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If there was one good thing to be said about the mine, it was that it was predictable. Every day the workers followed the same schedule like clockwork, and that meant that every day Alexei could expect the same stream of thirsty customers when the western horizon blossomed with orange. Each week there would be caravans with merchants and inspectors, but beyond that, the small outpost gave little cause for passing visitors, because that would travel to or from the north, through the deadly mountain pass that separated civilization from frozen death .

The otter could count the number of visitors he'd received in his years of serving at the tavern on one paw, so when the tall, heavily-clad wolf stepped into the bar and he appended his count, he could barely contain his excitement.

Only a few patrons from the end of the mind shift remained. After depositing his heavy backpack beside him, the wolf sat in one of the far corners, alone, and folded his paws over each other on the table, staring off at nothing. Thick clothing covered his form, tufts of fur lining peeking out from around his neck, and a cloak fashioned from the fur of a bear clung to his back.

The otter made his way over to the stranger's table. "Greetings, sir, and welcome to the Lutrenes' Den. We have the finest mead this high north, if I could interested you in a glass."

The wolf turned to look at him, and a grin displayed myriad sharp whites, a sharp contrast to his midnight fur. He looked around thirty, maybe a little less, but carried a sublime aura of wisdom that exceeded his years. He must've been from the North, dressed like that; Alexei could only imagine what he'd been through.

When the wolf spoke, his deep voice made the smaller male's chest vibrate. "That would be excellent, though I worry about the price. I am short of coin, and probably do not have enough for more than a bed."

The otter smiled, and leaned some of his weight onto the back of a chair.. "Well, luckily for you, coin isn't the only currency we accept. If you'd share your story, I'd gladly provide a glass for you to sip while you do it."

The wolf let out a low bark of laughter. "I doubt my story would be acceptable currency. I'll do work in your kitchens to pay it off."

The otter grinned. "No, I insist. I've got many things I'd like to ask you, and I don't want to be a bother, so it's only fair. You don't have to work. Unless, of course, you'd rather."

The wolf paused, eyes down on the table, as if he were once more lost in thought. Alexei realized he'd been blabbering, and his ears curled down. But when the wolf looked up, he didn't appear to be bothered. "Very well. I'll answer your questions, but only because I like you," he said with a gleam of his deep blue eyes.

A minute later, a smiling Alexei pulled out the chair opposite to the wolf and placed a fresh glass of his finest mead in front of the traveller. Sitting level with the wolf, it struck him how large the creature was: wolves were ordinarily fairly large creatures, but this black wolf was taller and broader and more thickly-furred than any Alexei had seen, save for the most expensive mercenaries. Granted, if he lived in the frozen wastes of the north, he would need it all to survive.

"My thanks," the wolf muttered, and brought the glass up to his lips. First, his nose twitched in inhalation, then he took a light sip that morphed into a deep gulp.

"It's to your liking?"

Once the wolf set down his glass, he wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw, and nodded. "Very good." The cup sat down with a clang, and he once more folded his hands. " So, you had questions?"

The otter scooted forward a bit in his chair, and once more caught himself being a bit too eager. "You're a traveler, right? Do you come from the North?"

"Yes. My family and I live forty miles north of here."

A simple answer, yet profound implications. At the very least, the wolf commanded immense respect: the harsh climate up there would surely kill anyone unprepared within hours. The otter realized his mouth was gaping, and he shut it. He looked down and drummed his fingers against the table. "I thought this was the last town this far north, and we're only up here so high because of the mine..." Hell, in winter, the lakes were frozen and they couldn't even swim. He looked up and met the wolf's azure eyes. "Why don't you move down here?"

The wolf chuckled. "Well, there aren't many of us left up there, so I presume some did. But we're quite attached to our land. It is sacred to us, and we only leave when we have important business elsewhere."

"Where are you headed?"

The wolf finished a gulp of mead before responding. "A long ways away."

He sensed the wolf's reluctance to give details and didn't press. "I figured, with that backpack." Extending a paw, he reached across the table. "I'm Alexei, by the way. I do the serving here most nights."

The wolf's heavy paw easily encapsulated the otter's. "I'm... well, it's not important. I'm a stranger." He gave the smaller male's paw a firm squeeze, then pulled away. "Guess you don't get many visitors 'round here, 'specially ones that look like me."

