realization hit me as I dared to push in all the way to my knuckles. There was no cock there, unless I put my own in.

"Oh," I said, my mind realigning several days worth of false assumptions. "I guessed wrong."

Syreen's muzzle--her muzzle--split in a wide grin. "You did," she said, the voice fair and melodious--deep enough that I hadn't been able to tell, owing to Syreen's overall size.

I blinked, heart sinking a little. "I lost." A little chuckle escaped my lips. "I guess I'm getting bubblefoamed?"

"Not right now, when we could both be having fun--unless, unless you need to stop?"

I took in a breath and fast-tracked my adjustment. "Just throwing out a few fantasies," I said, then smirked. "And reawakening others." Her slit glistened with her arousal, and I expected to finish what I started.

Instead, Syreen's tail lifted enough that I took the hint and stood, while her claw beckoned me up. "Well, while you're getting used to the idea, why don't I give you a proper hero's reward for helping me?"

I wasn't entirely sure what she meant until her snout pressed to my crotch once again. "I don't want to leave you unpleasured, though."

Her head tilted enough to look up at me. "Do you stop after you've... what's the word. Completed?"

"Finished might be better. And, no," I said. "Point taken." My hands went down and undid the length of cloth holding the pants to my waist. Syreen looked about ready to help drag the clothing off with her teeth; no sooner had I dropped them to my ankles than her muzzle descended on my sheath, bathing it in warm lips and strokes of a rather large, strong tongue. My hands went to her head as I kicked the clothing away.

The alluring Mizutsune pulled back just long enough to lick her lips and watch my tip slip out again. I was rather more eager now that I knew what that tongue felt like. "Such a good wolf," she murmured. "Let me get a good look at you."

A few more licks was all it took to get me slipping out, and the tease of hot breath overcame any worry I had about her teeth once I was sure those lips could keep me safe. Most of the wolves I'd been with had either been less skilled or overly careful. The one human partner had made up for his lack of muzzle--and thus depth--with good use of his longer lips and thicker tongue.

Syreen, though? Syreen's tongue alone put them all to shame just from strength alone. Control, too, as she swirled that muscle around my growing length, teasing and coaxing it with slow strokes until I was fully hard.

"Very nice," she purred after pulling back far enough to examine her work.

"Probably small compared to what you'd be built for," I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

"Oh, my handsome wolf, this is plenty for me to enjoy." Her breath was the next closest thing to a sauna against my sensitive flesh. "But, if you doubt me..."

With one motion, Syreen took me effortlessly into her muzzle. That tongue cupped and then stroked my length while lips formed an imperfect seal around--damn, she's kissing my sheath! A pleased purr vibrated the flesh around mine, and my hands gripped her head, petting and stroking while she worked.

Pretty soon, that head was rising and falling, tongue swirling and lapping firmly at me. The slow pace was all that kept me from popping within a minute. Each time I thought I'd felt the best of her muzzle, another twist of the tongue or soft, slurping suckle had my toes wanting to curl as pleasure shot through my spine, sending my tail to twitching with each little surge.

I looked at the large head anchored in my lap, the fins high enough I could fit my muzzle between them if I hunched over--and given her attentions, I might end up doing just that. A week ago I'd have never imagined even a Gifted monster as a potential partner. What a failure of imagination that was.

I wondered what I could do in return. Caress her, tease more with my fingers, find what spots pleasured her--I hadn't been with a human woman, but I knew they differed from wolves. A Mizutsune would certainly be different still, even if the basic structure was there. Her slit was more apparent now. I could catch the faint glisten of her intimate fluids; she certainly seemed to be enjoying the attention she was giving me. But, what size cock would she be used to? Would I be better off slipping half my forearm in? My hands would have their work cut out for them either way, and I'd have to be attentive and creative to share pleasure in return.

A change in angle rubbed the tip of my shaft against the ridged roof of her mouth, and I moaned, caught off guard and gripping her fins. Her eyes looked up at me, and then with another rumbling purr, she repeated the motion. My hips jerked forward, and Syreen paused, then raised a clawed forepaw to guide me down onto a cushion, barely leaving my cock alone on the descent. Once I was down she held my thigh with that paw and growled around me, head angled just right so that when I lifted my hips--restrained, controlled, by her grip--I thrust into her maw.

"Fuck, Syreen," I gasped. There was no holding back after that. Her head bobbed as I moved, picking up the pace, fucking me just as much as I was fucking her muzzle. My toes_were_ curling now, my shield arm tiring from gripping her head, so I dropped it to hold the paw on my thigh while my other hand gripped her head; no amount of pulling could budge Syreen if she didn't want to move so I just used it to beg along with my cracking voice: "More, faster... deeper... Fuck, Syreen, you're... please, I need..."

