Ahs Voi S'Zhet.
Ahs Vois S'Zhet.
'Wake up, my little Azertek...' A soft, silky voice cooed. 'I have been waiting, for, oh, so long...' Breath rolled down his chin, neck, and chest, like cool air across the hand from an iced fruit stick.
Azertek's vision was completely covered.
He couldn't see, he realised after a moment, because his lids were closed. He opened them, and nothing changed.
'Why are we in the dark...?' He mumbled, still tired, the reason eluding his numb brain.
'We're not.' The woman said.
'Then why-?' he began, but the mare's liquid black form shifted from above him, and the dull yellow glow of a cheap or old glow lamp bulb penetrated his bleary eyes. He winced away from the intrusion, startled by its appearence.
After a moment, he tried to spot the woman. She was nowhere in sight.
With a start, he whirled from the cushion and cloth bed, his robes billowing off of him. His alert eyes surveyed the room, but the dull lighting was playing tricks on them, making him blink every few seconds to make sure he was properly focused. Failing that, he tried using the Force, to percieve that which wished not be seen.
But he was tired, and his focus easily broken. The giant mare easily stalked him in the small room, melting with the darkness, gliding with a grace that flatered her muscled girth.
His instincts, long forgotten, desperately scrabbled and gibbered at his mental barriers. The wolf started to perspire with fear, and he felt the need to run, but he held his body in check.
Now behind the sweating wolf, the mare stepped forward, shifting her massive frame with such silence that the emptiness swallowed sound itself. Each step was taken with purpose, and a regal stature, and any normal being would have made a ruffling sound on the cloth.
But the mare didn't.
Nearly 700 pounds of deadly horse flesh moved at an immensely sedate pace for about 12 feet, then stopped just short of the concrete gray Jo-Shenjen Padawan.
With a jerk, the wolf whipped around, aided by adrenalin and the Force alike. To the casual observer, it would have seemed as if he had never moved, simply just blinked into a different position.
He had thought he had sen something in the corner of his eye, just before he had turned. A dark shape, a black mass, silent as vacuum space.
Again he snapped around, but still the figure is unseen.
Moments later, he felt more of the cool breath on the nape of his neck. It dodn't puff or disturb his fur in any way. It just cooled his skin, as if only that part of him was open to a freezer locker.
Once more he spun around, and again he saw nothing. A small whisper in his right ear nearly made him jump out of his skin.
'Calm down, love... You might strain a muscle...'
His ears slick back in fear, and the right one touched something soft and slightly wet. It was warm and, at the same time, cool. It flicked the tip of his ear a few times, then drew it between lips, which started to softly kneed the end.
Arms, also feeling hot and cold, wrapped around his body, resting the hands in the crevice of his crotch, just barely touching the fine hair there. With such lightness did the digits touch, Azertek wasn't completely sure it wasn't just his imagination.
He glanced down, and saw the wide palms and huge forearms. They looked almost content to just sit there. But with a soft sigh in his ear, the hands carressed oh so softly, and his undercurled tail flagged up as blissful pleasure rocked his body.
In ecstatic rapture he swayed forward, leaning awkwardly, but the arms pulled him back to rest upon the woman's chest.
Her body was satiny soft, despite the heavy musculature that was quite evident. Her breasts were firm, but not so much that he couldn't push his head into them, and the smoky green spaghetti top she had had on before was nowhere in sight. Same for the extended loin cloth.
The lips on his ear let go, the chin nudging the improvised pillows out of the way, letting his neck straiten out.
The wolf took a deep sigh, and closed his eyes, content to just listen to the steady, thump-thumpa-thump of the mare's dual hearts.
The fingers were warming up, as was the rest of the body he lay upon.
A soft _slick_ing noise announced that his knot had made its way from his sheath, but since his ears were covered by the milk producing pillows, only the mare heard it.
The wolf reached up, placing his hands under the massive mammaries, lightly stroking them. They were such soft things, but when he pressed more, he could feel it straining with life giving milk. The touch made the mare's body heat up more, and soon he felt like he was in a sauna, where the steam was the Force. With a grunt of absolute satisfaction, his body went limp like half melted butter.
With a slipping sensation, their minds linked.
