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Ransom. Ransom. Ransom.

One word. One name repeated over and over in perpetuity in my head. It's what drove me forward, crawling across this ice cavern toward the man I love. His scent filled my nose with each step, pulling me like an anchor.

Once I was within arm's length, Ransom pulled me close to his body. I couldn't help embracing him. I was worried I'd lost him forever. Thank the spirits he's alive. I don't know what I would do if I lost him.

"Oh, Ransom," I cried, pushing my muzzle under his. Ransom shuddered against me. "I'm here, Ransom. I'm really here." I stroked his chest to comfort him. I don't know how long we stayed like this; it could've been minutes or an hour, it didn't matter. I would've stayed like this for however long Ransom wanted--anything to comfort him, but right now, I was worried about his health.

It took some convincing to get him to follow us back to our camp. He was glued to this spot in disbelief, as if my presence wasn't real. I was here though; I hadn't died . . . well . . . I almost did.

Shiva and I carried him back at a slow pace. Ransom hadn't said a word the entire way back. He simply clung to me. We had to stop several times to let the coyote rest. He was severely malnourished--more so than usual, so he was weak. It took us a couple of days to find him, so he probably hadn't eaten since the night he found me.

We found a stump for us to rest on. "Here," I said, handing Ransom his flask. He took it without question, taking a deep swig. He really shouldn't drink alcohol in his condition, but it was all I had on me right now, and the whisky will help warm him up a bit.

I took his paws and brought them to my lips before blowing hot breaths on them. "Feel better?" I asked.

Again, he remained silent. I wish I knew what was going on in his head right now. He's been in this catatonic state before, and I've been able to pull him out of it. This, though . . . felt different. I hope I can bring him out of it.

"We better go," Shiva said. "It looks like the weather might pick up."

I sighed. I was too tired to walk, and I'm sure Ransom felt the same, if not more so. We had to get going, though. I gritted my teeth and stood up, taking Ransom with me. "Come on, let's go."

Ransom remained still before caressing my cheek, pressing into my fur. "Okay," Ransom answered at last, coming out of his state. "Thank you, Shiva, Puck."

I was busy in Ransom, and I's tent. I examined his body for any wounds or problems. My fingers gingerly roamed his body, searching for any signs of illness or discomfort. He had a nasty, wet cough. Quickly searching in my bag, I handed him some medicine that'll help with his coughing.

I heard him sniff it before saying, "It smells horrible." He pressed the vile back into my paw childishly.

"And it'll taste just as bad, but it'll help, so drink up." I took his paw and guided it to his muzzle.

"I don't want to," he said stubbornly, trying to push my paw away.

"Take it," I said sternly. "Either you do it willingly, or I'll force you to."

Ransom gave a dry laugh. "I'd like to see you try," he said under his breath before having another coughing fit.

I threw my paws up in exasperation. "What will it take for you to take care of yourself, Ransom?" Need I remind him I could probably push him over right now with little ease? The lack of food and his body's condition meant he had no strength to fight back. Wishful thinking, I know, but it was entertaining to think about.

"Fine, Ma," he said before downing the liquid. He made an unpleasant sound as he handed it back.

Now with that out of the way, I could finish my examination. His fingers were, unfortunately, horribly frostbitten, so I applied an ointment that I had to heat up to help return blood flow to his fingers and help warm them.

"Shit, Puck, that's hot," Ransom grumbled, trying to snap his fingers away until I gave him a fierce glare.

At least, I think I did.

"Sorry," I apologized begrudgingly. "But I have to save your fingers before you lose them_."_ It was hard to keep the tone out of my voice. Such a stubborn coyote.

After that, Ransom went quit for a while. He flinched every time I treated a new wound. I remained quiet to focus on fixing him; I didn't want him to know how upset I was. The air around us felt thick with unspoken words. We both had a lot on our minds, and I was trying so hard not to speak my mind, to tell him how hurt I felt by his action to try and kill himself.

"Puck--," he started to say until I cut him off, knowing where this was going.

"You're a bastard," I said, and like that, I could not keep the words from spilling out--as if a rage-filled spirit had passed through me. I didn't usually swear, but when I did, he knew I was serious. "You can go to hell for what you put me through!"

"I thought you died," Ransom hissed.

