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When Ahsoka woke up in a place that wasn't her personal cot on the fleet, she was immediately alert. Years of spending her nights on the front line kept her senses sharp, forbidding a moment of leisure even in slumber. The ground beneath here was solid and scratchy, shifting slowly. There was a deep thrumming as it rose and fell at a long, steady rate, bringing her up with it. Her eyes were not fully open before instinct made her push up with a gasp.

The werewolf was ripped out of sleep just as rudely, his sleep partner and blanket shoving on his chest. He woke with a snort and a yelp, his eyes opening to the sight of Ahsoka's shocked expression. He made a confused whimper, wondering what he'd done wrong.

It took Ahsoka a moment. Memories of yesterday and how she'd gotten there replayed in her mind, and she relaxed. A sigh left her. "Sorry about that. I don't think I'm quite used to waking up with other men."

The werewolf wasn't yet assuaged, his paws holding onto her wrists to affirm that everything was OK.

She slumped back down on him lazily, the side of her head falling into the valley of his pecs. "It's alright. Just got spooked a little bit. Sorry about that."

He accepted her apology with a few licks on her head tails. His beefy paws held around her lower back. One of them slid to her haunch and squeezed it.

She let out a happy murmur. The afterburn of yesterday's activities still thrummed in her loins. The werewolf's loving grip on her buttock and the wet kisses on her sensitive head tails made a lovely way to wake up. She felt his manhood radiating heat between his thighs, just a scoot away from her own sex spot. Her hand splayed itself on his pec, sensing the beat of his heart and scratching at the dense forest of black chest floof that covered it. She hadn't been awake a full five minutes and she could feel herself getting horny.

"No rest for the wicked, eh?" She slid down the flank of his torso so that she could expose his groin. Looking down she saw the cherry red warhead of his penis poking out from his sheathe. She slid her hand down his abs until her fingers ran through his crotch fur. "I take it you're in the mood too. Want me to do something about it?"

He responded with a few heavy licks on her cheek and chin. One paw cradled her hip, ensuring that it stayed glued to his.

"Mmm, I figured as much." Her reach continued downward until her fingers felt the heated press of his glans. She kneaded his purse, tickling herself on the many fine hairs that coated it. "Thanks for being my mattress for the night. Beats those thin, hard cots the fleet makes us sleep on. How was having me for a blanket? Better than curling up under some tree, or wherever it is you sleep."

The werewolf slept in a cave, in fact, though it lacked the warmth of a partner. He could've spent the previous night in some rain-slogged hole and it would've felt warm in Ahsoka's company. He reciprocated her touch with a journey to her buttock with his paw. The doughy orange haunch dimpled around his fingertips as he kneaded and groped it. His penis slid free of his sheathe, into her open fist. Long, fluid strokes enticed it the rest of the way, that burdensome knot yet to burst sitting atop his sheathe like a ripe tomato.

Ahsoka locked lips with him as she relocated her strokes to the underside of his dog muscle. The tips of her middle and ring fingers made tight swirls around where she knew he was the most sensitive. He let out a sharp huff through his nose and tightened her grip on her ass. His cock jutted upwards with a throb of his floor muscle, squeezing out the first bead of precum from his arrowhead. She felt it seep into her grip and create a sheen across his pecker as she resumed pumping her fist up back and forth on his length.

"That's a good boy~" she whispered between their mouths during a brief break in their kissing. She heard his heavy wolf tail thump on the tree root. "Bet I can make you pop just doing this, hmm?" Her other hand held the side of his face, sinking into the great scruff. She gave it a nice scratch, and his wagging grew heavier.

Thump-thump-thump.

"Ooooh, looks like I found somewhere else we like." She scratched him faster and harder. Scritcha-scritcha. "Huh? How's that feel?"

Good, apparently, as she saw his eyes roll up into his skull to reveal the white that surrounded his irises. His whole head went up with it, bringing his long wolf snout in line with his neck so that she could see the outline of his mandible and his jutting Adam's apple. Suddenly there was a flop of pink as his tongue fell out of his jaw. Ahsoka couldn't see it with how his head was, but his eyes had gone lazy in their sockets, he was so flooded with delight.