Mizutsunes must not have a knot, as Syreen slowed when mine started to grow. I whined and squirmed when her tongue explored it. I wanted to say I'd tell her later but I was past words, having not even masturbated and then being teased and then the after-fight endorphins all rendering me just a needful bundle of squirming instincts.

Once again, Syreen took me all in: bottom lips brushing my tightened balls, tense tongue stroking my shaft, the ridges rubbing my sensitive tip, and then that tongue was longer than I thought because the end of it curled_around_ my knot--

"Fffuck!" I cried, hips pushing until Syreen practically had to pin me to the cushion, which only redoubled the hot, lustful peak of my pleasure--something to explore later, it seemed. Syreen made a sound as my seed painted the inside of her muzzle, and she swallowed around me, motions growing slower but firmer like she was milking me for every drop. So I gave it, as much as I could give, until I was reduced to a panting, shaking, wolf-shaped mess of a male, probably with my tongue lolling out though I was too far gone to notice, let alone care.

After the exertions of the day, it was so very tempting to just slip right into sleep. Somehow, I summoned the will to stay conscious.Syreen needs you next. My chest heaved as I caught my breath. She chuckled and gave me a few more slow licks, drawing out my pleasure to the brink of discomfort and blessedly stopping short. After a few moments the motions became soothing, cleansing, though my knot would have very much preferred being tied. I didn't think that was feasible given her size, but, why not try at some point?

"That was amazing," I breathed, once I could form words again. I'd probably been mumbling something a few times while I returned to my senses. "Best hunter's reward ever."

Syreen smirked, then frowned, licking her lips. "One moment." She leaned over to a small barrel of water and took a long draught from it. There was a sort of harness nearby--for carrying water, I realized. Handy.

"Sorry," she said on returning. "I, um. Enjoyed everything, but..."

Ah. "I don't prefer the taste either, honestly."

"More so the texture. Too... never mind, I shouldn't be rude."

"It's fine, really. Next time I'll know to finish elsewhere--if there is a next time?"

The smile returned. "Oh, I don't think I'm done enjoying you, my brave hunter."

I guided that wide head onto my chest; we were both a bit wary of the weight, but I could support enough of it to be mutually comfortable, after a little experimentation. My hands played over those lovely fins, and Syreen purred softly, relaxing into my touches.

"Sorry," I said, realizing time was going by. "I should help you, next. Rude of me not to."

"No rush," she replied. I could feel her jaw and throat moving atop my body; the Gift of Speech really was a gift. "I'm certainly ready whenever you are, but I don't want to be selfish."

I leaned up enough to plant a kiss above her snout. "I appreciate it. Give me a minute and I'll see what I can do about giving_you_ a reward, too."

Syreen's purr was strong yet soothing, so I sat up to avoid drifting off. Scattered thoughts of my earlier ideas for that_reward_ went through my head. It wouldn't hurt to ask for guidance; Syreen knew her body better than I did, species difference notwithstanding. Still, I had an idea or two.

"Okay," I said, tracing a finger along the edge of her jawline. "Time to be a bit intimidated and see what my hands can do."

Sure enough, Syreen's fins folded back. "You don't have to be intimidated--"

I shushed her and coaxed the fins up again with my hands. "You say that like a little intimidation doesn't excite me. Why would I be a hunter if I didn't get a thrill from big challenges?"

Syreen snorted and licked my sheath. "Well then, hunter, show me how you handle a big, strong beast."

I grinned and slipped my way down her body, trailing my fingers over scales with enough pressure for my partner to feel it. A shiver was my reward as I maneuvered down to her hind legs. Syreen spread them again and rolled onto her back, though I noticed she was careful of the broad fins there. As before, I teased over the scutes. This time I knew what to expect.

The slit was still visible. Even before I brought my fingers there, her glistening inner flesh was on display between the slightly parted lips. She hadn't been joking about being ready. I still teased to start, massaging around her slit and spreading it further, before I slipped my fingers in again. Three found her entrance and explored, slipping in with only a small amount of work.Fuck, she's so hot inside. Even slicker than before, too, enough that I could push the three digits in and out, maybe even add a fourth.

At least, until she tightened almost enough to hold my fingers in place.

I sat on her tail again and explored. The ring of muscle at her entrance relaxed after a moment, letting me delve a little deeper. My fingertips found what felt like a firmer ridge of flesh, right about where the top of my knot would sit. Something to stimulate a male Mizutsune? I hadn't seen one to compare. In my periphery I saw her chest moving with breath and those azure eyes watching me keenly.

After being able to slip all four fingers in and not feel as if I was stretching her, I'd been proven right about feeling intimidated. She was definitely built for something larger than me. I wondered if even knot-fucking her would be enough--not that I wasn't tempted to try it.Fuck. She was goddamn beautiful.

Purple fur brushed my thighs again as her hind legs shifted, and I remembered to ask: "Hey, does your bubblefoam make good, you know, lubricant?"