"But I didn't! I left the clues around my body for you to find!" I said.

"How long have you known me, Puquanah?!" he barked. "You know I'm not a rational man!"

I flinched at his words, tucking my ears and tail back. Ransom never used my full name unless he was stressed and upset. "Don't you think I know that?!" I bellowed. I hate this angry feeling consuming me. "But I would have thought you'd have faith I'd pull through this. That I wouldn't leave you!" I turned away. I didn't want to see him. Bastard.

After five minutes of awkward silence, Ransom gave an exasperated sigh. "I know . . ." he said softly, seemingly defeated. "I'm sorry . . . I just . . . I thought I lost the most important person to me. I thought I lost everything. . ." He went silent after that. I couldn't blame him for how he felt. The amount of stress this must have put on him broke my heart. And I couldn't say I didn't feel the same when I learned he went to die. He thought he had lost me, and I prayed I hadn't lost him.

So why was I fighting him right now? I should be overjoyed he was alive, but the thought that he'd simply walk to his death because of me outweighed the happiness I felt. Not to mention how it would affect Shiva if she had lost both of us.

When Ransom's paw reached for him, I instinctively clasped this, and he pulled me against him. He pressed his face against my shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," his voice cracked with each word, and he sobbed against me. "But, please, don't ever do that again." This is probably the first time I've seen _this_vulnerable. It helped soften the anger I felt.

"I'm sorry, Ransom," I said. I looked up to him before planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you."

Ransom reciprocated and deepened the kiss, pulling me onto his lap. Soon enough, our tongues pressed against each other. My paws roamed his body, being mindful of where he was hurt. I panted when his tongue bathed my neck, and he moaned when I licked his muzzle. I need this so badly. I needed him.

Ransom leaned back, pulling me along with him. The sudden movement caused him to yelp.

"You are, okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Yeah," he replied. "Still a bit sore, I guess. Now, where were we?" He returned to attack my tongue with his, and I melted against his touch. Our tongues and paws explored each other with deep seeded hunger. Ransom's paw slowly traveled down my body before slipping under my loincloth and touching me.

"Wait," I breathed, squirming as he played with my sheath. "You're still recovering."

"I know something that'll help alleviate some of my pain." He felt me up, stroking my cock to life.

I felt stuck. The healer side of me wanted to tell him to stop so I could finish treating him, but the other part of me wanted to be selfish. I couldn't deny I wanted it, too--especially with the direr situations we'd almost found ourselves in.

Ransom slid my sheath up and down my growing erection. His touch filled me with an intense and all-consuming fire. I wanted this . . .

So did Ransom, judging by the hardness pressed against my rear.

"Okay," I moaned while bathing his neck with my tongue. Every brush of his finger pads against my flesh sent shockwaves. His finger slid up and down my cock, paying attention to my tip and my forming knot.

He reached down and groped my sheath-covered knot. "Oh, oh!" he chuckled. "Someone's knot is already going, must be needing this."

"Shut up and fuck me," I sighed.

"In a bit," he murmured before turning us around. Now I was the one on my back.

"What--" I started to ask until he slowly kissed down my chest, past my navel, until he reached my cock. I arched my back and gasped as Ransom took me between his lips. He nursed my tip before taking me in his muzzle. Ransom didn't usually blow me unless he was in the mood for it--which rarely happened. Not that I minded. I enjoyed having his shaft against my tongue, sliding in and out of my lips.

Right now, though, it felt amazing as he licked me.

Maybe this was a sign Ransom was past the notion that being intimate or loving another man was evil or wrong, hopefully. Unfortunately, where Ransom's from, people like us would be hung for being intimate with one another. The thought of getting killed for having feelings for another man scared him straight. That, or cause them to blow their brains out. To think they would rather take their own life than suffer that torture . . . horrified me. Hell, even my own tribe had more or less shunned me when I couldn't consummate with my wife. I was restless, is what they told me. I needed to see the world to settle down.

What I needed was another man's cock in me.

I wrapped my legs around his shoulder to pull him in closer. I needed more of this feeling. I was tempted to empty myself onto his tongue. Resist, I told myself. I was getting close, and I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until he was stuffed under my tail.