"Oh my! What's this we've got here?" Ahsoka laughed. "You're just a regular softie!" She sat up quickly while maintaining the ardent scratching on his neck and chin. His hold on her butt went limp, as did all of his limbs. They curled up above him like a pet playing dead, though his incessantly wagging tail and the power of his erection betrayed him. Ahsoka knelt next to him, grinning from ear to ear with one hand scratching his chin, the other holding his cock. "Awwww, look at you. You like this, don't you? You're my big, handsome, good boy. Yeah..."

He sure as hell felt that way. The scratch of his chin was a ticket to nirvana more inclusive than even her handjob, though that certainly helped. There wasn't time to consider how vulnerable he had left himself with his tummy and man bits exposed. For his kind it was an extreme display of safety and trust, something he felt in bounds alongside Ahsoka. The feeling was mutual as she wreaked havoc on his neck and manhood, milking him for every bit of his enjoyment.

Her scratches fell from his chin to his neck, then his collar where the floof was at its thickest. He was able to straighten his eyes and lift his head to look up at her, that oafish look of glee highlighted by a tongue-lolling smile. "Ohhhh, you're so cute." She brought her face down to plant a kiss on his nose, in turn receiving a barrage of sloppy dog kisses all over her mouth and nose. She rewarded him by moving her hand to his tummy. Though it was overlaid by a shield of dense ab muscles it was still supremely sensitive, earning him the sheerest pleasure yet. His head lurched back again with his lips puckered into a howl.

"Aroooooooooooo..."

Ahsoka laughed. "Awwwww, that's a good boy." She gave his belly a few hearty smacks. Her repeated strokes on his cock was all but forgotten, the clearest source of this reaction being her scratching his tummy. She took full advantage, raking her fingers across every part of his abdomen, patting and rubbing it so that he would howl again and let fly that adorable pink tongue.

Such theatrics met a change of pace when he felt the pleasure in his loins beginning to spike. That cute howl turned into deep huffs and moans. He looked back down where her hand was pumping on his cock, drawing out a flow of precum that now moistened the entirety of his pole. His jaw was hung open, face contorting under the weight of his growing delight.

"Ohhh, 'bout to pop, aren't we? Hmm?" She relaxed her belly rubbing into something more soothing, a gentle massage that rolled up and down the valley between his pecs. Her work on his penis grew slow but more assertive, swerving it to the side as her hand would come down and then straightening it on the upswing. "Be a good boy and let it out for me. It'll make me happy. OK?"

He didn't have to be told. His huffs grew into a prolonged grunt-whimper as he reached his climax. At the sudden inflation of his knot came the first ribbon of cum. It flew fast out of his cock tip, splatting across his chest fur and clinging to it as a collage of milky pearls. That shaft of muscle that ran his length throbbed mightily, birthing more and more cum as well as a forest of veins that webbed his skin.

Ahsoka didn't slow her roll, beating his dick throughout the full length of his orgasm. "Theeeeere we go. That's what I wanted. Good boy." The load petered out into a thickish drip, and Ahsoka stopped. One finger traced the underside of his euphoria-laden knot. Her other hand dipped into one of the larger cum puddles that dotted his chest so that she could dip it into her mouth. Metallic masculinity flooded her senses, that smell of orgasm already having stained her nose hairs. "Mmmmm~" She pulled her finger out of her mouth. Thhp! "How was that, my handsome man?"

The haze of bliss fell away somewhat, allowing him to smile up at her again and resume the avid wag of his tail.

"I thought so. Hell of a good way to start off the morning, hmm?" She kicked one leg over his torso so she could sit on his abdomen. Warm belly fur scratched her bare buttocks as she began sifting her finger through his chest, incidentally mixing around the cum he'd painted himself with. She felt his hardened cock lingering behind her, no doubt rearing for another go. For now she just massaged his chest, a plaintive look on her face. "I hope R7 isn't too worried about me," she said, recalling her astromech droid. "He's still at the landing site. Told him to wait a few days and if I didn't come back at the end of it, he could leave.

The werewolf sensed her seriousness and listened intently. He didn't have to parse any of it to at least act as an ear to talk to.

