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Under Northern Lights

Written By: Spudz

Four paws found purpose digging powerfully into the hard packed snow, leaving a distinct trail in the sprinting wolfdog's wake. The cold burned his lungs as he panted, his exhaled breath escaping in wafting puffs of condensation in the chilly evening air. It was invigorating, to see the landscape racing by beneath him in a blur of motion, to feel the wind batter his face with each bounding stride. Nothing compared to the exhilaration of simply cutting loose and running as fast as your legs could possibly carry you. It was the best way to unwind a day's worth of pent up energy, and it got you where you wanted to go right quick.

Only the faintest glimmer of light graced the horizon, the last touch of the day yielding to the coming night. Against the fading hues of color, a ghostly shadow stood tall before the otherwise featureless backdrop of snow and distant trees.

With each stride Balto took, the silhouette grew larger, rushing up to meet him in the maturing darkness. The sight of the abandoned boat was a familiar one to the wolfdog, its conspicuous wooden hull canted slightly on its side, silently waiting out the remainder of its days forever grounded on solid unforgiving earth. For several years he had retreated to the solitary vessel each night to sleep, or to escape the hustle and bustle of Nome. Tonight though, he sprinted with purpose toward the boat for a wholly different reason.

He was worried, and rightfully so. A frantic day spent searching had yielded him nothing but frustration and concern. The canine he loved so dearly had mysteriously disappeared without so much as a single trace earlier that morning, leaving him to fear the worst. None of the local dogs knew where she had gone off to, and everywhere he looked, there was no sign of her presence. However, now he had a lead, and a trail to follow. The tracks before him were fresh and easy to trace; he had finally caught up to her.

The ship soon loomed large before Balto, and he skidded to a stop, kicking up a furrow of snow. A few subsequent sniffs of the air confirmed his suspicions. There was no doubt about it now; his nose didn't lie. "Jenna..."

A practiced leap brought him onto the deck of the boat, where the solitary glow of a single lantern cast a pale light against the besieging night. Alongside the lamp sat the very husky he sought, her lush scarlet red fur and complementing scarf a welcoming sight after so long spent searching. She sat on her haunches, stoic with a welcoming smile, obviously expecting his arrival.

Balto was surprised to see no sign of Boris, or of Muk and Luk. The goose was always waiting when he returned each night, and the bears usually paid a visit around sunset. Their absence was strange, but quickly overlooked.

"Jenna, you had me so worried..." his words trailed off when her ears splayed back.

The husky's gaze fell to the deck between them. She already knew what he was going to say. "I'm sorry about today. I wanted to be with you, really I did. But I had to make sure everything was ready for tonight. I couldn't ruin this."

Balto recoiled back, head tilted to the side in confusion. "Ready for tonight? Jenna, what's going on?"

Her stunning hazel eyes found his once more, and she gave him a coy smile, making the wolfdog's heart melt. "I wanted this to be perfect. It just took a little time and preparation. I promise I'll make it up to you."

She paused and regarded him fondly, as if waiting for something. The silence grew at length for several long awkward seconds.

"I... uh..." Again Balto found himself at a loss for words, although for a completely different reason. The subtle wind had shifted, drawing Jenna's scent toward his keen nose. There was the distinctive air of hers he had come to relish and enjoy, intermingled with the almost overpowering smell of flowers and herbal fragrances from the bath she had taken yesterday... but there was something more.

The wolfdog inhaled deeply, trying to draw in more of the enthralling scent. He started moving toward Jenna, his paws carrying him forward without Balto consciously realizing it.

She watched him curiously, remaining where she sat alongside the lamp as he passed across her flank. Still sniffing the air, he felt himself getting excited, although why he wasn't sure.

Jenna suddenly moved to stand on all four paws, and lifted her elegant tail high just as Balto's nose inexplicably zeroed in on her haunches. He wasn't prepared...

The husky's intoxicating musk flooded his senses without warning, sending his mind reeling. He couldn't help himself, and pushed his nose right up under her flagged tail, touching hot slick flesh, breathing in the stimulating scent of a female in heat.

She whined pitifully, her hips quivering while he held himself there. "Oh, Balto!"

The exclamation snapped the wolfdog out of his trance like a bucket of icy water. His ears flattened fully against his head as he recoiled away from the husky, mortified by what he'd just done. "Ah... I'm sorry! I don't know... what came over me." His heart was racing, his breath quickened to the point of panting. The emotional surge he felt welling up in his chest was quickly spreading to his hindquarters. How had he not seen this earlier?