Syreen blinked. "For sex? No," she said. "It tends to get... sudsy, and dries me out."

I leaned in to smell her nethers. Much richer, both woody and a little tart--and was that a hint of something besides flowers? Ginger, maybe? Far from disagreeable. Some fluid was being pushed out above my fingers. Throwing caution to the wind, I swiped my broad, flat tongue over her folds. Somewhat tangy, slick, a few other flavors--or maybe that was just my nose still interpreting her scent.

With no reason to object, I gave her a longer and slower lick.

And another.

Syreen's purred moan was music to my ears. Under my rump and between my thighs, her tail shifted, the muscles flexing each time I curled my fingers or licked. I brought my other hand up to explore her outer folds under the slit, searching for her pleasure spot. My other hand was in her past the knuckles. The size difference really did drive home just how much bigger Syreen really was: there was no way we'd be normally compatible.

Then again, the surest way to lose to a large monster was to give up.

"Where do you want me to focus?" I asked, finding what I thought might be the right spot from the way she quivered when I caressed it. "More inside you, outside, firmer, faster or slower?"

"Rub what you just touched," she murmured, a little breathless. "A little quicker there while you lick me, slower inside... yes, and you can curl your fingers..."

The first time I tried, I had to tense my hand up when the squeezing of muscles made me worry my hand would get squished. Thankfully it was just tight, not constricting, and I explored inside her while licking and rubbing with my other hand.

A low croon came from above me once I started figuring it out. My heart thudded at the feeling of those trunk-like hind legs twitching; all it would take was one wrong move and she could fold me in any number of directions. I trusted Syreen to at least warn me if things got out of hand. Unless that happened, I had a large, strong creature on her back, where she moaned wordless encouragement as I had my hand inside and my tongue on her.

So very hot.

I figured I had the rhythm down with my one hand, so I focused on strokes and licks. My nose was rich with her scent, the heady aroma already translating to 'pleasure' in my mind. So, I put passion into my tasting, and she whined and shivered and squirmed. I could tell she was tensed up all over, trying to restrain herself, trying not to hurt me.

My heart warmed. My smile, however, was probably devious.Holding back, are we?

I wasn't stupid--well, not so stupid I wouldn't take precautions, anyway. My arms and fingers were feeling the exertion, so I scooted back and leaned forward, taking some pressure off my arms to also hold me up. I still kept myself braced on her hips and tail. If she made any enthusiastic moves, I didn't want my nose bruised or battered, or to accidentally bite my tongue. With a push of effort that probably wasn't wise, I got my hand in, thumb and all, almost to the wrist.

"Hnnh! Oh, Genbi," Syreen gasped, eyes closing. The end of her tail lashed back and forth, knocking a wayward pillow across the rug. It was adorable and so very arousing how her claws pawed at the air. "Be careful, I..."

As soon as she relaxed I pushed in deeper. Sure enough, I felt a rippling tension of motion in her core and then around and under me. She shivered, and I rubbed faster until her control broke and her hips rose up under me. Her eyes opened wide and locked on me, looking for discomfort.

Instead, I met her gaze and grinned while moving myself with the slow roll of her hips. "Don't be afraid to move, as long as it isn't sudden," I said, and then dove back on her.

At first, I didn't do much more than tease with my breath, waiting for her to find a rhythm. As she regained control and then surrendered some of it, I matched her motions, loving the way she squirmed against my body and drenched my muzzle and panted lustily as I pleasured her. I could feel my own cock out again, nearly fully hard and brushing her tail. Could she feel that? My wrists were starting to ache. Such a big gal, so much pleasure to give...

Taking a page from her book, I growled, making sure my tongue carried the vibration. It taught me that a Mizutsune could mewl rather adorably.

"Close," she gasped.

My fingers and arms were starting to burn. I pushed forward. No time to quit. I swirled my tongue around her pleasure spot, quickly rubbing around it with my fingers, slowing only to let her relax so I could curl my fingers again--except the next squeeze was so firm, I had to pull them into an extended fist. That got her trembling, grinding against me, and I growled again, and again.

"Genbi, I'm... Gen..."

I braced myself--no telling how hard she'd buck her hips if she lost control--and moaned against her as she started to arch, her words lost to a sonorous and unmistakable cry.

A rush of fluid squeezed past my hand and over half my arm, the limb very much held hostage by her inner walls clenching and rippling. Even as larger as she was, how would that feel on my cock? A twist and squirm caught me off guard, bumping my nose again, my arm starting to ache from being worked over. So very worth it to feel her release all that tension, to help her do it, and ride to the end of her climax with her.

"Such a mess," I purred as her head fell back on a cushion, both our chests rising and falling. At this rate it would be a tossup whether the fight or this would leave me more sore the next morning.Worth it. What seemed like a little rivulet of her juices were still coming out, and, why not? I liked the taste enough. I slowly lapped at the ones I could reach while I worked on inching half my forearm out of her. "Let it all out, Syreen, there you go."