Ransom chuckled, which caused his throat to vibrate against my cock. He slowed his sucking, lapping at the pre I was constantly spilling onto his tongue. He reached up and massaged my sac before playing with my trapped knot. How it hadn't popped free from all the pleasure I was feeling now, I didn't know. He continued this slow and tortuous pace before picking it back up again, taking me deeper each time.

"Ransom,please," I begged, clenching the bedroll beneath me. "I can't take much more of this." My legs tightened around him as I came close to the edge again.

Ransom slipped me out, giving my tip spars laps. "Sorry, love," he said.

I sighed. That was close.

"Straddle me," I said, patting my chest. "Now it's my turn to taste you."

"Are you sure," he asked, concerned. He reached for my paw, squeezing it gently. "I don't know. You're still healing from your wounds as well."

"Ransom," I said. "We've endured so much lately; I can handle a little discomfort. I've healed enough to take it."

Ransom was tentative at first before slowly straddling me, making sure to keep as much weight off me. A nervous scent rolled off him, making me smile--knowing how worried he was about hurting me.

I inched my nose forward, drawn to his scent. I had to taste him as much as he had me. I may be blind, but my nose knew his musky cock anywhere. I rubbed my muzzle against his shaft, brushing his tip against my lips. A drop of pre wetted my lips, and instinctually I lapped it up before wrapping my lips around him.

Ransom gave a soft moan as I lapped at the underside of his dribbling cock. Slowly he worked himself between my lips, going deeper a little each time. The sensation of him sliding on my tongue was heavenly; of course, it'll feel even more so sliding inside me. I lapped up his salty precum greedily. I couldn't get enough of his taste, wanting more with each pearl he gave me.

I gave him a few more licks before deciding he was slick enough for me to take. "Please, Ransom," I all but begged. "I can't take much more of this. I-I _need_you inside me."

Slowly Ransom got off me, and soon I heard suckling sounds before wet digits pressed against my entrance. Ransom spits some more onto his fingers before slowly working them inside me. I couldn't help but squirm as he felt around inside. When his fingers pressed against my sensitive prostate, I had to bite my finger to avoid moaning loudly.

"Yes, yes!" I whined softly, "Right there, keep doing that."

Ransom chuckled as he worked his slick fingers inside, ensuring I was nice and ready for him.

"Spirits," I exclaimed. "Ransom, I swear, if you don't fuck me right now . . . " I let my sentence trail off, implying an untold demise if he didn't do breed this instant.

Ransom gave a soft chuckle before replacing his fingers with his cock. He pressed against my tailhole, slowly nudging it.

And then he finally sank in. I gasp and grit my teeth as he slipped in. It was a minor discomfort I was willing to deal with until the mind-bending pleasure his cock would give me. I'd deal with any unpleasantries to feel this close to him.

It took a few slow thrusts until I'd adjusted to his size. So, his thrust picked up in pace, fucking me harder and faster. It didn't take long for Ransom to pinpoint my prostate. My body shuddered in pleasure, and my toes curled. I had to clamp my paw around my muzzle to keep from crying out.

"God, Puck," Ransom moaned as I tightened around him. He leaned down on pressed his lips against mine, and I moaned against his tongue in unison.

His curved tip nestled against my pleasure spot when he rolled his hips. My cock jumped and shot pre against me. "Ke-keep going," I begged. I wanted more of this feeling, more of him. The fullness of his shaft caused me, felt amazing. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him in closer. Absentmindedly, I ran my paws along his body; I knew every curve him like the back of my paw; it was so ingrained in my mind.

I . . . I . . . I . . . inwardly, I cursed my blindness. After everything that's happened to us, it was unfair that I couldn't see _him--_see his face, his eyes!--I couldn't see the man who had saved me all those years ago. By the time we'd met, my blindness had taken full effect. Everything muddled into gray, blurry shapes by the end.

Ransom's thrust picked up in pace and fierceness as he slammed into me. He reached up and held my paws in his, our fingers tightly locked together, before leaning down to kiss me. His tongue wrestled against mine, and his cock stretched me deliciously. I wished he'd stay in me forever.

Instantly, I blanched. I couldn't believe I thought that--even if it was a little true. His large member filled me with ecstasy every time he hammered into me; it was almost like a drug I couldn't stop taking. Oh, spirits, everything about him made me want more.