Jenna took a moment to collect herself, letting her tail fall back into its rightful position, and then that delightfully modest smile once more touched her muzzle. "Don't be ashamed. I want this, Balto; I want you, here and tonight."

His wolfish eyes darted about, unsure how to respond. "How long? How long have you been in heat?"

The husky slowly sauntered up toward him, shaking her hips with seductive grace. "Oh? Not long." She pressed herself up against his flank, making him shudder at the feel of her soft fur rubbing against his own. Her breathless words in his perked ear only added to his disheveled state. "I've waited for this moment for so long. I finally have you all to myself."

Balto's words were cut off by the gentle touch of her paw to his muzzle, silencing any rebuttal he could offer. She wasn't going to let him talk her out of this, and really, as he stood there looking into her loving gaze, he realized he didn't even want to try. This was the husky of his wildest dreams, the dog that had captivated his heart, and been at his side ever since that fateful night. There was no one else he would rather spend the rest of his life with. He wanted this more than anything else.

When the wolfdog's features softened, Jenna dropped her paw from his muzzle. "I love you, Balto. I always will."

He gave her an affectionate nuzzle in reply, and was rewarded with the husky's pleasant sigh. "I love you too, Jenna." Her warmth was comforting, and he had trouble pulling away. But he did so, only to give her muzzle a lick.

The husky's heat continued to flood his senses all the while, clouding his thoughts, breaking down his self-control with every passing second. His arousal already poked slightly out of his sheath, aching to satisfy her body's burning desire to mate. It took every ounce of the wolfdog's willpower to stay in control and not surrender to the feral hunger to breed.

Jenna was not ignorant of Balto's growing struggle. Her soft voice was almost a whisper, cutting through his turmoil of emotions like a knife. "Come with me. Let's go get comfortable."

She turned and deftly took the lantern's handle into her mouth in one fluid motion. The husky then passed him by, her tail brushing up enticingly against Balto's muzzle, teasing his whiskers. His hungry gaze followed her toward the pilot house of the boat, where she paused with a glance over the shoulder, lantern still held carefully in her maw.

Jenna said nothing, just simply regarded him with innocent, pleading eyes. But then a slight grin graced the corner of her muzzle, and she lifted her tail, giving the wolfdog a tantalizing peak at her heat soaked arousal. A moment later, and she disappeared down the boat's stairwell, leaving nothing but the fading glow of the lantern on the surrounding structure.

It was only then Balto realized how heavily he was panting. He had never been this worked up before in his recollection. Jenna had him head over paws in her control, and she was loving every minute of it; not to say he was too. This was a new side of the husky he had never seen before, and he liked it!

His tail wagging excitedly, Balto followed in her wake, trying to anticipate what waited below. Her ever-present scent lingered strongly even after she had gone, tickling his senses and rousing his stimulation to increasing heights. And yet, even as he hurried to join Jenna, he paused, caught up by the sudden splendor of a breathtaking sight laid out before him.

To his surprise, the aurora borealis lit up the newly darkened sky like never before, capturing the wolfdog's gaze. All across the atmosphere intricate ribbons of vibrant color fanned and snaked their way to-and-fro, performing a beautifully slow dance against the backdrop of distant stars. He had never seen the northern lights so profoundly illuminated before. The bands of magnificent hues had such life to them. It was almost like they were performing a show just for him, as if to punctuate the grandeur of that very night.

"So beautiful," Balto mused to himself. He turned toward the stairway where Jenna had disappeared, realizing that the husky wasn't here to appreciate the view with him. He hesitated a moment longer, stealing a glance back up toward the bands of light twirling across the sky. Had he had the chance, he could've stayed there all night watching the heavens dance. However, there was no denying the urges that beckoned to him. Reluctantly, he turned away from the remarkable sight.

The stairwell of the boat was a familiar path, one that he had traversed many a time on his way down to the safe haven of the deck below, where the wood of the hull protected from the harshest the elements had to offer. No matter how brutal winter got, it was nice to know he always had a cozy, albeit dank, abode he could take shelter in, although tonight... tonight, Jenna had been busy indeed.