"Haaah," she said, or tried to say. I watched for any discomfort as I gave a few more slow licks, not wanting to push her sensitivity. "Genbi..."

I chuckled. She looked like I'd felt after she did the same for me. It took a few moments before I was able to slowly extricate my very soaked hand.

"I needed that," Syreen finally managed. Her head turned enough to look at me. "... I did make a mess, didn't I?"

"I'll only complain if it dries in my fur." I gave her a few last licks and then moved up to cuddle her--or figure out how, given she_was_ quite large. Her forepaws crossed over me and held me to her chest, where I could feel her strong, slowing heartbeat. "Don't need a bath yet, though."

"We can in a few minutes," she murmured, curling around me a little. "Ahh..."

"That good?" I said, a little surprised.

"Well... It's been a while." Her fins folded back a moment before fanning out again. "Though you did far more than I thought you would."

I grinned. "I did say you deserved an award."

Syreen chuckled. "You did. Thank you." Her head turned, and I looked up to see her eyeing my half-mast cock. "Speaking of rewards, looks like you're about ready for another one."

"I, ah, may have enjoyed giving yours."

"Oh?" Her eyes roamed. "Did you..."

"Just a little excited, no finish," I said, and patted her paw. "Like you said, no rush."

Her muzzle touched between my ears. "I don't mind giving you a second round, you know."

"Mm. I'm also a bit, uh, worn out after the fight. Not as much energy as I'd like. I just need a few minutes."

That lovely tongue teased over my ears, one then the other. "Don't push yourself on my account, Genbi."

"I'm pushing myself because you look amazing, feel amazing, smell and taste amazing, and if I were any less responsible I'd want us to fuck until we pass out."

A shiver ran down her body under me. "That does sound fun. Maybe we quit with just enough energy to clean up before we hibernate?"

"Sounds like a plan."

It didn't take long for one of her paws to sneak down and caress me. Syreen had a surprising amount of dexterity and care even with the long claw on each digit. Slow, warm strokes with the softer hide between foredigit and thumb had me erect in moments, though she didn't do more than idly tease. I figured I had enough in me for one more round, at least.

The question was, repeat what worked, or get experimental?

"I wouldn't mind trying something new," Syreen said when I posed the question aloud. "I might have an idea."

"I'd love to hear it."

She released my chest from the other paw. "I'm thinking you between my legs so you can put this lovely length in me until we make another mess together."

I licked my lips and grinned. "I like it. Though," I said, on second thought, "I'm a good bit smaller, I wouldn't want you to feel unsatisfied."

Syreen's soft snort ruffled my head fur. "I won't lie that you are smaller. But. If I was unsatisfied, I wouldn't be courting you, let alone suggesting more fun." The tongue traced my ear again, slower. "If watching and feeling your pleasure isn't enough," she murmured, "then I can catch up until we're both sharing pleasure."

There really wasn't much I could argue against that. I checked my breath real quick. "There's something else I want to try, if you're open to it?" I turned, careful about kneeling or leaning too much weight on her chest, and brought my muzzle close to hers.

"Go ahead," Syreen whispered, breath warm and pleasantly neutral-smelling on my face.

I touched our muzzles together, reaching up to hold her head. Humans tended to like a lot of lip motion, which wasn't quite feasible with either of us, so I was glad to kiss more wolf-style. My tongue brushed her lips, and when Syreen followed my lead our tongues met and mingled between us.

"That was nice," she said when we parted. "I haven't really done that before."

"I'll just have to teach you," I replied, and she followed my lead as I closed the gap again. This time I parted my muzzle and canted my head, letting our mouths press together better and our tongues more easily meet. Syreen was a quick learner, and soon my breath was picking up, a needful tingle in my sheath from the passion flaring between us.

"I want to do that more. Later." Syreen half-guided, half-carried me to the ground, and directed me towards her hindquarters once again. "Right now, we have a mess to make."

"Aye-aye, ma'am." My hand played over scales, fur, and scutes on the way down until I was, once again, atop her tail and between those thick legs.

And looked at Syreen, up and down.

Truth be told, I was still somewhat intimidated. Knowing that she was longer than tall, and much of that in the neck and tail, didn't change the very real perception that she was at_least_ four times my size. I'd known her for less than a week. Not that I hadn't jumped into bed once or twice with people I'd known for a time span measured in minutes, but...Have I gone mad? Or worse, is this all just a fever dream as an Astalos tears me apart?

I brought my fingers down to play with her slit.Eh, not much I can do if that's the case. Might as well enjoy it--especially if it is real. No sense worrying about the future when there was work to do in the present. 'Work' being getting my dick wet with a talking Mizutsune.

Well, I'd had weirder days.

... No, I hadn't, but the sex so far _had_been worth it.