"The fleet may be worried too. I told Master Kenobi and Anakin that I was here to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I'm not used to lying, you know. It goes against the Jedi code." She scoffed. "Among other things I've done." She looked off into the forest thoughtfully. "I don't want to go back, but I can't just let go of my duties like that, not while there's a war going on. People need me. I swore an oath to the Council and the Republic."

Her gaze fell on him again. That intense look like he was hanging on her every word was there, and that's because he was. He was the only soul in the galaxy she felt she could confide such thoughts and feelings without fearing a court martial. Jedi were supposed to suppress and conquer such thoughts, not express or, the Force forbid, act on them. The werewolf didn't care, though. He was there to listen whenever she needed it.

She smiled at him and pecked his nose. "At least I have you to tell that to." He smiled and wagged his tail. As nice as it was to talk, she was extremely horny now, and going over her doubts of being a Jedi wasn't about to quell the fire that burned between her legs. She reached back and touched his cock again. It was still sensitive. He winced as she began stroking it. "I bet you're ready for another go. I hope so. You've got me riled up, and I intend on doing something about it."

Seeing her lift herself up so that she could reach between her legs to aim his rod at her slit made his tail wag harder. She sat her womanhood on his summit, squishing the vaporous girl lips and sending a shiver up her spine. He grabbed her hips and massaged them while she teased herself by sawing him along her slit. Just a shift of her weight onto the right spot breached her quim, molding it to the heft of his manhood.

A joyful sigh was shared between them both. With her hands placed on his pecs she made a slow descent to the knot. "Ohhhh..." She sat upright and rubbed the space beneath her navel where she could feel his density lodged inside of her at the gates of her womanhood. That feminine grip ensured that they both felt every throb and quiver between them. Ahsoka sighed. "So good..." Her body came up until her pussy was at his summit. Then she came down, feeling that heavenly grind back into her depths.

The werewolf explored her body as he was wont to do. Her breasts came into his grasp, the nipples tickling his pawpads. Her head swooned as she began grinding on his knot. Their conjoined parts squished and squelched audibly. Her cunny juices fell around his fat bulb in thin streams, mixing with his own liquid arousal. It made her head swoon as her body came up to his zenith again. Stopping her was a firm grip on her hips.

She looked down at him. "What?"

He answered her with a snort before he humped upwards, vanishing his cock inside of her.

A gasp swept into her, raising her chest. "Huhhhh... OK... I see..." She stayed in place so that he could assume control. Those beefy paws sank into her hip flesh firmly enough so that she was in place, but not so Draconian to hurt her. His hips came down and performed another upwards launch, this one more powerful.

Thh-bap!

There was the rude squirt of sex juices from around his rocket, squirting their surrounding thighs. His knot smacked into her buttocks, the impact rippling through orange and black alike. Her head was thrown back by another gasp, followed by a sincere moan.

"Ohh! Huhhh!" She had to hold onto his wrists to stabilize herself, though she wasn't going anywhere with how powerful his grip was. The most travel she could do was an upwards jolt every time his cock slammed into her, the sound of which was rude, raunchy, and repetitive.

ThhP! ThhP! ThhP! ThhP! ThhP! ThhP! ThhP!

His teeth gritted through the effort. He watched a bulge in her flesh zoom towards her navel with each pound. Her tits bounced wildly, swinging in a wild circle as he achieved a certain rhythm. She cried out accordingly, teetering back in his grasp with her head leaned back, that ecstatic expression aimed at the tree canopy so she could howl at it in delight.

"Huhhhh! Huhhhhhhh fuck! Yes! Mmmmmmmmm... Huhhhhhh!" One of her hands left his wrist so that she could feel the slam of his cock going up into her. The fingers fell down her chalice, then onto the portal where his mighty piston vanished repeatedly. Without any conscious thought she began assaulting her clitoris with hooks and swirls of her finger. Marking the shock of delight was an added octave to her moans, now loud enough to be quantifiable as wails.

The werewolf could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly. His own was further down the line, set off by his previous release just minutes ago. Until then Ahsoka would have to suffer the wrath of his loins which created a storm of sex product, flecks and drops of her fluids flying off his knot and her buttocks. A surge in her spasms heralded her climax. She dropped her chin suddenly and put the hand that was fingering back on his wrist so she could support herself, a reflex built upon a loss of all muscle control when she came. With the onslaught of pure ecstasy that quaked her core and thigh muscles she began to vibrate above him. Her cunt squeezed his still-hammering cock, its payload of squirt falling out of her in a chaotic gurgle.