The normally sparse living quarters, which had only contained a few ragged blankets at the best of times, was now literally transformed. The first thing that caught his eye was the plush assortment of downy pillows, all arranged carefully together with thick blankets laid on top for the makings of quite a comfortable looking bed. Opposite the bedding on a nearby table, there were plates adorned with sausage links and several cuts of freshly cooked meats, all of which assaulted the wolfdog's nose with heavenly aromas. There was even a freshly lit fire burning in the ship's old rusted coal stove that bathed the room in a nice pleasant heat.

Balto was floored by the sight of it all. This was quite a luxurious setup, even by human standards. "Jenna, how did you?"

The husky in question sat on her haunches right in the middle of the room, the most innocent look splayed across her features. "I had some helping paws."

"What? Who?"

She smiled knowingly. "That's my little secret." The lantern she had brought down with her now sat on the floor. Giving him a wink, she picked its handle back up in her mouth and padded over toward a nearby table, where she placed it gingerly atop the weather-worn surface. "I have one more surprise for you."

The wolfdog watched inquisitively as she moved out of sight, only to return with something new in her maw, covered by a thin cloth. He didn't have time to guess what she was up to though, as Jenna moved back to the lantern and carefully draped the mysterious item right overtop it, completely cutting off the light to the interior of the boat.

"I want to make this night special," she spoke softly in the darkness. "There's just one thing that's missing; something that I hold as a special reminder of the canine I love." He could hear her rustling with the cloth.

Just as suddenly as the light had been extinguished, it returned, vibrantly bright to his eyes. But, this light was not the familiar amber glow of the lantern's flame. It was something more, much more.

Brilliant colors decorated the surrounding walls in dazzling shades and hues, splayed about in swirls of chaotic order. Where two patterns met, a new color sprang into existence, tracing its way across the wood at random. It was almost like he was back out on the deck of the ship, watching the northern lights dance before his captivated eye. The whole scene was simply spectacular.

Balto looked back toward the husky, muzzle agape in surprise, and couldn't believe what he saw. The... well he wasn't sure what it was that now enclosed the lantern. It looked like some sort of clear shroud. But no, now he could see that the cover was constructed out of shards of multi-colored glass bottles, all perfectly fit together to fully enclose the lamp, providing a dazzling display of light that even the aurora borealis couldn't match.

"I never forgot the first time you showed me the northern lights," Jenna spoke coyly, averting her gaze from him with ears pinned back. "I know this isn't the same, it's..."

"It's perfect," he finished for her. The wolfdog smiled, and she perked back up, giving him a slight tail wag. "This is better than the hospital, better even than the northern lights themselves." He crossed the distance between them in a few bounding strides, catching Jenna by surprise, and stopped with his nose almost touching her own. "I wouldn't change a thing."

She closed the remaining distance between them, and nuzzled into his shoulder appreciatively. In that moment, everything really was perfect.

Balto enjoyed the feel of her warmth permeating his fur, but even so, his senses were quick to remind him of the real reason they were both down here on the boat's lower deck. This close, the husky's heat was the only thing he could smell, and it was driving him absolutely crazy. Thankfully, Jenna understood his plight and had no intention of letting him suffer any longer.

Her gentle bite on the scruff of his neck momentarily snapped the wolfdog out of his lust-filled haze. To his surprise she held on and guided him over toward the bed. He could do nothing but follow her lead.

Balto noticed distantly as they both passed the lantern how the mild disturbance of the air made the glass cover shift, causing the colorful ribbons spread all across the surrounding walls to move and bend as if they had come to life. He wanted to ask Jenna where she had come across such an intriguing thing, but the husky's insistent hold on his scruff, and her ever-present musk, quickly did away with the thought. He was but a slave to her will now.

His paws soon found the softness of the pillows beneath them. Only when he was fully on the bed did the husky release her hold. In the ensuing silence, as the spectacular colors continued their slow rhythmic caper all around the two canines, he wordlessly asked what she wanted him to do next.

Jenna responded with a sidelong glance and a sweep of a paw, motioning for him to lie down. Balto obliged, lowering himself down onto the remarkably soft sheets with an audible sigh, his hind legs folding out to the side of his body instinctively as he came to sit upright. The husky wasn't satisfied though.

"Roll over," she growled softly.

The way her features suddenly became predatory, Balto obeyed without hesitation, and turned over onto his back, hind legs spreading apart. Her breath caught as he presented himself to her, displaying his arousal fully to the husky's view.