I broke the kiss to press my nose against his throat to breathe in his intoxicating musky scent. I gave a soft moan as I took another deep sniff.

Ransom's knot began pressing against my entrance, begging to be inside. Mine had blown to full size, pounding with pleasure. It was as if it was about to explode with how hard it was throbbing. I couldn't help but shoot copious amounts of pre onto us. With all this pleasure coursing through me--from my knot to my cock to my poor prostate--my mind felt foggy, a blank slate.

Why was I feeling this enraptured? Sex with Ransom had always felt amazing, and from the sounds he was making, he too, was in the same state of bliss. Maybe it's from the fact I almost lost the most important person in my life. I couldn't think about anything but him--the contact from his body, the cock inside me, and his scent filled me to the brim.

"Ransom!" I couldn't hold it back anymore. "Fuck me faster . . . !" With each new thrust, his knot opened me up more and more. I cried out in pleasure, feeling the air leave my body as I gave it my all. "Harder, please! I . . . I need your knot inside--tie me!" I tightened my legs around his waist and slammed his hips against mine. It was hard to do since my legs felt like jelly.

Ransom fucked me even harder and faster. He was like a beast, fucking me wildly and savagely. It left me breathless. He gave low, guttural moans each time his knot made a bit of headway. Soon, his fucking picked up the pace, trying to press his knot fully in, all while jerking me off in time with his thrust.

It felt like my whole body was being consumed with pleasure. Ransom rubbed my cock, and his tip rammed against my sensitive prostate. I shot against my stomach and chest, quivering as my cock throbbed.

Ransom wasn't too far behind as he gave one last restricted thrust as his knot ballooned to full size. He gave a low-growly moan as he spurted inside me. What I wouldn't give to see his face as he came inside me . . . .

He collapsed on top of me, and I rubbed his back. He needed this as much as I did. He turned to his side so both could lie down. With our arms wrapped around each other, we lay there in silence. No words were needed; we could just be here in the moment, enjoying the afterglow.

I gave a pitched moan as his knot tugged at me. I could still feel it throbbing inside. I buried my face into his chest to muffle my groans, taking long breaths to help calm myself down. Of course, it'd be easier if he wasn't tugging on his knot.

Ransom stroked my face. "Sorry, Puck," he said. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Guess we're stuck for a while."

I chuckled and relaxed against him. I exhausted. Sex had taken a lot out of me. Everything screamed with exhaustion, but I was happy though . . .

The sound of the winter breeze and crackling fire surrounded us. It was a pleasant ambiance that filled my ears. It peaceful--

At least, it was until oddly feminine moans broke the silence. "Shiva?" Ransom and I said at the same time. There was a pause before Ransom, and I bust out laughing, his chest heaving as he laughed. I tried to suppress my own, but the sounds we heard made it near impossible.

"Well, it's about time she took the stick out of her ass and got a good old-fashioned fucking," Ransom chuckled.

"Shhh!" I hushed. "She'll hear you." I laughed before sighing. Honestly, I felt sorry for her. She had suffered more than a person should. Her first time was sullied by a man who raped her to produce offspring, and then losing the child meant to unify the two tribes . . .

It warmed me she found someone to show her a basic need everyone craves now and then.

I was so lost in that dark thought that I hadn't noticed Ransom was still talking.

Ransom snorted. "Doubt she'll be able to hear anything with how loud those moans are."

I instantly blushed. "Yes, well, we were pretty loud, too," I commented. I buried my face into the coyote's chest, thinking about all the sounds our friends heard from our tent. Spirits, I'll _never_be able to live this down. Lord knows the dumb coyote next to me won't let me forget it, either.

"We almost died; I think we deserve to be loud," Ransom stated. He did have a point, I suppose.

After that, I didn't have much to say, silently agreeing with him. After some time, Ransom's knot had softened enough for him to pull out. "Nnnn," I grunted as I felt him slide out. I crawled to my bag to grab a cloth to clean ourselves with.

Ransom circled his arms around me after we were clean. He pulled me close to his body before signing happily. "Thank you for coming back to me," he whispered softly. He scooted down until he could rest his face against my chest.

