Contentment
#6 of Flametail
The warm shower was invigorating. For the first time in several weeks I feel alive again. I carefully brush out my fur, comb my hair and then wipe condensation from the mirror. Green eyes peer back at me.
I head back into my room, spray myself with Max's favorite cologne and then slip the pentagram he gave me over my head. He had come home from the hospital a couple of days ago and in a few minutes I'll be heading out to see him. The very thought makes a bulge appear in my jeans. I have to close my eyes and count silently until the feelings pass.
I take a stuffed wolf from my dresser, sit down on my bed and run my paw over the fake fur remembering that Max had given this to me when I had been sick in the hospital with food poisoning. It seemed so long ago since Max had been shot by that lunatic Bear Donovan but actually only a few weeks had passed. I still remember my Wolf covered in blood, moaning and passing out. I remember being in the ambulance, Max being whisked away into surgery, my paws sticky with his life, his parents arriving, then mine, endless questions from the police, an interview on the local news, the thought of Max dying constantly on my mind.
However the goddess had answered my prayers and he had survived, the healing crystals I had put in his room helped too. The first bullet had ripped through his shoulder but was a clean through and through shot at least that is what the doctor said. The second bullet would have been fatal if not for what Max had stuffed in his jacket pocket. It had caused the bullet to slow and actually break apart so it didn't tear into his body. His Gameboy had shattered, surgeons removed a lot of plastic and metal from Max's chest but that was the extent of his injuries. He would need therapy on his shoulder to strengthen it and some plastic surgery to mask scarring but otherwise, my Wolf was whole and alive and I was going to fuck his socks off today.
I head downstairs and pick up the phone, Max would probably like some lunch. I dial and it is picked up on the third ring. "Hiya Wolf Eyes" I can barely keep the joy out of my voice.
"Well, hello Flametail, took you damn well long enough to call" he is chuckling
"Scuse me fuzzy" I feign indignation "I visited you every day in the hospital, forgive me for wanting a break. Besides you needed some time with family"
"Oh Jakey, you are family" he mumbles "but yeah as usual you are right. I've had cousins here I haven't seen in months, it's like Thanksgiving"
"Max, I am going to stop at the Burger King before I come over, want some lunch?"
"You read my mind, stop that" he snorts "Get me a Double Whopper meal mustard and ketchup only King Size with a coffee shake"
"Sheesh Max, you going to manage all of that?"
"I'm hungry Flametail and not just for fast food" he lowers his voice "Been too long my love"
Damn, he is arousing me something fierce. I take a deep breath
"You got a hard on didn't you" he whispers "Don't worry, I can take care of that too, see you in a few" he hangs up.
My dick feels like steel pipe and my balls are throbbing so bad I can barely make it to my car. I pull out and head for the restaurant. Max knows exactly what to say to put me in this state, I think it amuses him. no wonder I love my Wolf so much. At the drive thru, I order our lunch, pay at the window and head for his house.
I park in Max's driveway and get out, enjoying the warm sun on my face. The smell of food is making my stomach gurgle. I head to the side door and open it. "Max, I'm here" I call.
"I am in the living room Jake, lock the door behind you ok?" he answers.
I go into the parlor, Max is stretched out on the couch. He is wearing his cutoffs and an Ozzy T shirt. His feet however are bare and he wriggles his toes at me.. "Come here sexy" he purrs.
I all but leap into his arms. We kiss for long minutes, he runs his paws over my head and back, I hold him close, feeling his heartbeat quicken.
He pulls back and tilts his head at me with a cheeky grin. "Lunch first, then dessert" I pause to catch my breath, that iron bar in my pants needs desperate release. "You are evil Max Kierrn, you know that?"
He laughs and takes his sandwich out of the bag, then hands me a sketchbook."Take a look"
I open the cover and nibble on my fries. The first picture is of him dressed like Link from The Legend of Zelda, the one after that is me dressed like Fox McCloud from StarFox. "I thought we could do that for Halloween"
"That is months away"
He nods and noisily slurps his shake. "My uncle said he would make the outfits for us, all we have to do is supply the material I can get the accessories via this store I found on the internet"
I quite like the idea and nod "Sounds like fun"
Max smiles "I'll call him tomorrow, we can go to his shop for the measurements" I flip through the sketchbook, he has drawn wonderful pictures of his doctors, some of the nurses and a real nice landscape of the hospital
."That summer job I was telling you about is still on Jake"
I laugh "And you still need me to carry your canvases, wash your brushes and tell you what a great artist you are"
He gives me a grin. That is when I notice the last picture in the sketchbook and feel my blood run cold.
"I knew that one would do that to you"
I frown "Max, you drew a picture of Donovan hanging from a cross, underneath is written ~Martyr~"
He shrugs, pushing the last of his sandwich into his mouth. "That is how he sees himself"
"Max, I don't think...."