His tapered malehood already poked halfway out of his grey-furred sheath, pulsing lightly in tune to his heartbeat, showing just how stimulated he was. The wolfdog's scent infused the space all around them, intermingling with the smell of Jenna's heat. He felt his ears pin back sheepishly as he watched her drink it all in, unsure of what she thought. He had never shown himself like this to another canine before.

She remained fixated on his length, ears perked keenly, muzzle falling partially open. Her silence lingered for a pregnant pause, until the husky's urges got the better of her and she began to pant. "Oh, my! Balto..."

His tail tucked between his spread legs as she padded forward to join him on the bed. He could see now through the hunger in her eyes that she was nervous; they both were. "Jenna?"

The husky came to sit on her haunches alongside his prone form, and reached a paw over to gently pull back his recoiling tail, exposing his fur-covered balls and crimson maleness. "Such a gifted wolfdog," she managed between heady breaths, still focused on his arousal. His words caught in his throat as she gave his aching orbs a gentle caress of her paw. "I've... wanted to do this for so long."

That gentle paw of hers moved to stroke his engorged sheath cautiously, eliciting a startled moan from Balto. His reaction spooked the husky, and she pulled away, unsure of herself.

In that moment, they looked into each other's eyes, both panting now in their heightened excitement. "Have you... have you ever done this before?" he asked anxiously.

Jenna canted her head. "No, I've never."

He fought a moment to catch his breath. The haze of shameless hunger was constantly chipping away at his willpower. It took every effort to simply speak. "I've, I... I haven't either."

Her features relaxed, and she smiled down at the hapless wolfdog, taking comfort in the fact that he was also a virgin. No more words needed to be spoken between them. They were both in this together.

His whole body tensed up as she resumed her exploration of his malehood, her paw stroking across his sheath, tracing dulled claws through his thick grey fur, teasing him mercilessly. He felt himself grow, his length sliding further out of the furry covering with each sensual touch. Her rough paw pads were coarse, yet soft against his bare flesh. The pleasurable sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. This was going to make masturbation no fun...

Balto inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling Jenna tug downward on his sheath, slipping the rest of his swollen length out. The sight of his slightly inflated knot gave her pause, and she recoiled back to admire his endowment, licking her chops.

The absence of her touch made him squirm uncomfortably. Their combined arousal was saturating his senses. It took all his concentration to not buck his hips in blind feral lust. Her pause was only brief though. In his moment of weakness, she shifted her position, and zeroed in on his helpless cock.

The awe inspiring feel of a broad velvety tongue scraping across his sensitive flesh made the wolfdog thrust on pure impulse. He lost what control he had and humped wildly, trying to bury his aching malehood in something, anything! The instinctual need to breed consumed him.

His wanton thrusts met nothing but air, and after a moment of futility, he came back down to his senses. Jenna was looking at him with an excited grin. She seemed to take pleasure in seeing him so worked up. He felt his ears wilt with embarrassment, which only broadened her smirk.

Wordlessly she turned her attention back to his tormented cock, and gave another torturous lick along his tapered length. Balto bit back a moan as his hips twitched. He just barely managed to contain himself, clenching his teeth with the effort of it all. Her confidence quickly built, and she wasted no time tasting every inch of his arousal, overwhelming him with the silky pleasure of her tongue.

His head fell back against the pillows of the bed. The swirling colors painted on the ceiling above seemed to pulse and dance more vigorously with each passing second, feeding off the passion of the moment. He tried to concentrate on the spectacle, but it was a wasted effort. He was succumbing to his body. The pleasure of it all was breathtaking.

To Balto's surprise, his view of the whirling colors was suddenly obscured by Jenna's hindquarters.

The husky had straddled him, trying to give herself a better angle to get at his maleness. He couldn't help but take in the beautiful sight of her petite nipples, which stood out slightly from the creamy white fur of her smooth stomach, tender and swollen by the onset of heat. His eyes quickly drifted downward, tracing their way across the tasteful curves of her form, until he found what he really sought.

Underneath her curled tail, the bare, swollen mound of the husky's sex was soaked by her heightening arousal, the supple outer folds parted ever so slightly. Balto felt his cock throb eagerly; her heat... it was so strong, the wolfdog could actually taste it. He just wanted to climb up on those lovely hips of hers and pound her until...