Alexei tilted his head. He wanted to ask for the wolf's name, but knew pressing the issue wouldn't get him anywhere. They had a decent rapport, and he wanted to sustain it. "We don't. And I've never seen someone like you before."

The wolf laughed. "That a good or bad thing?"

"Well..." Looking down, the otter bit his lip, wishing he'd brought something for himself to drink, so he could bide time for a decent response. Instead, what came out resembled a squeak: "You are quite handsome..."

The wolf's lips parted in a grin, and he took another drink. "Well, I'm glad someone thinks so. You're not so bad, yourself."

The otter had to pause for a moment to convince himself those words were real. His groin felt tight. "You must travel a lot. Does it ever get lonely?"

The wolf scraped his chair forward and leaned over the table. "I know it's odd for my species and bad for my family, but I work best alone." A combination of his scent and his deep voice made the otter shiver. "I may prefer to be alone, but enough nights in solitude and anyone will long for company."

"Well..." The otter couldn't meet the wolf's eyes. He bid his tongue not to say the words he was thinking, but they blundered out anyway: "I could, um... I mean, if you want some company, I could join you."

The wolf's teeth flashed again. "What exactly are you looking to join me in?"

"Just sleeping," the otter squeaked. "Y'know, a warm body to press against." He met the wolf's eyes, and staring into the blue pools made his groin that much tighter. "And, I... well, service down here in the bars isn't the only kind I'm capable of...."

The wolf crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back. "Well... I can't say that I'd complain, either way." He finished the last of his glass, and set the finished drink down with a clang. "But I shan't impose. I'll be heading up to my room, shortly. You're free to follow, but don't feel obligated."

The wolf stood, and alexei was quick to follow. It struck him again how large the wolf was. "No, no," the otter said. "I want to. You're really interesting, and this place is boring." He stepped closer to the wolf, until they were right beside each other. Feeling a stroke of bravery, he leaned up as close as he could to the wolf's ear. "Besides, it's been forever since I've got to play with a knot."

The wolf's icy eyes latched onto his, and he saw a bit of teeth as a low, dominant growl left the male's chest. Alexei's knees almost went weak. He wanted to lean back in and huff in a deep lungful of the wolf's heavy scent, but that would have to wait. The wolf turned. "Show me to my room."

The otter went to fetch the wolf's key, and returned to find him with his backpack strapped on, ready to go. He led the larger male up the stairways and unlocked the door for him, passing the key to the wolf before they stepped inside.

It was a small place, but homey enough. The bed would be a bit of a stretch for two, but the otter was perfectly fine with being up nice and close. As he watched, the wolf stepped over towards the bed and began to strip. First came the backpack and the heavy cloak. Then off came his fur overcoat, and his fur-lined leggings. Underneath were simply-woven garments, and soon enough the wolf's shirt came off, too, shredding the final layer of fabric covering the sleek, black muscle of his chest.

He was magnificent. Alexei could hardly move for admiring the creature, even as the wolf advanced on him. The otter craned his neck the other way when the black wolf pressed his nose to the otter's neck and raked in a deep breath.

What he wasn't expecting was the wolf's long, broad tongue snaking out and pressing against his neck. "O-oh..." The single swipe of the beast's tongue was an agonizing ordeal. He panted, gentle at first, but soon the breaths came ragged.. It might've taken a full minute for that single lick.

Finally, it ended, and the otter was throbbing. He opened his mouth to apologize for how damn eager he was, but when he looked up and met the wolf's eyes, he saw the same eagerness in the other male's face.

He wasn't sure who started it, but the distance between them closed and their mouths pressed together. He wrapped his small arms around the wolf, who after a brief hesitation, did the same. Entwined and panting, they kissed. It was a slow kiss, not a desperate one, but one kiss turned to many and soon the otter was holding on to the wolf for support, in the process pressing his bulging groin against the wolf's thick, pulsing sheath. He gasped into the wolf's mouth, and the larger male pressed forward a bit harder.

He wondered how long it'd been since the wolf had kissed someone. The gentle passion in his movements spoke of neglect and longing. They might not have known each other that well, but in that moment, each was exactly what the other wanted and needed. He pressed a paw to the wolf's hard stomach, and slowly ventured lower, into the wolf's pants, until his paw closed around the wolf's sheath--or tried to, at least; he couldn't wrap a single paw all the way around its girth. He gave it a squeeze and it throbbed in response.