"So," I said, breaking the silence once Syreen leaned her head on a large cushion, watching me eagerly. "Do you want me to tease and warm you up, or dive right in? Slow, fast?"

"Warm up enough for both of us to get ready... and then I'll decide when I want to go from slow to fast," she replied, thick tail flexing a little under me.

"You got it." I put my hands to work as I had before, though with a little extra knowledge this time around. It didn't take long for her to get swollen and wet. Or for me to get hard again. "Out of curiosity, how many times_could_ you fuck until you passed out?"

Syreen's body shuddered under me with her laughter. "I really do love the idea, in abstract. Right now, maybe... two or three more times before I won't want to move for a day? You?"

"I'd really be pushing it after this. That fight was even more strenuous than I thought it would be."

"If you do need to change pace or position, please do let me know. I'm sure despite our differences we can be... flexible."

I brought the less messy of my hands up to my chin and mock-pondered it. "I'm not convinced, Syreen. We may have to experiment."

She huffed. "I suggest starting now. Your cock in me."

"How can I say no to that?"

Her slit was wet and barely needed my touch to spread and reveal her inner folds and entrance. I tried to figure out the best way to mount her. Staying more or less on my knees and leaning forward should do the trick, though given the width of her tail I'd probably need to brace my feet at some point for proper leverage if we got more passionate. Which we certainly would, I realized, as I slipped the tip of my cock between the soft edges of her slit. So very_warm,_ and slicker than before; I wanted to just bury myself in one thrust. I held back, considering possible positions if we wanted to spice things up. A matronly yet sensual Wyverian had taught me quite a few things...

My thoughts came back to the bewitching partner below me. I pushed in until I found her entrance, then past it, groaning as her heat surrounded me. Worries about the fit weren't unfounded. Then she clenched her muscles, and it was hard to tell the difference from my usual size of partner. I brought the hand I didn't need for stability down to rub her directly, seeking out a spot on that firm mound under her slit that seemed--

Syreen whined, clenched, and her tail squirmed almost enough to slip me out of her. "Sorry," she said, a little breathless. "Sensitive. Good sensitive, just strong."

Once I'd pressed our hips together again, I traced around the edges of her slit. "So what I'm hearing is, at some point I'm going to put my tongue and fingers there and see how wild I can drive you?"

Syreen shivered, though her expression seemed a mix between elation and a wince. "Well, too much too fast and it's over too quickly to really enjoy it."

"Fair," I said, pondering. Then I grinned as I brushed over that sensitive nub. "So... Tease you for a while, get you good and needy." I leaned forward and pushed enough to grind our hips together. The pressure on and around my sheath was, admittedly, rather nice. I added another slow, teasing rub. I'd need to make sure she got as much pleasure as I did, if not more.

"Ah, Genbi, you..." Her fins folded back and she looked away, and was that a tinge of pink in them? Was she_blushing?_ "You, ah. Might have to tie me down for that."

I raised a brow. "I didn't know you were into that. I mean, I'm not judging, I can indulge you."

"No, not like that. Though if, maybe getting caught in something and thanking my rescuer, or a naughty monster being caught by a hunter and needing, I don't know, discipline, or relief... um. I normally don't think about these things, but..."

I probably had the most wolfish of grins." You don't have to justify anything, Syreen. Something like that could be_really_ fun--I don't know if you can feel, but I'm throbbing at the thought of getting more creative."

The corners of her mouth lifted. "I thought so."

My fingertips teased her button, getting a squirm and a moan, distracting us for a moment. "Out of curiosity," I said once I'd recovered from the surge of pleasure at the sudden clench, "why the bindings then? No, it's okay, I won't judge."

Syreen's fins slowly folded back out and she glanced at me. "... I'm worried if I'm that worked up, I... may not be completely in control of myself. I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you."

I nodded, connecting the dots despite the haze of lust over my mind. Or maybe it helped. "So, not so much you like being restrained, but you want to be safe in case you go out of your mind with lust and pleasure?"

"Yes," she murmured, her passage even more wet. "I'm doing a lot to control myself like this, don't--"

"I trust you," I said, cutting in. "At least, enough to know your limits."

Her smile returned, wider. "Thank you."

"So," I said, moving my hips in and out, feeling the pleasure slowly building. "Now I'm stuck imagining how much more pleasure I can give you when we can be safe doing it." I lifted one knee up against her thigh, angling my hips to stay inside her at a decent angle. My fingers picked up the pace.

"Not to say you're not doing good now," she said, shivering.

"Part of me still can't believe I'm able to do this," I said, though a twinge in my leg and abdomen threatened to prove me wrong. "So--nnh--a hunter catching a Mizutsune, hmm? Males are usually the aggressive ones during mating season, that's, it's usually when we have to drive them off or catch and relocate..." I drifted off, slowing my thrusts, realizing that might be a bad topic for several reasons.

