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The shrill cries of seagulls were ever present in every corner of Insakuu; but the shouts and yells of sailors were far away and distant as I walked up a cobblestone street. The clacking of carts being pulled and vendors selling various foods were becoming easier to ignore as well. I was thankful to walk on dry land again after being on the seas for many days. The gentle swaying and leaning of a ship was always tiresome and nauseating for long stretches of time. I ran a hand through my hair only for the persistent warm sea breeze to ruffle it again.

The island port was located on the northern island of Paholainen, barely a mile or two off a vast conifer forested continent. The bustling seaside town was at the crossroads of old and new. Its position so close to the new continent provided a perfect gateway to the natural riches of the largely untouched and unexplored interior. The steadfast seas connected it back to the old world via shipping. I had visited the island several times prior as part of my father's venture. He was a businessman involved in shipping and primarily used his resources for transporting goods across the seas between the colonies and old world. I was quite literally following in his footsteps.

The section of town I found myself wandering through was less contested than the docks and adjacent streets. Less noise, ruffians, and congested buildings had given way to cleaner streets, fewer food carts, and other more pleasant sights. I passed the occasional man or woman carrying sacks of different food. They could've been servants for all I knew given the midday heat.

Two old ladies, a leopardess and a Shiba Inu, were crouched down along the edge of a tall two story brick building. An awning provided them with enough shade to endure the heat. Talking quietly amongst themselves, only their paws were stretched out into the sunlit cobblestone. I was just as eager to seek shade or shelter with the hot sun on my back. The seaside breeze was irregular, and often too warm to provide and lasting relief from the summer sun.

Glancing down an alleyway between two homes I saw a genet mother or possibly a caretaker, or even a wet nurse given her physique, bathing two twin lion cubs in a large water filled basin. The sloshing of water mimicked the breeze ruffling a long white sheet hanging on a clothesline behind them. The female genet certainly had her hands full, but was wearing little more than a simple garment over her lap. Her heavy breasts were in plain sight, jostling between her busy arms while bathing the two squealing felines infants.

"I'd say there's no one busier than her in the entire world right now." I hummed to myself and continued my leisurely stroll. A baker's shop caught my eye, as well as my nose, and I made a note to visit it frequently during my stay. I finally approached a certain two story house that I recognized. It was small but very nice for the upcoming area. Although, I felt like a pirate who had reached buried treasure.

'It would be really awkward if they moved since I last visited.' I looked around to make sure there were signs of the occupants. I quickly recognized some of the laundry hanging outside on a clothesline.

'Those must be Fara's.' I took note of the gowns and modest dresses with narrower waistlines. The ruffle trim was something foxes tended to wear along with human ladies. The larger linen shirt was almost certainly Aeryn's.

"Hello?" I knocked on the door before opening it. I was greeted to a humble home shared by two tenants, but neither occupant was there to greet me. A tidy front room held signs of a past midday snack or lunch, and possibly even a business meeting. An empty cup and plate on a round table were visible along with a folded piece of paper. I smelled the faint aroma of tea and a subtle body odor. Blank paper and a lantern rested in an empty chair. A pair of stacked crates caught my eye, but I wasn't curious enough to investigate. My footwear thumped heavily on the wooden floorboards as I paced around the silent space.

"Is anyone home?" I called out a second time after no answer.

"I'm in the back room!" A voice called out not far away.

'Busy as usual...' I thought to myself. I followed the sound of the female voice to another room, my steps echoing with every step. I entered a quaint little office where a fennec lady was seated in her bare fur behind a long ornate desk with many stacked books, papers, coins, candles, and a scale spread out before her. Her gaze was focused on a coin in hand.

I couldn't see her lap because of the table, but I knew she was completely naked. Her golden and light cream furred front was in plain view. Several shawls and robes were hanging on hooks close by, but she wasn't wearing any garments. The moneylender didn't bat an eye as I looked at her. I had seen her plenty of times like this, so I politely kept my gaze level with hers.