Her voice plummeted into a hideous gurgle that was hiccuped by his thrusts. "Huuuuugg-

gghhhhhuuuu-uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh~~~"

The werewolf didn't stop, seeking to stretch her release for as long as he could bring it and achieve his second. Its approach was accelerated by Ahsoka's quivering clench and siren song. He heaved as hard as he could, face scrunched, sweat breaking out across his body. That golden achievement was upon him. He snarled his teeth, let out a ferocious growl, then blew his load. The last thrust was as strong as he could give it. In turn he heaved down on her body, forcing the entirety of his knot inside and trapping the great flood of cum that beat against her womb.

Both their spines went into steep curves. Adding to her sensation of flying was him lifting her into the air with his hips. A crude harmony was achieved with their moans, his brutish and manly, hers shrill and unkempt. When his ejaculation was complete his hips came down, and so did his body high. The two lovers were left locked together as they usually were, panting and bathed in sweat, mental faculties all but robbed by an all-encompassing bliss.

Ahsoka vibrated atop him, trying to get a hold on her breathing. "Hooooooo... Whoooooo... OK... Huhhh... Good boy... Mmmm..." Her fingers rubbed the grotesque bulge where his knot was buried. "Fuck... I don't know how I do it."

The werewolf sat up to hug her and lick her face. She giggled and hugged him back so that they could kiss and spar tongues. Once his knot had shrunk enough Ahsoka carefully twisted herself 45 degrees, matching the knot's width to the length of her cavity. With a combined effort she popped off him. A sinful deluge of ivory wept from her gnarled cunny lips. Everything from the navel down to her mid-thigh was wet with her squirt.

"Whew... There we go." She scooted on her butt until she was sitting next to him. One arm went around his burly torso. "Thank you so much, but I think it's time for me to go now."

His tail wagging stopped and his smile plummeted.

Guilt raked at her heart. "I knoooow... I'm sorry." She hugged him and laid her head against his shoulder. "But I can't leave my duties behind any longer, and I don't want anyone to be worried about me." The werewolf was silent for a few moments. She felt one arm go around her, a sign of understanding. She looked up at him. "I'll be back like always. I promise." She emphasized with a jab of her finger into his pec. "You won't wait long. I'll be back the first instant I can. Will you be patient?"

He would try, but it would be difficult. He gave her forehead a lick.

Her lip quivered. Before she could betray her Jedi training with a tear she kissed him on the cheek and stood up to gather her clothes. "I'll be back," she reiterated, more to herself than to him. "I'll be back."

The werewolf watched her get dressed then followed her back to the landing site. R7 and the ship were still there waiting for her. She climbed into the cockpit, expecting a witty retort from her loyal wingman, but he said nothing. "Did you miss me?" she asked as the cockpit bubble came shut.

"Bee-bee-beep."

A little. I'm surprised to see your clothes intact this time.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

She fired the ignition and triggered the launch sequence. Her interceptor hovered into the air, above the trees, then zoomed into the sky where it escaped the atmosphere with a climactic boom. The werewolf watched it go while Ahsoka watched the planet shrink, neither of them knowing when they'd see each other again.

* * *

Ahsoka's next available leave could not come soon enough. An entire deployment was spent in another sector before the opportunity to spend another fortnight outside of the fleet came around. A visit to Coruscant and that seedy shop she had been to before meant she was ready to give the werewolf a special treat the next time she saw him. She confessed to the shop owner that her partner liked making love to her in the other hole, but found it way too difficult to handle. A bottle of scented lubricant was recommended and purchased, ensuring smoother sailing for the coming attempt. Her trepidations, however, could not be wholly assuaged given how the first time went.

Her interceptor broke the planet's atmosphere with a head of steam. R7 didn't even need to ask where she wanted to land. He knew exactly where to go. They landed safely, and Ahsoka all but launched herself from the cockpit and onto the grass. She carried her rucksack and a cheap jungle outfit similar to her previous visit. Again she warned R7 that it may be a while until she returned.

"If I'm not back in three days, you can leave."

"Bee-doo-beep."