He felt just the tip of the mare's feelings, her loss, her hatred, and her love, and marveled at its massive fury. He wondered how she did not perish from its mighty blows.
'Muchani...' he breathed, barely pulling her name from the hurricane of sweeping Force galvonized emotions.
The horse _hmhmhmmm_ed her laughter, vibrating his deliciously loose form. 'That is correct, my little lovely.'
She slid down against the make-shift bed, pulling his body up a litle, resting his legs over her thighs, splaying them further. With one hand, she squeezed the wolf's knot, fingers and thumb easily encircling it. This action elicited a quick panting moan, almost the sound of a whine.
The wolf tried to hump her hand, but in the position he was in, all he manged to do was brush his tail over her exposed genitalia. This got him another squeeze.
'You are such a wonderful pup,' the ebony black mare moaned, squeezing his meat for another time. 'I want you to love this...'
Azertek was in bliss. His nerve endings were sending so much sensory pleasure that his spinal column tingled. His stiff member throbbed, sending more shivers down his spine, making him whimper for release. Again he tried to hump the steady hand, but again he was foiled by the position in which he was held.
Muchani rolled forward, forcing the wolf onto his hands and knees, straddling him like a stallion. Her hand quickly started to flick across his legnth in heavily pleasuring strokes, her other supporting her bulk. Her breasts swayed slightly with the movements, gently rolling the wolf's head side to side. Her tongue entered his ear, wetly slipping in and then back out, oddly fanning the fire of the situation even more.
Her stomach rippled, and her tail arched up in reaction to the feelings produced by the young canid's tail upon her sensitive nerve endings in her labia and anus. The downy fur of her abbs tickled his back lightly, making his tail pull up more, until it was pushing against her cleft in quite an erotic manner. Soon she was sliding up and down it, rubbing her winking and engorged flesh against the furry resistance.
The wolf's nose was quickly assaulted by the scent of her sex. The veins in his penis nearly popping out with pressure, he started to rut the silken hand.
Again she pressed her tongue into the male's ear, this time on the left. With a sudden squish, she slipped it as far as it would go, and then orgasmed in a powerful burst of Force energy.
The energy warped the air like a mirage on a desert world, then was channeled through the massive woman's body. Thick and dark, a red almost black, the Force flashed steadily, keeping in pace with her heart.
Much like a funnel, it was slung into the wolf.
Azertek's body tensed as the feelings of Muchani's orgasm exploded into him. His heart fluttered, and a giant pressure in his knot quickly piled up. With one more thrust into the heavenly hand, he ejaculated.
Thick, ropy strings of seed slashed across the ground several feet in front of him, as the force shined in golden brilliance, radiating nearly white hot. One hit Muchani in the roof of her mouth, and another on the bottom of her chin seconds later, as she pulled her head back with a grunt, releasing for a second time.
Again the wolf iwas hit by another orgasm, but this time it is more diluted, and only a dribble lets loose from his shaft. His knot ached immensely, still spent from the first orgasm.
He fell asleep moments later, mentally and physically exhausted.
The mare sliped his limp form onto the clean pillows, chest up. With her unnatuarally long tongue, she cleaned her lips and chin of the semen, then proceded to clean his still throbbing erection.
He groaned in his sleep as she slathered around and upon it, slurping the fluids off of the flesh. But he soon relaxed again as she put a palm to his testes, and lets the Force flow through them, stregthening the area, and revitalizing the nerves. She worked him for a while, then left him at the brink, and with a final kiss, went to clean up the room.
In the center of the floor, she knelt down, both palms against the plush carpet. With a sudden jerk, she ripped her right hand away from the floor, as if jerking something back.
At the same time, all the sexual fluids in the room flew out of its cloth resting place, to float in the air. With a small smile, the mare got up, and closed both hands together, interlinking the fingers.
The floating mess zoomed together, forming a marbly white ball.
Stepping over to it, she reached one hand up and braught the ball to her lips. For some time she sipped silently, idly ammusing herself by sliding the Force around to lightly massage the still hard member of the wolf.
With a last lick to her hand, she lay parallel to his sleeping body. A quick flick of her tongue pulled his penis into her mouth again, and as she drifted off to sleep, still sucking on the pulsing organ, she felt a small part of herself click back into place.
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