The Wild and the Loved (request for Izzy)
The Wild and the Loved
Hey everybody, this story is a request for Izzy. So Obviously It's going to contain yiffy bits of heterosexual playfulness. SOOOOOO very different than what I'm use to. Izzy is a silver wolfen, my 'adopted' sister, who is probably my one of the strangest pup's I'll ever met. This little Idea was dreamt up one night after she read another one of my stories. So through a series of long and descriptive text messages she gave me the information nessicary for this to happen. For all those who do read, enjoy, and most importantly remember, this was kinda awkward for me to write about girls. ^._.^
Bent over a hot stove, Tail lifted in the air, Izzy let out a slightly frustrated growl. A perfect cook, still dinner tonight was proving difficult. Tonight was going to be special, and she needed the perfect meal. All must go according to plan, she thought putting an extra 110% towards her gift. Afterall, her mate Micheal would finally be giving her the perfect gift too, a child.
A red truck pulled into the drive way and opened it's door. Out stepped a extraordinarily handsome pit-bull. The warms gusts of wind tussled his black hair over his white face while he strolled up to the home. The scents coming from the open window were so tantalizing he almost allowed himself to droll. No, he thought, that wasn't dinner. Couldn't be. It was thickly sweet smell almost like a blossoming rose, and it held him capitalized. Wrapping his fingers around the door knob, his pulse increased. Finally he realized where it was coming from. More over, who it was coming from.
He entered, removed his coat, and walked quietly into the kitchen. Stepping but a short distance from the wolfess infront of him he let a pleasant bark. Izzy turned to face him. Micheal traced her hour-glass figure in the air with his paws and then rested them behind his head. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning tonight, you're practically shining with beauty. It must be your spring coat of fur, it just seems so silky." Izzy sauntered over to him and gave a quick to his face. "You're such a flirt, how was work?"
"Okay, I guess." He replied, eyes drifting towards the oven for just a moment, then back to his beloved. "Slow day at the hospital. But I guess that's a good thing. And how was yours, Izzy?"
Folding her arms across her chest Izzy, tapped her paw on the white tile floor. "I saw that. Dinner will be done in five minutes, starring at it won't make it cook faster." He raised his paws and shrugged his shoulders. "I can't help it, you're dinners are just so good. Here I thought maybe this fitted the occasion." retracing his steps to where his coat was laying. Lifting it up the Pit-bull revealed a green bottle toped in golden foil. "Micheal!" Izzy Snapped at him, half a grin on her muzzle. "How in hell did you manage to by wine, you're only twenty!"
With a burst of laughter, he brought it over to her. "Well you have your brother to thank for that. He came into work today and I talked him up until he agreed to." Trying to look disappointed with him Izzy put her paws on her hips but couldn't stifle her giggles. "I see that smile. Shouldn't hide such a pretty thing." he told her and they hugged again, this time a little while longer than the last. "He's F'd up in the head, by the way." Another burst of laughter and Izzy agreed. "Yeah, he's a total dork." The hug ended and Micheal stole another glance at the oven-door.
"Okay, I think it's done. Go put that on the table and I'll bring out the food." She instructed reading his movements like a book. As Micheal walked from the kitchen to the dinning -room, he took a lone candle out of a desk droor and placed it squarely in the center of the table. "That ought to do it," he told himself checking his pocket for a lighter. No lighter but a old book of matches. It would have to do. He dimmed the over-head light and struck one of the aged matches across the little red line. Nothing. He attempted a second try with the same match before discarding t and using the next in line. A flash, a puff of smoke and then, a tiny head of yellow flame grew. With the candle light, he shook out the match and dropped it in a nearby ash-tray.
It worked perfectly, the room seemed to mirror the mood of the night. Emerging from the kitchen. Izzy set two plates down at the small table, one for herself and one for Micheal. They were filled with so many different kinds of food, each mouthwatering in both sight and smell. " I have NEVER seen anything as delicious as this, except for you my love." He praised his mate lifting a fork from the table. "May I?" He asked putting a bite of food on the end of his fork and then offered it to her. Blushing she perked her tail in happiness and accepted. With a tender motion of love she returned the favor. The taste was unlike anything he ever knew. In the flickering of the candle-lite the two finished their meals, eyes constantly catching in glances of merriment.
Dinner was finished and both had their fill of wine. Standing up first Micheal walked around the table and took his lover's paw. "Shall we my dear?" He enticed, placing himself behind her as she rose from her seat. Pressing her petite figure against the tall slender pit-bull, Izzy sighed out while her mate gave her kiss after kiss on her neck. She licked the edges of her muzzle. "Come on, I want your puppies..."
Wrapping his arm around Izzy's chest Micheal slid his paw into her pants. After a generous hug, he slid his finger inside her. Caressing her delicate insides gently until she was moist, he withdrew his paw from her panties and traced up to her navel. He bite her ear in his maw and whispered in a low growl. "I swear, I could take you right here." Micheal played with her pierced navel and placed a paw at the top of her pant's zipper. "You know my doll, I did get my tongue pierced about the same time you gout your piercing. Care to try it out?" The answer was a heart filled growl and he loosed her flie.