There was nothing to feel ashamed over. Despite the island being located far away from the tropics, its climate was hot during the summer months. Certain species were more open with their nudity indoors than others. Fur already acted like a heavy coat for many, and the summer heat made dressing in anything but silks and simple white linens unbearable. Furthermore, you had to afford them. I didn't oppose the lack of clothing, although my eyes had a tendency to wander when there was nothing to conceal the obvious...

"Hey there Miss Fara." I warmly greeted the fennec vixen as she inspected a coin in hand.

"My, my, what a surprise for you to visit Mr. Eyre!"

"You can call me Charles." I didn't care for anything fancy in my name. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, not at all." She plainly spoke and wrote something down into an open book before rubbing her eyes. "I was at a good place to stop." Fara set the coin down onto another stack with a metallic clack. She unceremoniously stretched her arms behind her, and then up into the air before folding them across her bare chest.

"Are you here to talk to me, or are you just waiting for a certain someone else?" She gave a particular knowing look. I couldn't help but smile.

"Both!" I professed my innocence, but we both knew better. "Are you sure you weren't a fortune teller or mind reader before you became a moneylender?" I joked.

"Every woman can read the mind of a man. It isn't very difficult when there's only one or two things a man can think of." The fennec pointed out.

"If only I knew what those one or two things were..." I looked away and pretended to think.

"Damn fool." Fara chuckled. "She should be back any minute now."

"Excellent." I grinned.

"What shipment has you stopping by here?" Fara asked curiously.

"Loading up more maple syrup, tobacco, timber, and copper. But you know maple syrup is the most valuable commodity from this entire area."

"Apparently everyone overseas has a sweet tooth." She grinned.

"I'd say so." I flashed a smile. "I have several."

"So are you staying in town for a night or two?" She guessed.

"I'll be staying in town for about four weeks." I informed her.

"Four weeks?" Her brow rose at me. "I certainly hope that you have found a place to stay." She didn't sound particularly pleased at the news.

"You don't need to worry about me lodging here against your wishes." I reassured her. "I could never do that to you."

"That's very nice of you to say." She mentioned. "Where are you staying at?"

"There's an inn closer to the harbor." I gestured. "I won't disturb you at any odd hour."

"I'm glad to hear it." She smiled. "Although, Aeryn will be ecstatic to hear this." I only smiled more at the thought of the aforementioned person.

"I see you're still counting money and probably wringing the necks of every debtor." I noted all of the coins neatly stacked to her left, and messily organized to her right.

"Without me, it would be twice as difficult getting any money here at all." She sniped back at me. "The last thing anyone here needs is to take a loan from any government entity. They'll take the clothes off your back in the blink of an eye." She snapped her fingers.

"I guess that explains your naked situation." I teased, and the fennec laughed at that.

"You're too funny."

"So how have you actually been?" I asked.

"I've been doing well." She plainly spoke. "Business has been even better."

"I would never have guessed." I half joked at the array of coins, books, and paper receipts before her. "If I may ask, who are you loaning money to?" I was curious to know where new prospects were forming.

"I can tell you a little bit." She saw no harm in mentioning something to me. "Let's see... A small group of fur traders who spend much of the fall and winter trapping in the forests; a team of whalers; and a drapers guild to name a few."

"That's a lot to keep up with..." I muttered under my breath, knowing that there would be more that she would never tell about. Moneylending wasn't worth the trouble in my opinion. Keeping accounts straight and not falling victim to a rowdy debtor was enough to make my head spin. A sudden clamoring sound in the front room interrupted us.

"I'm back Fara!" A sweetly gruff voice yelled from the front of the house.

"We have a visitor, Aeryn!" Fara called out. The thumping of footsteps and clacking of thick claws quickly approached. A bright eyed wolverine lady had arrived in the doorway. She was in her late twenties just like me, but half a head taller than me, and much stronger. Her body was covered almost entirely in dark brown and black fur that was even vaguely visible underneath her linen shirt. The sleeves were rolled up past her elbows for what little reprieve from the heat she could find. Her arms were well defined not only from her species, but also from working on the docks for much of her life. Loading and unloading cargo for a living wasn't for the weak. Her legs were muscular and strong as tree trunks, and it wasn't difficult to imagine her torso being the same way.