Warm, slick wetness wrapped itself around the tip of his cock, cutting off the world around him. Balto's haunches jerked at the remarkable feel of Jenna taking him slowly into the wet silkiness of her muzzle. "Ohhh!" His exclamation melted into a helpless groan, causing the husky's tail to wag eagerly above him. He couldn't see her going down on him, but he could feel every excruciating inch of his maleness disappear agonizingly slow into her maw.

She reached the tip of his knot and withdrew just as slowly, dragging her silky tongue against his cock, pushing the wolfdog to heights of pleasure he had never even imagined in his wildest dreams. He squirmed about against the pillows of the bed, resisting the primal urge to thrust his hips. This was REALLY going to make masturbation no fun!

The husky's haunches rocked gradually as she began to bob her head, building up a rhythm. The intense slurping and sucking of her efforts perked his ears while he reveled in the tightness of her mouth, how her hot breath wafted against him with each labored pant of breath she puffed through the sides of her muzzle. He felt a paw begin to fondle his aching balls, only adding to the building rapture that dominated his awareness.

Jenna's sex swayed enticingly before him. Consumed by his lust-filled passion, Balto didn't even think, and leaned up slightly, muzzle falling open. He gave her heat-soaked flesh a long greedy lick, causing the husky to freeze, a muffled gasp escaping her full mouth. To his amazement, her taste was simply delectable; he had to have more!

Balto reached his paws up to grasp her hips, and held Jenna still, allowing him to sate his newfound hunger. His every stroke made her haunches tremble as she whined keenly above him. Her reaction only spurred him on further, compelling the wolfdog to lap ravenously at her heat.

Not to be outdone, she began sucking him off again, but with great difficulty. He could feel her every vocalization across his swollen cock while she struggled to overcome her own building euphoria.

Their combined oral stimulation resounded in a chorus of raucous noises that echoed off the boat's interior. Balto quickly found himself wanting more, much more. His paws shifted again, and gently spread her outer petals apart, giving him unhindered access to her sex.

His tongue moved without mercy, penetrating deep into her, curling across her inner walls, relishing her essence. He just couldn't get enough.

Jenna let his malehood slip from her maw with a bark, her body giving out as she collapsed onto Balto without warning. She froze, as if poised on the edge of a cliff, and then shuddered, her body spasming violently.

The husky's sex clamped tight rhythmically around his invading tongue. She rolled her head in a dazed bout, whimpering softly, caught up in the heady bliss of a powerful orgasm.

Her release seeped readily into his muzzle, and he drank in her essence as best he could, delighting in the tang of her heat. To see Jenna so enraptured by his intimate touch, he couldn't put the feeling to words.

He never relented in his assault, trying to prolong the pleasure for his mate. His every motion seemed to drive her to new heights, making her whole body quiver, drawing out the carnal ecstasy of her peak for an eternal moment. He didn't want it to end.

After a few wondrous moments though, she came down from her release and went limp above him, her body racked by her heavy panting. "Balto... that was... wonderful!"

He withdrew from her trembling sex and gave her outer petals a few gentle licks, enjoying the last remnants of her climax. When she looked back over her shoulder out of breath, he smiled timidly.

The colorful lights continued to spin and whirl all around the two canines, taking on new intensity. The ribbons and bands had come fully to life, prancing about in fiery passion. Their energy reached a crescendo, echoing the fervor of the moment.

That predatory air returned to Jenna's eyes once more. She made a show of licking her lips, and carefully rolled off his sprawling form to stand upright on shaky legs. Without so much as another word, the husky then gingerly made her way off the bed, making sure to pause just long enough with her tail curled high to give him an enticing view.

Balto was right on her heels in a heartbeat, his own tail wagging, malehood bobbing eagerly between his legs. When she came to a halt on the firm wooden deck of the boat, he nuzzled into her flank, asking for her permission, even with his feral nature now firmly in control.

In the heat of the moment, Jenna looked back at him through half-lidded eyes. Her hind legs spread themselves further apart and her tail flagged gracefully to the side, giving him the consent he so desperately desired. "Breed me, Balto!"

With that, the very last shred of his self-control fled. The wolfdog mounted her, sliding his chest up atop her back, front legs wrapping instinctively around her hips as he pushed her tail to the side. The husky's body went rigid beneath him with her bated breath.

Balto thrust his hips forward, and felt his painfully stiff erection brush against the silky soft fur of her inner thigh. He tried again, his inexperience showing as he prodded at her haunches. Beneath him, Jenna uttered an impatient whimper.