I know the drill.

She held her hand up as she casually waltzed into the dense forest. "See ya later! Or not. We'll see."

Back into the dark landscape of tree, root, and moss. It had all but lost its menacing veneer, having become as familiar as the flagship or her home on Shili. The werewolf's presence in The Force no longer snuck up on her, but lingered as a part of the atmosphere as integral as oxygen.

He didn't seem to know that, however, as he was making another attempt at sneaking up on her. She walked among the tree roots with a snide smile, deciding to play along with him. She came to a stop. The moment she did she felt him zoom behind one of the trees.

Her hands went around her mouth. "Hello! Are you there?" It felt like a childish game of hide and seek. "I'm back! Helloooooo!"

His presence buzzed with excitement from behind the trunk, just like a snickering child. As she continued her charade the werewolf peeked from around the tree to see her facing away from him. He tiptoed out towards her, feet maneuvering through the tree roots, pawpads absorbing the sound.

He might as well have been ringing a gong. She let him get closer and closer until he had the gall to stand up only a few feet behind her, ready to give her a fright when she turned around.

She did eventually, but much quicker than he expected. "Boo!"

That successfully got a jump out of him. His grinning face rounded with surprise as he leapt back, heart in his throat. Ahsoka was laughing herself stupid, doubled over and clapping. The werewolf realized it was a gag, and his smile returned.

She came up to him still chuckling like an idiot and hugged him. "I got you didn't I?" He responded with a tight embrace and some licks to her forehead. "Yeah, I'm happy to see you too. I told you I'd be back, didn't I?"

Though her absence had been the longest yet, he never doubted her return. In a planet where the struggle to survive was everlasting and chaotic, a circus of death and uncertainty, Ahsoka was his one and only constant. No matter the wait, he could count on her visit as well as she could count on him being there waiting for her.

She smooched him back on the chin. "I'm glad you're more patient than I am. I was about to lose my mind waiting on a chance to come back here. I can't imagine what it's like for you, all alone here." She frowned. "Or are you? There's got to be others of your kind here, right? Are you solitary creatures? Where do you live?"

He recognized that she was asking questions, though there was no chance of giving any proper answers right then. Yes, there were many other werewolves just like him. Yes, they were very solitary creatures who sought out swathes of their own territory, venturing out of it only during mating season (though he had lost all sense of that given Ahsoka's repeated visits). As for where he lived, it was not far from where they were, nothing more than a small hike. He could not hope to pinpoint what made him do it, but his paw wrapped itself around hers to guide her. He stepped away, tail wagging, body tilted eagerly towards his abode.

Ahsoka was more keen on how he could decipher her question. The Force thrummed between them at a frequency in nigh perfect tune. "Are you going to show me your home?" she asked. He kept wagging his tail. A bright smile lit Ahsoka's face. "Show me, then!"

He nearly tore her arm from her socket as he whipped around and dragged her deeper into the forest. After nearly stumbling over a river of tree roots she was able to walk alongside him, hand firmly in his grip. "You don't have to drag me, you know. I can follow you."

A part of him understood, and yet he ignored her. His grip on her hand tightened.

Ahsoka just smiled and looked onward. "OK."

The journey was brief, but not without difficulty as the consistent terrain of roots and rocks proved a hassle and a half to trek through. The werewolf eventually let go of her hand so he could summit the more bothersome obstacles, though he did so with such ease that Ahsoka felt embarrassed. Whenever she caught him slowing down so that she could catch up she would shoo him forward. It occurred to her that the midichlorians might have chosen the werewolf more favorably than they had her the way he would zoom up the face of a rock as casually as someone would walk up some porch steps.

"It's a good thing I got to you before any other Jedi had," she joked at one point. "They'd make a Master out of you in no time. You want my saber?"

He just watched from the peak of the boulder as she took her time climbing it.

"Then again, you're too old for the Jedi. They catch us young," she told him once she stood beside him at the top. "I don't know what they'd do with you."

The werewolf, not understanding, grabbed her hand again and resumed their trip at a crisp pace. Not farther from there Ahsoka heard a murmur coming through the trees. It grew louder with every step, slowly building into a distant roar like the crowd at a stadium. She felt the air grow cooler. The werewolf picked up the pace, coming in front of her and pulling her arm taut on her shoulder. He looked over his shoulder at her with a most excited expression.