He waves me to silence "Jake, let it go"
I start to speak but he fixes me with a glare "No I will not be silent on this. Do you know how much hate mail I have received? How many nasty letters did you get last week? There are a lot of hateful, cruel folk out there!" he is trembling "Do you know what it is like to find out your father was looking at gravesites? Asking the insurance company if the policy covers homicide?" Tears roll down his face and he angrily brushes them away "that Honeylicker could have killed you too Jakey. And what is his punishment...Solitary in a juvie hall until he is 18. A fucking pawful of months and I have to gulp painkillers like they are M & Ms!"
I sit next to Max and grab him in a hug. He struggles at first then relaxes, sobbing into my chest. "He shot me Jake, it hurt so much, when I woke up in the hospital first thing I asked was if you were alright"
I rub my paws over his back "Shhhhh....it'll all work out my love. We'll be fine"
I hold him for long minutes until he calms down.
"I have to wash my face" he gets to his feet "Take a look at what is in there" he points to his knapsack "make sure to lock it when you are done"
He heads for the bathroom. Picking up the satchel I open it, inside is one of his portfolios. It is locked but a small key is taped to the cover. I unlock and look inside. My heart drops into my pants. He has a number of pictures, carefully inked, of me naked. There is also several of him nude as well and in some we are together in various positions of lovemaking. The last one is of us lying in afterglow. My head rests on his chest and we are modestly covered with a sheet. Both our faces show happiness. This one is entitled ~Contentment~. I carefully put them away.
Max comes back out, wiping his face with a towel. "Those are for us only Flametail" he smiles slightly. I stand and take him in a fierce hug, being careful of his shoulder
"I love you Max" His hug is equally fierce.
"I know. Let's get upstairs before we burst" I take his paw in mine as we head for his room. He closes the door behind us and we undress each other. We sit on the bed, I run my hands over his chest, his fur is growing back from where it had been shaved during his surgery, it reminds me of felt, he trembles at my touch.
"Lie back" I whisper. He does so, I kiss each shoulder, slowly working lower, feeling him shiver with pleasure. I kiss my way down to his wolfhood, running it through my paws, stroking him gently. He groans in pleasure as I take him into my mouth, running my tongue up and down his length.
I squeeze his sack gently, sucking hard, going all the way down to its base. His back arches, his hips moving in rhythm. I can feel his paws on my head, finding that sensitive spot behind my ears. I run my paws along his inner thighs, dragging my fangs gently up and down his dick, he howls my name. Hot cum sprays into my mouth, there is so much I nearly gag, I cough, gasp, and straighten up, I can feel his seed dripping from my mouth, his crotch is covered in white.
"Jake...oh I am so sorry...You ok" he sits up.
I feel ashamed "I am the one who is sorry, I wasn't ready for so much" He quiets me with kisses, licking my muzzle clean
"Never mind, your turn now" Before I can say anything, he is on me, sucking greedily on my cock. "Hey....no fangs" I protest. He just grins up at me, I feel his warm tongue running around the head of it, he traces my tailhole with a finger. "Goddess Max, that feels so good" I moan, not wanting the pleasure to ever stop.
He gives my sack a good tug, damn he's never been this enthusiastic before, I quite like it. I cry his name as I orgasm, he swallows eagerly and then gets to his paws, taking a position at the foot of his bed.
"Ok Flametail, ready for seconds?" He grabs my legs and gently positions me. I feel his swollen cock press against my ass, I cry out again.
"Max...." he slides in, my muscles latch onto him, not wanting to let go. His thrusts are slow, each time he goes a little deeper. I grab at the sheets, gritting my teeth as pain and ecstasy shoot through my body.
"Jake" he gasps "Tight as when we first made love" I wrap my legs around his waist, he reaches down, his paws grab mine.
"Too long you were denied me Max" I mutter "Don't stop!"
Max rears back, there is a final thrust and growl. Damn, so much cum sprays into me, he is just about forced out by the pressure. I sink back onto the bed, the room reeks of male. Max collapses onto the bed. I roll off taking the stance he had earlier. I run my paws up and down his legs, sliding a finger or two into him. He groans and lets out a yelp as I slip inside. He grins at me "Now I am the one who isn't ready"
I feel him tighten around me. As I love him, I rub my paws around our union. Max arches like a cobra "Jake....where did you learn that" he gasps.
I smile and begin pawing him off. "Scouts, now shush" I can't hold back anymore, my Wolf is at his peak as well. His howl joins mine as we climax together, I empty myself into his depths then pull free.
I crawl onto the bed and take him in my arms, his fur is soaked with sweat. "Wolf Eyes" I whisper and begin to kiss him.
"Flametail" he whispers back.
"My beloved Wolf is alive" I look into his beautiful blue eyes and smile.
He grins back "We stink to high heaven Jake"
I lick at his throat, feeling a pulsating vein "What are you do...." He gasps as I sink my fangs into it his blood is hot, not as salty as his semen though.
He shudders, holding my head to his neck. I run my tongue over the wound, feeling it close up. Not a drop of his precious life was lost, I feel warmth spreading deep inside my belly. "Now you bear my mark as I bear yours" I say quietly.
His eyes are half closed with ecstasy and exhaustion. I rest my head on his chest being careful not to rub against his wounds. As I lie there, listening to his steady breathing I say a silent prayer to the goddess thanking her for sparing him. No one will ever threaten my Wolf again.