"I'm not a male, so you're not offending me," she said.

"Stop me if I go too far, though."

"Of course. Don't stop now, though. Yes..."

I focused on keeping up my steady pace while rubbing her, and her hips were starting to move too. Her inner walls had texture to them, and what felt like slightly firm ridges or ribs stroked the top of my shaft.

"Maybe," I said, panting a little, "I get called out to deal with a captured Mizutsune with the Gift... um, do you deal with, you know, heat cycles?"

"About the same time as males," she replied, lifting her tail a little when I started to slip. "Some seasons are worse than others."

"Right, so, this is the worst year she's ever had, she_needs_ a partner or she'll go mad with lust... and what's a hunter to do but solve the problem?"

Syreen's breath came in a whine as she trembled around me, the next clench seeming to pull me deeper--and I knew I wasn't in danger of bottoming out, so I could go as deep as I liked.

"You're so wet," I growled, "like I imagine she would be when she needs sating."

"Mmmh. Maybe this Mizutsune would have to reward the hunter for helping her..."

"Or--ow, sorry, let me switch legs, not the best position. Um. Maybe it's a challenge, like, let me inspect you, hunter, show you're virile enough to breed me."

Another shiver, another rippling squeeze around my cock. I focused on that spot of pleasure so she could ride the wave. "You don't want to waste your seed outside me, so--oh, what if, we could trade off giving pleasure, build our lust, our need..."

I felt hot under my fur. A good heat. "Fuck, Syreen, imagine us dripping for each other, even more than now, seeing how far we can go until we can't stop ourselves."

"Yes. I want... sorry." She'd raised her hips and I'd slipped back onto her tail, almost,_almost,_landing very poorly. Not to mention I'd slipped out of her again. "Would--ah! Wait. Another position, be easier?"

I pulled my hand away from her slit, though I did give it a slow lick while I thought. She, of course, squirmed at the show.Good. "My arms are getting tired, too, I hate to say." I used my other hand to tease her slit while I rubbed myself, not wanting the mood to vanish.

She glanced at me, then at herself, then back. "... Maybe if I lay on my side?"

I blinked. "Your legs... oh, maybe. Worth a shot."

It took a little work for me to comfortably straddle her thigh, at least until Syreen brought pillows into the equation. My cock kept bumping her slit, which was a good sign, especially as I slipped a finger back in. There still wasn't enough room with her other leg; I thought it might not work after all, then she raised her tail and leg both, giving me plenty of access.

While I couldn't rub her button as freely without twisting my wrist, she was loose--flexible--enough around my cock that I could rub more directly on her, and I could feel her every twitch and tremble all the more clearly. Such a little thing, but I liked it. Judging by the sounds she made, so did she.

"I like the feel of your fur," she murmured, one paw reaching down to caress me.

"I wasn't sure you'd feel me through these," I said, sliding my fingers over one of her scutes.

"Warm, soft... though not where it counts," she purred as she squeezed me. Then, her voice turned low and sultry: "Now. Where were we?"

I shivered. "Sharing pleasure," I said, and put my fingers to work again.

The voice wasn't just for show. Her hips rolled against me the first time I bottomed out, and her inner walls tightened around me at the same time. When I made a rather agreeable noise, she did it again, following my pace as I picked up speed. Before long we were both panting as we mated rather more easily than before. Embracing me with such heat, such mess, more than I should be able to handle but_mine to enjoy..._

The angle and effort I put in to rub her meant I was getting more friction, more pressure, especially around the base of my cock. On top of that, the thought of all her strength and size working with me for our pleasure had my breath catching in my throat each time I looked over her body. She was squirming and shuddering as she matched my pace, and very nearly pushing me back on my rump from her firm pushes and grinding.

"More," she gasped, and the thick tip of her tail thumped the rug while her leg muscles went taut, trembling like she was holding back from clenching them around me. Because she was.

Too late, I realized just how far she'd gone--how far I'd helped bring her in my eagerness to make up for my shortcoming. Silly to expect we'd finish at the same time, but I'd had a hope.Do I stop? Slow down, let her catch her breath?

"Genbi, I'm... aah!" Her walls spasmed around me, tugging, milking. A rush of her juices made a further mess of us. It was just barely enough to get the base of my cock tingling, that tell-tale sign it wouldn't be long before it started swelling. Meanwhile, I kept myself pressed to Syreen, wanting her to enjoy every moment even though I was behind. Her muzzle was open and eyes squeezed shut while her fins flushed with pink and purple.So beautiful.

The tremors soon subsided and she went slack enough that I worried, for a moment, that her leg would come flopping down atop me. It did come down, just to my side, slow enough that I could move. Half of me was still in her slit, the tip in her entrance. I tried not to give a shiver of my own. She needed a minute to catch her breath.

When she had a good start, she chuckled. "I did... warn you," she said, shifting under him in a languid, careful stretch. "Sensitive."