Determined, he shifted his stance, and finally felt his tapered tip brush up against slick, inviting warmth. Uttering a growl, Balto's hips surged forward on pure instinct, burying his maleness fully into the slick heat of the husky's needing sex all the way to the base of his sheath.

Jenna yelped in surprise as she took an awkward step forward, causing the wolfdog's slightly inflated knot to withdraw back out from her folds. He uttered a heady groan, marveling at the sensational feel of his length scraping against her yielding flesh. His cock craved it, longing to be buried deeper within her heat.

He thrust forward once more, hilting himself back into Jenna's sex, completely at the mercy of his wildest desires. His passion elicited another bark from the husky, but she held her stance, allowing him to grind himself against her rump like the domineering wolf he was.

Balto's rhythm was slow but powerful, hips plunging forward with primal energy, paws wrapping tight around her hindquarters for leverage. Their combined arousal was palpable, filling his nose with increasing intensity, spurring him onward.

Jenna's tension quickly melted away. He could feel her body soften, sense her discomfort melt into bliss. She moaned beneath him in panting fits, punctuating each satisfying schlurk of his rapidly inflating knot plunging rudely into her heat-soaked sex.

The northern lights winding their way across the walls became a whirling blaze of vivid fire and flame, churning ever brighter all around the mating canines, distantly thrilling, yet mostly unnoticed.

The wet and sloppy sounds of their mating were all Balto could hear. His furry balls thumped into her haunches repeatedly while he pumped against her trembling rear with growing energy, just aching to drain his potent seed into the husky he loved.

His engorged knot suddenly met resistance, grinding against her tortured vulva. The wolf's instincts screamed at him to ram forward with all his might to tie with Jenna. He had to fill her sex with his entire throbbing length, he had to slam his knot into her no matter what; he had to breed her!

Jenna looked back over her shoulder, her eyes unfocused, ears pinned fully back. Her voice was guttural, almost a growl. "Tie with me, Balto. Give me your puppies..."

He obliged with a possessive growl, shoving his hips against her with all his might. The wolf's knot slammed into her outer lips one final time, spreading her beautifully wide, before his malehood sunk fully into her sex with an audible squelch.

Both canines moaned richly, overcome by the primal pleasure of tying. His knot inflated further, locking them together, ensuring Jenna would be bred.

The fiery colors morphed into a violent chaos of conflict and turmoil across the room, a tidal wave that threatened to crash down upon them at any moment.

Balto's hind legs tangled with the husky's as he ground up against her trembling body. He could feel his loins tightening, foretelling his coming peak. He humped against her in a frenzied blur, his knot holding them firmly together. He was so close!

Jenna suddenly cried out, tilting her head back in a long exclamation of unbridled passion. Her whole body shuddered, caught up in the ecstasy of release, her sex squeezing powerfully around his knotted length, rhythmically kneading the crimson flesh, imploring him to satisfy her heat's need. He couldn't hold out any longer!

Balto's teeth clenched, his eyes twisting shut. The coiled spring grew ever tighter in his haunches, on the cusp of glorious release. He felt his balls tighten as he gave one last reckless thrust of his hips, almost lifting Jenna's hind legs into the air.

The wolf finally careened over the edge. He raised his head and groaned deeply, feeling the coiled energy explode forth with unrestrained pleasure. His cock twitched powerfully, shooting thick ropes of cum into Jenna's waiting sex, coating her folds with his seed. All he could do was hold himself there, grating against the husky's haunches, emptying his balls into her lustfully, unable to do anything but ride out the carnal waves of bliss that washed over him.

Jenna's cry of passion dissipated into a soft whimper, her body still racked by the surges of her potent climax. Her sex milked his malehood hungrily, accepting every spurt he had to offer. It went on for what felt like a heavenly eternity, holding both canines in frozen rapture.

In that moment they were joined together in perfect harmony.

Balto's climax soon slowly wound itself down, until he gave one last spurt of cum deep inside the husky. He uttered a contented sigh and let his body go slack. In the wondrous ebbs of their mating, he found himself gasping for breath, his body overwhelmed by the whole experience.

Jenna too, was rendered breathless. He could feel her limbs shaking, threatening to give out at any moment. Only then did he realize she was still supporting a good portion of his weight. There was a way to fix that.