She was just about to ask what it was when she saw the light of a clearing pouring in ahead of them. That thrumming noise hit a crescendo, peaking when they finally found the source: a sizable watering hole fed by a tremendous waterfall. Pouring from the top of a sheer granite cliff was a sheet of white water stabbing the large pool into a violent froth. It all fed into a comparatively mellow creek that wandered aimlessly before disappearing into the trees. On the banks were a thousand smooth rocks, their round bodies creating crystalline domes of water or breaking through the surface to generate a white froth.

Ahsoka gawked at the display of nature for a few good moments. After having spent so long in the deep forest she had forgotten that this was a planet, after all, one with geography besides rock and root. She leaned towards the werewolf and yelled over the roar of the fall. "You live here?"

He perked his ear and leaned towards her.

"I said, you live here?"

He straightened up and nodded directly towards the falls. Before she could ask anything else she found herself being dragged over towards it, forced to feel the fall's power beat against her ear drums. He guided her to the face of the cliff. They walked over the many wet boulders, Ahsoka trying to keep her balance on their super slippery surfaces. Where the pool bank met the cliff there was a small ledge that led behind the waterfall. It was just big enough for someone to get a foothold, but barely. From where they stood Ahsoka was already getting wet with the millions of water droplets that sprayed into the air, saturating it.

"You don't live underwater, do you?" she shouted.

If he heard her, he didn't react, instead pulling her closer and closer to the roaring current. He put his back to the cliff and shimmied onto the ledge. He looked at her, fur soaking wet, nodded her onwards, then casually disappeared into the waterfall.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding. Ahsoka sighed and pulled her rucksack in front of her so she could put her back to the cliff and stand on the ledge. After a quick count to three, she shimmied on into the spray, feeling the water smack into her head and nearly topple her over into the pool. Just as her entire body was submerged in the heavy cascade she felt the cliff give way behind her. Suddenly there was a grip on her upper arm, and she was yanked into the void.

She came to a stop against a brick wall of wet dog fur. Suddenly the noise was much dimmer, no longer a roar but a soft hum. Beneath her feet was not slippery rock but smooth floor. She looked up to see the werewolf smiling down at her. The fur across his body was spiked from the water, though it could start to dry now that they were in shelter.

Ahsoka looked behind her at the grotto exit, a sheer opening of churning white. The most water that came inside was a thin but heavy trickle that splattered at her ankles. Her waterlogged jungle outfit was stuck to her skin. She could feel water sloshing in her boots. "Well, don't suppose I'll need any of this for what we're about to do."

She took a step back from him to begin stripping. As she did she looked deeper into the grotto. To her surprise it was fairly immaculate, possessing the care and flare of someone who took care of their abode. There was a mat made out of finely woven leaves. He had painted on the walls pictures of his fellow werewolves and other creatures she did not recognize. It was crude like a caveman's, but nonetheless representative of true creative thought. The floor was oddly smooth, as if he'd taken the time to walk through all of it to maintain an even topography.

"Quite the place you got here," she said as she took off her boots. Her shirt came next, leaving her in her bra which was also removed promptly. "Quite frankly, I'm jealous. It's a lot better than some cramped quarters, I'll tell you that much." Her shorts and underwear came off, leaving her totally nude. Turning around she saw him near the exit, besides the waterfall. He was eying her body hungrily, as he always did, and yet he did not come closer. "Want to fuck me in your shower, huh? Sounds like fun. But first..." She bent down and opened her rucksack to pull out the bottle of lube.

He made a confused look at the sight of it. "Don't worry. It's nothing crazy like the last things I brought. You'll enjoy this, for sure."

She sauntered over to him where the water splashed among them. The bottle was put on the ground before she put her arms around him so that they could kiss. As their tongues performed their perfunctory battle he moved her into the water. It was at the cusp of the fall where the water was not as heavy but still landed on their scalps with a heavy thud. It was a blissful level of cool, guzzling down Ahsoka's back and off the slopes of her buttocks. Her hands were on his lower back, playing with the soaked fur.