I felt my eyes well up. "Me too," I replied, kissing his forehead. I didn't usually get to be the big spoon, and holding Ransom was almost awkward. I'll keep this memory in my heart for a long while.

It wasn't long till Ransom was sound asleep, cradled against me. I, on the other paw, was wide awake, despite being just as exhausted. At least one of us will get a good night's sleep. I wish_I could watch him as he slumbered. I can't say I can blame him. He's had a long, rough couple of days--we all have--but it was worse for Ransom. All he's had in his life is me. It _hurts to think about how all alone he felt coming here to die.

And if I had lost him, I . . . I don't know if I'd be able to handle that pain . . . .

I _couldn't--_didn't _want_to--think about that right now. This broken coyote is here with me. We made it . . .

Though I'm blind, I still have a good sense of day and night. It felt like it was mid-morning. Everyone was up by this point. Ransom and I were the only ones still in bed. I didn't care, though. I just wanted to sleep with him a little longer.

Ransom was still asleep, and I'd hate to wake him. Well . . . at least a part of him is _up--_with how his member pressed against me. I reached down and rubbed the flesh under my fingers. Ransom was lying halfway out of his sheath, and the thought of pleasuring him while he slept thrilled me.

Of course, touching him also made me hard. I breathed in his musk, causing more of me to spill out. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood to get penetrated, not with our friends walking around right outside--at least last night, everyone was in their tents. It was tempting just to have him cum in my muzzle, but even that felt tiresome right now, and I wanted to do something we'd both feel good from.

So, what could we--and then an idea struck me. I moved up until our members were touching, rubbing against him. Wrapping a paw around both of us, I slowly started stroking us. I worked my paw up and down, pressing against his cock. The feeling of him rubbing against me and the pleasure from jerking us caused my toes to curl again.

I could feel the wetness from our pre as I rubbed it against us. It caused me to me jerk faster, feeling the tension in my knot building, ballooning to full size. I buckled against Ransom, squeezing our cocks together. "Oh, spirits," I whined. Despite our pleasure night, this itch inside me returned with a vengeance. I simply couldn't get enough of Ransom's cock, and the pleasure it gave me.

It was hard to keep quiet. I had to bite my lips to keep my moans to myself, especially since everyone was awake and moving around just outside. I couldn't help but let out breathless moans, quacking my pace. I rubbed hard against the coyote's shaft, pawing faster until--

Ransom gave a strangled noise as he spurted on his stomach. I wasn't that far behind. The pressure on my cock was too much, and I came onto his still throbbing member. I panted heavily as my orgasm died down.

"Fuck Puck," Ransom breathed. "You sure know how to wake a fella." He ran a finger pad against my sensitive tip, making me shiver. He brushed a finger against my lips. It was wet and musky. When I lapped at it, I was taken aback by the taste. He must have mixed our cum together before giving it to me.

I was tempted to reach down and lick him clean. But . . . I'd rather not talk with our friends with the smell of that on my muzzle. I reach aimlessly for something to clean ourselves off before asking Ransom, "Can you find something for us to clean up."

"Sure," Ransom said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. That doesn't bode well. Sure enough, I felt that childish canine reach for my tail.

"Ransom, no!" I barked.

"Wha--it's not like I was gonna actually do it," he grumbled.

"Still not funny," I said.

"It was to me," he mumbled. He handed me a clean towel.

I went about collecting snow behind the flap of our tent and wetting the towel before cleaning us off. Unfortunately, I didn't have anything to mask the scent of our . . . recent activity. Hopefully, our friends won't notice if I keep my distance.

I couldn't stay in here all day, not really anyway. I could still smell it on me, and I'd have to go out and see my friend eventually. Just the thought of the embarrassment I'd face made me blush.

"Stay in here," I said, collecting my bag. "I'm gonna go out and see our friends."

"But I want to see them too," Ransom argued.

"No, you're still healing. Just stay inside and under the blankets." I crawled back to him to give him a lite kiss on the lips and caressed his cheek. He pressed against my palm, making me smile. "I'll be right back, I promise." With that, I clambered out into the cold morning. I bundled up my cloak and headed toward someplace dry to sit. Warmth licked my body as I sat near the fire.

"Puck . . ." Shiva said.

I looked to the direction her voice had come from. "Hey, Shiva."