I smiled and patted her side. "I got a little eager."

"I'm not complaining." She purred, though the noise trailed off as her head angled to eye him. "Oh, you need to finish. I can use my muzzle... or. Or you can keep rutting me..."

I shrugged, though the suggestion had me throbbing. "I can wait if you'd be too uncomfortable."

"Mm, I can handle it. Your turn, hunter. Let me try something." She guided me back and around her tail, switching sides, and raised the leg I'd been sitting on. Her hips were angled more this time along with a hiked tail to brace herself. "Take me."

Who was I to turn down that offer? My cock abandoned any thought of going soft as I slipped it back into her hot grip, and at first I went slow, just in case she was more sensitive than she thought.

Evidently she could read the concern on my face or the hesitance in my motions. A large forepaw tapped my rump. "Go at your pace. Rut me, hunter, let me feel your passion."

Lust thus rekindled, I gave a strong push and our hips met with a wet_slap._ The juices that had run onto her thigh now coated my belly and chest. Her scent was rich in my nose, inescapable, becoming synonymous with the pleasure rising as I set a strong, steady pace.

"Good," came her approving murmur. My tail wagged and I couldn't spare a thought to stop it. She lifted her leg a little higher. As my knot started to swell, she started clenching again each time I bottomed out. More and more my rhythm broke as I stayed buried, seeking that tightness my instincts demanded from a proper tie. She hummed as I tried to breathe evenly, forcing myself to pull back each time I bottomed out. "Ah, you need..."

All my attempts at self-control, feeble as they were, fell apart as she growled and rather deliberately bore down on me while clenching around my cock--especially my knot, the thick bulb flaring to its full size from the surge of velvety pressure around it.

"Do it, Genbi, finish in me, mark me like I marked you, let me hear you enjoy it..."

Well, fuck, I can't stop now. The pleasure became all-consuming, thoughts of holding back washed away, my back arching, hips pushing forward, my knot feeling very much stuck inside her and she squeezed around me...

"Aaaahaaaah--"

"Good, good wolf, let it out, breed me," Syreen purred, the words probably registering amid the rushing in my ears but I was too far gone to care, not that I ignored her. No, I stiffened, shook, waves of tension crested and then came the hot, thick spurts of my seed into her depths, imagining I was filling her up, her low purr only adding to the ecstasy, and then her walls rippled and pulled another spurt came as I tensed again, trying not to writhe too much because it felt like she had a solid grip on my knot, so hot, so_tight_, and I wanted all of it, I was making a mess in her and I just wanted more, even though the throbbing was fading I felt like if I moved more, grinded against her, I could draw it out...

I let myself relax and just breathed hard, enjoying the pleasure as it ebbed. I didn't want to pass out. Syreen's slippery juices made a mess of my loins, my balls, our thighs, really just about everywhere. I added to it by easing my knot out when she relaxed--much as I wanted to stay in her, my back and thighs were starting to cramp from holding myself still.

Fuck, we'd gotten all over each other. And I had to admit, I sort of loved it.

"Looks like you've marked me," I murmured, swirling some of her juices on, and in, my fur. Sort of a shame I couldn't muster up more endurance, though once I'd recovered and got a potion or two...

... Was I really thinking of repeatedly rubbing, licking, and feeling her up until I was basically covered in her scent?

I was. The idea didn't exactly make me hard again or anything, but, it seemed a lot more intriguing than it should. I could still feel it dripping.So much.

"Marking you," Syreen murmured, her eyes on me, and she shivered as her nostrils flared. "You certainly do smell like me, now."

I grinned, giving one of my fingers a lick. The taste was growing on me. "I'm not sure where that idea came from."

"I... hadn't really considered it before. But you'd talked about scent being important, and it feels like, I think, like a sign you really want our, ah, intimacy."

"I do," I said, and I reached up and patted her neck. "Proper scent marking isn't really something wolves do--well, I think_some_ do it, but it's seen as either an old tradition or really eccentric?" I licked my muzzle, tasting him, and chuckled. "Not to say I don't mind. And it was pretty fun."

She glanced away, pink tinging her fins, but they didn't fold back. "... you might have awakened a desire or two in me."

"Like I said, we'll have to experiment. If you want, of course."

"I do. If you want to keep... this isn't the best time for deep discussion, but, would you consider staying a few more days? I wouldn't want to interfere with your duties, of course."

I extricated myself enough to turn and put one foot on the ground, letting me rest on her furred chest and better meet her gaze. "I mean, I don't even have to report the quest complete yet, though I'd have to let them know I'm staying in the field either way. The exact text of the bill was that you needed help defending your territory."

"And dealing with a hostile monster," Syreen said. "Which we did."

"We did," I said, stroking my fingers through her fur, "but, I imagine you want to reestablish what the Astalos took? Or at least part of it? I don't want to sound like I'm inviting myself, or anything."