The wolf pulled away, and a heavy paw on the back of the otter's back urged him toward the bed. He complied, and the old, creaky mattress felt considerably better underneath him when the wolf dropped down on it beside him--after taking off his pants, leaving his brown undergarments as the final tarnish on his ebon, muscled body.

"You're beautiful," the otter found himself saying.

"And you're adorable." The wolf leaned in, and returned the otter's favor from earlier, whispering directly into the smaller male's ear: "Wonder how adorable you'll look with your lips around my sheath."

The otter squirmed.

The wolf's tongue traced around the outside of his ear, and when his words came out next, they tingled the cool flesh. "Wonder how adorable you'll look when you're dripping my fluids."

The otter really squirmed. He was fairly certain the male was saying that just to get a reaction out of him, and it definitely hit its mark.

The wolf lay back on the bed, splayed on his back, and gave his undergarments a pat right on top of the firm bulge displayed between his legs.

Alexei started at the wolf's chest and planted a hot trail of kisses down to the wolf's groin. He pressed his face to the wolf's bulge and inhaled. For a moment, he was afraid the neighbors might complain about the noise he made. He pressed his lips to where the tip of the wolf's sheath lay, kissing the firm bulge, and then began removing the wolf's undergarments.

It took two paws to enclose the length of the wolf's sheath, something he couldn't do with his own erect length. He gave it a few strokes, feeling it throb inside his grip, and then applied his tongue, trailing from the start of the plump tube near the male's sac upwards towards the tip. By the time his tongue got there, the wolf's thick cocktip had began to push through. He pulled the wolf's sheath down and held his shaft at the base.

He sat there, nearly drooling, watching it expand until the wolf was fully engorged, his entire hot, red shaft pulsing, already dribbling at the tip. "Oh, my..." The otter inspected the wolf's shaft from various angles, with admiring eyes.

The wolf chuckled overhead, as the otter opened his mouth wide and lowered his head. He probably enjoyed it more than the wolf did when the wolf's thick girth spread his lips and he tasted the male's preseed. A hot moan left his lips, and he guided another inch into his mouth. He sucked, hard, with a few wet, messy sounds coming from his maw. When he took in yet another inch, the wolf's throbbing tip was right at his throat.

A shot of precum splattered the otter's throat, causing him to seize up and cough. He pulled away and swallowed what of it he could, and turned his eyes up to the wolf. Another shot of precum jetted from the wolf's shaft and splattered on his face, leaving small rivulets of fluid running down, leaving crusty trails in his fur where it dried.

The otter groaned, and a paw on the back of his head pushed him back down between the wolf's legs. He opened wide, once more taking in as much as he could. Lewd, wet sounds came from his maw, and a mixture of drool and preseed dripped from the corners of his mouth and ran in rivulets down the wolf's shaft. His mouth moved slowly, savoring every throb of the wolf's meat and every droplet that loosed in his maw. His paw closed around the base of the wolf's shaft where his knot wait throbbing, and slowly stroked what he couldn't fit in his maw, and a deep groan from above encouraged him to squeeze and suck harder, the slick, pre-lubed strokes echoing in the room. He worked the wolf up to the edge... and then backed away with a wet smack of his lips, and a naughty look up at the male, who responded with a throaty grunt, even as a shot of precum splattered against the otter's fur, making him gasp out. He could feel it dripping down his fur.

"You're one hell of a tease..."

The wolf mashed his cock against the otter's muzzle. His mouth opened and his tongue reached out to give it a lick, but it pulled away, only to beat against his face with a wet smack. Again and again the action repeated: slap after slap of the wolf's meat sounded out, and each time the otter's tongue darted out to try getting a taste. He caught himself whimpering.

Finally, the barrage came to a halt, and the otter's lips found their target, mashing against the wolf's shaft in a needy kiss. He wasn't content just to suck the wolf's shaft; he wanted to taste every inch. His tongue explored, licking up the precum that dripped down from the wolf's tip and replacing it with a trail of hot kisses. He worked his way over the front and sides, leaving not a single bit of red untouched.

Finally, his lips pressed against the knot, and he could feel the growl vibrating in the wolf's chest. A paw forced his lips to mash harder against the wolf's turgid bulb. He kissed and licked for what felt like an eternity at the wolf's fat knot, all the while treated to the sight of the throbbing pillar of meat right in front of his face, and to the taste of the wolf's sticky preseed. The only breaks in the sound of his lips worshipping the wolf's knot were furnished by otter's heavy panting.