He let his instincts guide him, and carefully slid sideways off her back. It took a moment of awkward posturing, but eventually he managed to swing his hind leg overtop her back. The action caused his knotted length to shift within the quivering husky, and he couldn't help but moan, feeling his cock give a few more shots of his seed.

It was a weird, yet pleasant sensation, having his maleness twisted back between his hindquarters, still firmly wedged within Jenna's folds. To say that it just felt... right, well it was probably the only way he could describe it.

The husky's front legs finally gave out. She crumpled onto the floor and rested the side of her muzzle against the wood with a satisfied moan, her rump still held high in the air against Balto's own. Neither canine said anything as they relished the afterglow of their coupling, trying to catch their collective senses.

It was enough for Balto just to watch the colorful lights of the lantern. The swirls and bands had returned to their previously docile state, only barely shifting to his eyes as he looked. It was truly a beautiful sight, emulating the relaxing calm that had taken hold.

A couple times, Jenna's body would shift, and the wolfdog had to stifle a groan at the pang of pleasure that emanated from his inflated cock. He could actually feel his seed slopping around his tapered length, almost overflowing her sex. He was amazed he had cum so much.

After a short while spent in breathless silence, Balto felt his knot slowly begin to deflate. With a tortured whimper, he pulled away from Jenna and felt his cock pop free, leaving a mess on the floor between them.

The wolfdog was immediately overcome with the urge to clean himself, and he wasted no time dropping onto the floor to do just that. However, Jenna beat him to the punch and took the opportunity to sidle up alongside to begin licking his receding maleness, cleaning their combined fluids from the sensitive flesh. "Jenna?"

She gave him a coy sidelong glance at his question, and continued to clean him. Balto quickly gave in to her will and watched with rapt interest, enjoying the feel of her velvety touch on his loins. She matted his fur with her careful attention, making sure no spot was left untouched. He could come to enjoy this; she was definitely gifted when it came to oral stimulation.

When Jenna was finished and his length was once more tucked safely away in his sheath, the wolfdog decided to return the favor, and silently asked her to roll over so he could tend to her own hygiene.

She obeyed wordlessly and rotated onto her back, splaying her legs wide with a seemingly innocent smile. He was amazed to see just how messy she was. His seed seeped from her sex readily, coating the downy white fur of her inner thigh and rump. He really had filled the husky, ensuring that she had been bred properly.

The mess didn't bother Jenna though, quite the opposite actually. "That was amazing, Balto!"

He smiled sheepishly, inwardly delighting in seeing her so contented. "I couldn't agree more."

"Oh, I can feel it spilling out." She looked down and admired the mess between her legs. "So warm and satisfying."

"Let me take care of that."

He rather enjoyed their combined taste as he bent down to clean the pungent remnants of their coupling from her heat soaked mound. Jenna certainly enjoyed his attention, spreading her legs further apart to watch him, still panting lightly. When he finished, he gave her nipples a few teasing licks, and chuckled when she moaned with her ears momentarily folding back.

Both canines soon found their way to the food Jenna had brought over earlier, their hunger getting the better of them. When only scraps remained, they both ended up on the bed, curled up close together watching the lantern lights shift about in slow intricate waves, the perfect conclusion to their mating. It was only then that a thought occurred to Balto.

"Where is Boris? And the bears?"

His questions drew a slight head tilt from the husky snuggled up against his flank. "Oh? Don't worry, we have the boat all to ourselves tonight."

"You've thought of everything," he observed with a grin.

"I wanted you all to myself, so that I could give you this gift."

Balto nuzzled into her shoulder affectionately. "And it was a wonderful gift. But, this is only the beginning."

"Yes... a family." She spoke the words wistfully with a smile. "I'm ready for this, Balto. To have your puppies, I couldn't be happier."

"And I'll be there with you every step of the way."

Jenna licked the wolfdog's muzzle in reply. "You're already with me tonight." Her words were spoken with an unexpected playfulness. After a second, a naughty smirk played the corners of her muzzle. "All night long..."

Balto felt his loins stir. The husky's heat was still very much in full bloom; her scent drenched the boat's interior even more so than before their mating. He quickly found himself getting worked up again.

Jenna saw the look in his eyes and let the smirk grace her entire muzzle. Without another word, she stood and sauntered off the bed, giving her tail a seductive flourish. Balto, for his part, was right on her heels.

All the while, the northern lights continued their endless waltz across the room, standing silent vigil over the canine couple.

Neither of them was going to get any sleep tonight...