"I did invite you, though." Syreen's head dipped to nuzzle between my ears. "It wouldn't hurt to have a hunter helping me patrol, share meals... explore how much pleasure we can give each other..."

I grinned and leaned up, kissing her. From the way she licked my muzzle, she could taste herself on me. My loins stirred, though I knew if I went again I'd pass out afterwards with an even more thorough mess drying in my fur.

"Much as I like having your scent on me," I said, moving to stand and already feeling some stiffness and soreness setting in, "why don't we go wash off? I could use some food and a nap. Maybe not in that order."

"A good idea," she replied, carefully standing and stretching while I gathered a towel, disc of soap, and brush.

At her suggestion we went a little ways upstream to find a quiet flow that went from shallow at one end to neck-deep near the other. A short ways from us I could see what looked like a shallow marsh. A couple insects danced around in the early afternoon sun. She helped bathe me, not that I was going to complain. I helped in return with fur and some of her scales. The water was still chilly when I dove in to rinse, at least until I nestled up to Syreen's comforting warmth. If anything, the brisk flow kept me from nodding off under the warmth of the sun.

Despite her earlier boast, Syreen's fins were drooping somewhat when we returned, and only our growling stomachs kept us from falling asleep right away. More smoked meat along with some sort of vegetable mix sated one need. Consciousness abandoned us once we had a nest of cushions and found a comfortable position to cuddle.

Aside from pleasure and good company, her scent was taking on another meaning.

Safe.

---

"Here, set your pack down on this rock. Your outerwear, too."

I did so, and worked some lingering soreness out of my muscles and joints. We'd napped through the entire afternoon and evening, woken only for bodily needs and the occasional change of position. A rich, hot dinner made for a relaxing evening of idle conversation--bits of our pasts, thoughts of the future--and I'd helped her stretch and put on ointments to ease our strains and light injuries. A good night's sleep had helped further. We'd shared a slow, gentle coupling after a morning meal.

Now, she wanted to show me something near where we'd bathed.

"This is something of a favorite spot of mine," Syreen said, "and you'll see why in a moment. Come here, please."

"Sure," I said, stepping out into the water with her. It looked to be ankle-deep at most, and fairly thick with grasses. I hadn't gotten a good look the previous day at the channels of the marsh weaving through a few standing rocks. "Hopefully there's no leeches."

"I had one under a scale once, bubblefoam made quick work of it. So, if it weren't for the rocks this would have been an even better place to fight the Astalos. The shallow water is_perfect_ for sliding around. Anyway, I wanted to answer a question you had earlier."

"It does look nice," I said, studying the lightly waving grasses. My ears flicked towards a bird call in one of the nearby trees. I stroked over Syreen's scales and fur. "What was the question?"

Too late, I looked back to Syreen to see a wide grin on her muzzle. I saw the sheen on her purple fur, from chest to the tail that had coiled halfway around us, cutting off my route back to 'shore.' I felt the slickness on my hand, the change in the water under us.

The first bubbles formed as I dug my feet in, reaching out to brace myself on the only solid surface nearby: the scales of a deviously chuckling Mizutsune.

My hand slid off. A nudge from her hips had me step without thinking, and I found I had no footing. Everything was turning to slippery suds, made worse because unlike the trails I'd practiced against, the perpetrator was still right there with me.

"You devious--" I started, only to finally slip from one more gentle push. I didn't dare grab the fins, and the scales held no purchase for one of my hands. Especially when Syreen pushed herself into a lazy, effortless circle around me. I splashed into the water... not so much water, now, it was all bubbles. The suds drew into my fur and flaunted even the idea of friction. All I could do was flail around, thankful that the inches of water wouldn't submerge me. Getting it on my face would be annoying.

"The question was, 'I'm going to get bubblefoamed, aren't I?' You_did_ lose our little bet, after all..." The long claws on her paws gave her purchase I couldn't hope for, easily guiding those graceful movements around me--which also spread the damn bubbles even further. "You have a cleanser in that pack, right?"

I had lost the bet, it was true. Despite the mirth there was a glimmer of something else in Syreen's eyes, something about the way she held her fins. Concern? It was one thing to make a silly bet like this, but entirely another to actually do it.

I smiled, and tried to shift onto my knees. "I do." Maybe I could scoot my way across, somehow. The foam was even worse than trying to move on glaze ice.

"You should probably get it," she said, grin returning in force, "or I'll be having fun with my wolf for quite a while." That yellow tongue brushed my lips, then her paw nudged me until I was skidding slowly on my butt.

"You're on," I said, figuring out how to brace myself until the next 'attack' came. Syreen wasn't moving as fast as I'd seen during practice, let alone the fight. This was all just for fun. Not that I didn't plan on grabbing that bottle at the first chance I got.

After all, the surest way to lose to a large monster was to give up.