More pressing than the soaked texture of his fur was the predictable rise of his manhood from its sheath, of course. The moment she felt it prodding her lower tummy she took it into one hand and began massaging it to life. This was while she groped one of his pecs and drilled her tongue into his mouth, their jaws mauling one another's. Through the buzz of water slapping her head and shoulders Ahsoka felt her cunt beginning to blaze, that void-need-filling rearing its head as it always did when the werewolf's cock was at her door. Once at full staff she directed it against her flower, sliding the burning hot shaft between her thighs so that she could hump on it.

The glans tickled the underside of her buttocks which he obliged to fondle. His mouth left hers for her cheek, then her jaw, and at last her neck. The possessive scrape of his tongue and teeth made her swoon. An accompanying sigh was lost to the sound of the shower around them. He felt him throb between her legs, the coddle of her thighs failing to satiate the mighty erection that fueled a steady thrust. She held him by the knot, making sure that his piston would glance across her pussy and part the petals of flesh that defined it.

A gasping Ahsoka held him by the back of his head and pulled his ear to her mouth. She whispered, "I want you to fuck me in the ass."

Had he made sense of it he would've gone wild right then and there, though the sensual hiss of her voice was enough to elicit a few wags of the tail. She stepped away from him for just a moment to fetch the lube off the floor. She guided him just out of the water by the paw; wouldn't want the water to wash off any of the lube. The top was popped off and a good amount was squirted into her palm. It was a translucent purple color. The cave was filled with its fruity scent, one wholly unfamiliar to the werewolf. His ears perked and his nose twitched at it curiously.

"This'll make things much easier for the both of us, trust me," she said as she put the bottle down and swiped the gel between her hands. She held his penis and began coating it by tugging on it repeatedly. The werewolf jerked a little as a fiery sensation ripped through his loins and knot. "Strong stuff, eh? This is what the lady at the shop recommended for what she called 'butt stuff'. I'll take her word for it."

Once he was nice and lathered up she came around and got on her fours with her body parallel to the waterfall. She laid her head on the floor so that her ass pointed up at him. One haunch was pulled aside. She poked her index finger into her pucker. "Here. I want you to fuck me here."

Now the werewolf understood. Now he went wild. He all but threw himself to his knees behind her, that huge red spear wobbling in front of him and towards her ass menacingly.

"Ah, ah!" she tutted. "Easy. Just because you're buttered up doesn't mean I'm built for it. Take it slow, big guy."

He calmed down a little, though his tail continued to wag behind him, in and out of the waterfall. He took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them. Her taut star muscle parted softly, its many wrinkles smoothing out into a dark orange disk. Ahsoka felt her insides churning with anxiety. She had to chant in her mind that she could trust him and that she had vowed to make this visit special. He made sure it was by laying his cock on her backdoor, first hotdogging it between her gelatinous haunches. His teeth sank into his lip while he admired her beauty from behind. One paw reeled back to land a playful swat on her haunch.

Smack!

"Nnnnnn..." groaned Ahsoka. "OK, you get that one for free." Her enjoyment behind the spank was betrayed by an unconscious backing up against his cock.

He grabbed it by the hilt and backed up until the muzzle was aiming down her tail hole. He came forward, and their fleshes collided. There was some resistance, and the werewolf slowed. Ahsoka felt a sharp jab up her insides as if he had penetrated already, though she knew that wasn't the case. The worst, or perhaps best, was yet to come.

With both paws on her hips he resumed a slow push into her hole, slowly distending the taut muscle. The lube made things easier for certain, but as Ahsoka said, she wasn't built for this. The first wince marked her face as her pucker came close to the breadth of his glans. Deep, long breaths helped distract her from the increasing pressure, a task more arduous with his continued push until finally...

Pop!

The head was in, strangled blue by her grip. She let out a sharp grunt and a hiss, though a sharply growing need to be fucked begged him to keep going. He too felt the urge to go deeper, though he struggled with how tight the fit was. During his last venture into her ass he was in a blind fit of rage, too horny to really feel how tight she was. In a much slower tone he could feel her quite well, and the grip was like iron.