He took to her frontside and dropped to his knees, pulling her pants down as he went. In the pale shine of the candle, Izzy stood in all her beauty, lacy panties and pants around her ankles. Micheal placed either a thumb above the elastic at her hips. His eyes grew wide and his member hard as he pulled down her skivvies, his mate's most private features exposed just inches away from the tip of his noise. The scent of her arousal was an aroma that caused his head to spin.
Eager, Micheal moved in, the first contact was but a simple kiss. Brief, but the result shot pleasure through Izzy's spine. He followed with another and another until a few drops of whitish fluid had formed on his lips. Now was time to really please her. Soaked with saliva, Micheal ran his tongue the entire length of her opening, the metal pole tracing just inside her. She felt her body's temperature raising and placed a paw lop-sided on his ear, encouraging for more. The next lick and he pushed his flat tongue through her lower lips, the heavenly piece of jewelry giving her pleasure she could have only dreamt of before.
Continuing to suckle and lick his mate between her legs, Izzy stood panting towards the heavens. He was so good at it, his wide muscle plastering the inner walls of her now dripping opening. Any faster and she would surly melt away into orgasm at his touch. Micheal, busy with full enjoyment, wagged his tail as he went.
Fingers clutched in his hair and Micheal knew what was about to happen. His precious Flower was about to cum. Izzy closed her eyes and her cheeks became flushed with a pleasant warmth. Letting all of the senses flood her mind and overtake her, Izzy hit her peak. A small puddle of her entertainment rushed out from deep within and into micheal's open mouth. Not wasting a single drop, he lapped her clean well after she had finished producing.
"Hah... hah.... how did you get... so... so good at... that?" Izzy asked her mate while her rose. Returning her underwear to their previous position he smiled taking pride in her satisfaction. "Love makes you do great things." Micheal replied taking a glass of wine in one paw, outing the candle with the other. He offered it to her and she drank it. the empty glass was exchanged between them he savored the taste of his efforts spread across his face. "How about you and I continue this in the bedroom?" With little effort she stepped out of her pants and clung to his side. They made their way from the kitchen and to the spacious room. Inside, a king size bed would give ample room to conjugate their love. It was twice as wide as Michale was tall and just as long. Heavy velvet sheets and covers as softer than a cub's fur draped its entirety. Bathed in his own arousal Micheal lead her to the side of their resting place and removed his own outer layer of clothing.
Her eyes, having adjusted to the dark, took notice of the massive tent infront of her lover's legs as they moved to under the covers. "Damn there's no way his full length will fit", she thought silently as his shaft brushed her leg, the pair of them cuddling close. He took he quietness as hesitance and slowed his kissing to a gentler manner. "What's the matter, doll? Losing your fire after what we did in the kitchen?" Izzy licked his at his forehead while he nuzzled at her neck. "I just need a moment to warm back up" she confessed.
Oh is that so..." he rolled her over, wrapping himself around her back." I know you'll want in that case" he growled seductively clamping his muzzle around Izzy's tender neck. Her wriggling was a pleasant teaser for each of them and he knelt above her with the covers draped down his shoulders. Izzy had to arch herself so the playful pull of Micheal grip wouldn't hurt her worse through. Well no more worse than she wanted him too. He stripped himself of his last article of clothing and did the same for her. He was ready to take his mate, but was she ready for it too?
Izzy felt Micheal lifted her tail and his weight approached from behind. the pain of his teeth left her neck but suddenly a new pain made itself clear "Oh my FUCKING GOD!!!" Izzy exclaimed, a sharp piercing bringing just below her rigid tail. "Mhhph... Micheal!" Izzy howled out feeling her mate push himself into her tight anal tract. It felt so much larger than she expected and it brought her back to the height of arousal. Inching his massive being further into her taught muscular canal, Micheal happy serviced Izzy's 'back-door.' Within no time the female wolf became wet between the legs once more. "Harder!" Izzy demanded felling Micheals paws explore into her shirt and around her breasts.
The lover's bed shook as their bodies lunged together and they screamed out in pleasure. Knowing her love would wanted them to finish together she muffled out warning through deep panting. "Tah, time... Other, other hole, NOW!" Izzy rushed him. In the same motion he was pumping her tail-hole MIcheal withdrew and cleaned his shaft. "DON'T put your knot all the way in when you blow." she warned him sternly, lifting her lower half a few inches up for better leverage. He didn't care about that though. She wanted him to blow inside her and that made him just as hot as she was feeling. His knot didn't really need to be in afterall.
"Aaawwwhhhh!!!" A moan came from Izzy as Micheal entered his throbbing pride into his lover, this time a little lower. In no time at all, the liner beneath them was drenched, a testament to how pleasurable he fit insider her. "Fu... fuck, so close..." Micheal heaved out, his white fur meshing against the silver of Izzy's body. She wasn't too far behind. Sticking to his word, Micheal gave his entire being into her, except his knot. I slid to her hilt but no further.
The wolf grabbed down harder than ever before, nothing but the next couple seconds mattered. She was cumming. Micheal knew it too, he could feel her ecstasy release and wet him further. As Izzy's yell of excitement turned to a howl, the vigorous pit-bull knew time had arrived too. With two fingers he blocked his knot off and gave one final thrust, exploding himself deep inside his mate. She swooned as his seed flooded filled her, hotter than the steamy air around them. There was no doubting it, In nine months, their den would be blessed with the pitter-patter of little puppy paws. For now, however, panting and beating of their hearts finally slowing down was the only sound that graced their ears. It was like music to them.