Sing, sweet Dove
Karkadan-A bull-like creature with a small horn on it's nose and a larger horn on it's forehead. The horn is so deadly, breath so vile, and its bellow so thunderous it strikes fear in most living creatures. Karkadan horns are made into knife handles that sweat in the presence of poison. In the presence of a singing ring dove, the beast will lie contented for hours.
Dove traced the sleep-lines of her beloved, singing softly. It is amazing that such a fierce creature could look so innocent and harmless while sleeping. True, you could still see the lines of muscles, but the Karkadan was truly and completely relaxed, listening to her Dove sing. Dove stopped, her throat tired and almost immediately the Karkadan's eyes snapped open "Why did you stop singing?" the underlying threat was unmistakeable. Dove flinched "Thirsty." she whimpered, hoping her master wouldn't take offense.
Dove's old master was often cruel to her, and she still halfway expected an hit rather than the gentle helping hand. The Karkadan looked up at the sky for a minuet, disoriented, before getting up and stretching, before bending so Dove could climb onto her back.
Dove blushed, still touched by the simple things Olette did to make her life simpler "If we go now we can avoid the lions." she stated. Dove carefully got onto the wolf-like animal, but Olette hardly felt the weight of the anthro bird, and began to run towards the watering hole.
Dove hooked her arms around Olette's neck, seeing some humans there, leaned down to warn her. "I know." Olette said, and Dove felt a warm tingly feeling spread through her body at the simple fact that Olette would fight to keep her safe. Olette knelt to let Dove drink. Dove was nervous, but knelt down and drank anyway. Olette kept a careful eye on the humans, and the less obvious hyenas and lions, determined to let Dove slake her thirst in peace.
One of the humans crept a bit too close, with the fire stick-Dove called it a gun- and Olette charged, bellowing so loud the birds left the trees and the hyena's fled, whooping in fear. The human didn't have a chance, his gun knocked out of his hands with ease and Olette lined her horn up with his neck, prepared to land the deathblow. "Olette, you don't need to kill him." Dove told her, walking back over and running her hands soothingly over the Karkadan's back.
Olette snorted, seeing the human piss himself and knelt for Dove to get on again. Dove carefully got back on, nuzzling Olette gently with her beak. Olette didn't wait, and as soon as Dove was settled began to run for their cave again. Dove grinned at the behavior, knowing that Olette refrained from picking a fight for her. She remembered why Olette lived by herself before Dove came along and frowned, absentmindedly beginning to sing when they reached their cave.
Olette had a slight deformity, so slight it didn't make much of a difference, but it was the entire reason she was ostracized from the other karkadans. She wasn't completely female. She had a vagina, sure, but she also had balls and a cock. So instead of being praised for being a good hunter and warrior she was, she was exiled when she began to court another female.
The exile didn't extend to Dove, provided Olette wasn't with her, and when she had visited last, some of the other ring doves had told her how jealous they were of her being the sole focus of such a kind 'master'.
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It only worried Dove slightly that there were others that wanted her master; she would be fine with sharing. Dove glanced down, having lost track of time while singing. Olette was still laying with a glazed look in her eyes. Dove's eyes traveled steadily south, taking in the smooth curve of muscle, and then her sheath. Dove slowly crept forward, rubbing her master's sheath. Olette was still transfixed by Dove's singing, and didn't react other than for her cock to slide out a bit. Dove licked her lips, watching the thick red cock slowly creeping out of it's sheath.
Dove rubbed the canine cock gently, stopping her singing to carefully lick the tip. She felt Olette jump slightly "Who-what-Dove?" she sputtered, disoriented by the passage of time, first registering the feeling of her cock being licked first, then the absence of her ring dove for the place she was a minuet ago.
Dove churred-giggled at the dumbfounded expression Olette had, staring at her with a slightly open mouth. "D-Dove, what are you doing?" Olette asked, biting back a moan and trying to get away. Dove laughed again, and licked the tip of her cock again "Just showing my appreciation." she said, her eyes twinkling with mirth and slight lust.
Olette blushed, trying to cover herself, having been taught that her...deformity was shameful, a thing to be hidden and forgotten "There are other ways to-Ooh!" she groaned as Dove squeezed the growing knot "Yeah, but are they as fun as this?" she asked, releasing the cock and getting on all fours and looking expectantly at Olette.
Olette whined, unable to deny her mating urges, but unwanting to just hop on Dove's back like a horny dog. Dove gave her a soft smile and gently kissed the wolf-like creature, her tongue rubbing against Olette's much bigger and rougher tounge. Dove reached behind her and lined them up "Please master?" Dove pleaded, and Olette happily fulfilled her plea, gently mounting her and sliding her cock home, barely pausing to note she wasn't a virgin, before hilting.
Dove arched her back and moaned, reaching up and rubbing Olette's horn base, something that made her murr appreciatively, letting Dove get used to her size before pulling out and pushing in a steady rhythm, pounding Dove. Dove was being quite vocal about it, chirping and moaning cutely, feeling her cunt being stretched. Olette was much bigger than her last master, which was quite fitting, since she was twice the man he ever was.
Olette grunted and growled as she mated Dove, being rather rough, biting Dove almost hard enough to draw blood, then licking it better, or scratching her gently. Dove wasn't complaining, knowing Olette was doing it to make her feel good, and feel good it did, Olette's cock stretched Dove, but it also hit her just right on every thrust, the knot popping in and out hitting her clit.
Neither could last very long, and Olette was the one to go first, slamming into her bitch one final time with a howl, knotting her and marking Dove as hers. Olette shot her cum deep inside of Dove, and the hot seed set Dove off, and she moaned-screamed, collapsing from the power of her first true orgasm, and carefully turned to snuggle into Olette.
(1) was exactly the moment I found this additional info:
KARKADANN, Desert Unicorn One of the largest and most ferocious of all the UNICORN-like animals found across the globe, the Karkadann was said to stalk the arid flatlands and deserts of India, Persia and northern Africa in search of fresh meat. The name Karkadann is a variation of the Sanskrit "Kartajan", which means roughly "Lord of the Desert". This kingly appellation as also been translated as Karkadan, Karkadanno, Karmadan, and Cartazoon. This supposedly fearless predator (which has been known to be able to take down elephants) has been described as being as large as a bull, with a wolf-like visage. In the 4th century BC, Greek physician and historian, Ctesias, described the animal thusly: "Their bodies are white, their heads dark red and their eyes dark blue. They have a horn on the forehead that is about a foot and a half in length.... The animal is exceedingly swift and powerful, so that no creature, neither the horse nor any other, can overtake it." Although the Karkadann is an undeniably ruthless predator, it was said that a bird known as the ringdove was able to charm the savage beast. Legend has it that this fearless little bird would perch upon the Karkadann's horn and sing its song, much to the apparent delight of its canine host. Ancient historians claimed that the Karkadann so favored these birds that it would often make its home near their nest, and with an almost maternal instinct, protect these tiny avian divas from any potential harm.