He whined when the wolf pulled away: a desperate, needy sound. The wolf's cocktip lined up with his maw, and as the male thrust forward and the paw on the back of the otter's head pushed down, the otter's eyes went wide; the wolf's shaft forced its way past his lips, and he was held in place with the wolf's girthy cocktip pressing up against the back of his throat, which gave a gentle, coughing protest. "Squeeze my knot," the wolf barked, and when the otter's hand closed around the base of the male's throbbing bulb, his hips pulled back and then thrust back in.

The otter squealed. He gave the wolf's knot a squeeze, and was rewarded with another rough thrust into his mouth. His chin was a mess of fluids and wet, squishing sounds filled the room. The otter's cock throbbed; he couldn't help reaching down between his own legs and squeezing.

"Turn on your side," the wolf panted. "So I can watch you." The otter did as instructed, working down his pants enough to pull his own cock out and let the wolf see him wrap his paw around it. That was the only pause he got: the moment the wolf's hips kicked into motion again, plowing the otter's mouth with his thick pillar of meat, the otter's paw stroked and squeezed his own shaft in tandem with the wolf's knot.

He loved this so much. Each wet thrust of the wolf's meat into his maw made him squeak out an almost desperate moan, and the low, dominant grunts and growls coming from the wolf were driving him wild. He couldn't help it: he came from getting facefucked. His eyes closed, his body tensed, and his cock spasmed. He couldn't remember a time when he'd come this hard before, and it certainly helped that right after the first few spurts of his own seed, he felt the wolf give a muffled moan and the wolf's shaft surge in his maw.

There was too much of it to swallow. He tried, but instead he began coughing again and white seed spilled from the corners of his mouth. He backed away, only to take a final two shots of the stuff right across his face. As the wolf's climax ended, he once more beat his dick up against the otter's face, and used it to smear his seed into the otter's fur. The otter whimpered, and he felt his own cock pulsing in protest.

A minute passed while they both caught their breath, during which the only sounds were the harsh beat of Alexei's pulse and ragged breaths from both of them. The wolf rubbed between the otters ears. "For a little guy, you sure do like it rough. If there were a next time, I wouldn't hold back as much."

The otter laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well... we could always give it another go..."

The wolf grinned, but shook his head. "Spend all day trekking down from the Northlands and you're lucky to get out one round."

"Ah... yeah, sorry."

"Don't apologise. Why don't you come up here?" His head was comfortably resting on a pillow, whereas the otter was still sitting at the foot of the bed.

The otter complied, scurrying his way up until he was at the head of the bed. He lay on his side and rest his head on one of the pillows, turning to face the wolf. "This is going to be the last time I see you, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid so."

"I wish you could've stayed longer. And I don't just mean for the sex. There's so much about you I'd like to know."

The wolf rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling before closing his eyes. The otter had the distinct feeling that the wolf thought he talked too much. His voice was so quiet the otter couldn't be sure he actually spoke: "Things you're better off not knowing."

"Hey." The otter sat up, and poked the wolf on the shoulder. "Maybe I could come with you. There's not much left for me here, anyway, and I bet it would be a great adventure."

The wolf shook his head. "No." The answer was so quick and effortless that he couldn't have been it any thought.

"Why not?" He leaned in, and his voice dropped lower. "You could teach me how to take all of you, down the throat. Train me to take your knot under the tail. And you can be as rough or gentle as you want."

He was getting hard again. The wolf smiled, but reached out with a paw and gently pulled the otter back down. Alexei's ears splayed, and he gave a defeated sigh.

The wolf's fingers stroked between his ears, and gently urged them back up. "You make me wish we'd met under different circumstances. But alas, I don't know you well enough to accept your offer, and even if I did, the danger wouldn't be worth the pleasure." His eyes looked solemn. "I walk a lonely path, young one."

The otter looked away, pitching his eyes down, until the wolf clapped him on the shoulder and pulled him into an embrace..

"Don't look so downcast. You enjoyed yourself, didn't you? And you've still got the nigh."

The otter hooked an arm around the wolf. "Yeah..." He rested his head down on the wolf's chest and rubbed over his stomach with a paw, and found the position to be quite comfortable. His eyes closed, and he bit his lip.

All he could think about was how he'd never know the wolf's name.