Still, the weight that had fallen on his balls would not be quelled so easily, so on he went. He vanished that cherry shaft into her hole inch by brutal inch. Ahsoka gasped, this time out of pleasure. The pressure, however intense, was being quickly supplanted by a pleasure that rang across her entire lower body like a shockwave. Her pussy began quivering madly as if begging for equal treatment. She could not ignore it. Her fingers went into it knuckled deep, thrown into a sharp set of motions that had her moaning at once.

"Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhhhh..."

The wolf snorted. His unbreaking slide into her ass was rewarded by a hilt-to-head grip. It was sublime unlike anything she had given him before. Every throb and clench, be it his or hers, was a sharp burst of delight straight into his loins. Hearing her moan so bombastically while she fingered herself was the go ahead to pull back and complete the first thrust. It was slow, but heavenly for them both.

He fucked her in long strides, utilizing his entire length. The pace belied the sensations between them, both so intense that they could not keep quiet. Joyful whimpers beat out of the werewolf. Ahsoka's voice rang throughout the grotto louder than even the waterfall just beside them. Her finger was a blur on her cunt. Every muscle in her legs and ass trembled so that the soft flesh covering them jiggled violently.

The werewolf leaned forward and planted his paws on her shoulders. His sluggish cadence turned lively. The adjustment to her punishing grip had been made, thus he could truly swing into her more appropriately. Their shapes silhouetted against the white backdrop of the falls captured the length of his cock vanishing into her ass. Even more chaotic was the jerk of her arm and the swoon of her head. Her hips would buck at random, making her back swing into a soft arch before it would relax and repeat.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me! Huhhhhhhh! Yes! Huhhh! Yes!"

He pushed his weight down on her shoulders. The one arm holding her up failed, bringing her face down to the ground. Those long, deep strides turned into rapid jackhammers. Her wailing voice echoed across the floor where her smushed face was rubbed back and forth to the beat of his thrusts.

Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!

Ahsoka's orgasm was upon her, thundering forward like a locomotive. The coordinated hook and pull of her finger was now but a chaotic shake. Her screams were deafening until they were cut silent by the seizure of breath in her lungs. Her hand shot from her cunt with the eruption of her squirt. It blew from her in a ramrod stream that was lost in the spray of the waterfall. Every part of her spasmed and shook, making sure the return of her voice was staggered. "HUUUUUEE-UU-UU-UU-UU-UU-UUUUUUUHHHHHhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!"

The werewolf's thrusting slowed down once his own release was knocking on the door. It burst through with one last heave, one that slammed his knot into her hole the very moment before it exploded.

Thhhhhh-POP!

He doubled over her, jaws hung open to let out a terrific roar to join her scream. He pumped everything he had into her in a series of heavy spurts. Her climax was still ongoing and managed to intensify with the arrival of his. The continued shivers that ran through her helped fuel his pleasure, creating a perpetual loop of delight that crippled them both in the most heavenly way possible.

Passions died down, and the werewolf slumped over her like deadweight. She was flattened into the ground, smothered by him but unable to push him back up with her musculature rendered numb by the aftershock, beset by twitches and shakes. It was up to him to relieve her of his weight once his strength had returned. He looked down to find her splayed on the floor like a corpse, a drunken look on her face. He rubbed her cheek with his finger to make sure she was OK.

"Nnnnnnnnnnn..."

Relieved, the werewolf adjusted them onto their side, facing the waterfall. His knot was still buried deep in her ass; it would not leave for some time given it was not meant to be there in the first place. Of course, why give creatures a place to put it if they shouldn't? A dazed Ahsoka turned her head towards him and reached back to scratch his chin.

"Mmmmmmm... Good boy... Huhhhh... Much, much better than last time. Fuck..."

He agreed wholeheartedly and began licking her cheek.

She giggled. Her hand was on her tummy where it felt like the tip of his dick was. As the ecstasy began to wane it was replaced with the discomfort of having a huge wolf dick in the ass. "Oof. I forgot how tight this was. God. I think we're gonna be here a while."

He didn't stop licking her cheek. His one paw was on her breast, more to comfort than to arouse. It didn't matter to him how long they were latched together like that, so long as he had the comfort of her body to soothe him.

The feeling was mutual. She looked out into the buzzing white sheet of foam where the watering hole lay beyond. She pictured herself skinny dipping in it, the werewolf alongside her. She thought to herself that maybe it wasn't a bad place to spend the rest of her life.

THE END