Despite her bulky appearance, she had a feminine grace that accentuated her curves. An ample bust and lovely hips were impossible to ignore. But most importantly, the sweet toothy smile and soft brown eyes surrounded by dark facial fur were staring directly at me.

"Charles?!" A look of surprise overcame the wolverine as her jaw fell open. The distance between us instantly vanished and I was immediately enveloped in a strong hug.

"What brings you back? It's been ages!" She cried out.

"You know, the whole shipping goods across the seas business." I mused and tried breathing. "It's only been about three months, give or take a week." Thankfully, she loosened her grip.

"You make it sound as if three months was not that long ago." She chided me. "How has your family been? Are your parents in good health?"

"They're well, and busy as usual." I didn't elaborate. "They have their affairs to look after while I'm all the way over here, and I'm sure they're glad to have me away." I winked.

"Silly..." The wolverine giggled. "How long are you staying?" She asked.

"Four weeks." Fara answered with a monotone voice lacking any excitement. The wolverine looked at me in surprise, but my grin didn't waver.

"Four weeks." I nodded.

"That's such a long time!" She was surprised. "What are you going to do here for nearly an entire month?"

"Well, there's the usual business that I will have to take care of, but I'd like to spend as much of it as I can with you."

"Aww. Of course. I'd love that." She smiled brightly only to glance at the fennec watching us with a less than enthusiastic expression. "Let's go up to my room so we don't disturb Fara and her accounting." Aeryn slipped her arm around mine. A not so subtle wink had me convinced in a heartbeat.

"A grand idea." I happily agreed. "Sorry to bother you, Fara."

"You're completely fine." The fennec vixen calmly spoke only to softly sigh as she watched us disappear around the corner. We approached a narrow stairwell in the adjacent hall.

"How was work?"

"Rough. It's hot as fire under that sun!" Aeryn blew a heavy sigh as we ascended the squeaking steps. Her fingers began unbuttoning her linen shirt before we reached the top floor.

"I guess nothing has changed the past few weeks then." I half grinned.

"No, but it's a living." She glanced over her shoulder wearing a smile of her own. On the top floor there was a short hall where two doors were situated. One went to Fara's room and the other to Aeryn's. We promptly entered the wolverine's living space. It was small and quaint for a bustling urban center on the edge of a colonizing continent, but much better than any slum.

A bed was positioned underneath a wide window facing the ocean. The view of the harbor was partially obstructed, but there was plenty of views along the whole eastern beach. A pair of pillows were accompanied by a lone sheet. Anyone with fur rarely needed more than a sheet or blanket for warmth during the warmer months. If anything, it was for a little modesty when sleeping, but the softness of a bed was sufficient. There were other obvious reasons to avoid too many sheets or bed covers. The noticeable series of claw marks on the floor at the side of the bed didn't escape my eye.

Various personal items were scattered around the room. A cushion, two small books, folded towels, an empty sack, and a wicker basket among other things. A few linen clothes were hanging from hooks with matching leather pouches, but others were folded nearly on an overhanging shelf. Lastly, a few hunks of wood were in a little pile in a corner surrounded by traces of wood shavings. A large knife resting nearby on a low stool was her favorite place to practice her favorite hobby, wood carving.

"Nothing has changed here." I breathed in and smelled the mixture of her scent, salt, and wood. It was all the same as I had remembered it last.

"Do you know how many days I spend looking out that window before I go to bed?" She happily asked.

"Far too many, like me." I couldn't entirely ignore that she was still unbuttoning her linen shirt. "Need any help with that?" I offered.

"Not yet." She looked over her shoulder wearing a toothy grin. "Although, I'm tired from working all morning and afternoon."

"Then how about a little massage for all of your troubles on the docks today?" I offered.

"Mmm." She hummed. "I like that idea." Her bushy tail swished behind her excitedly. The wolverine's shirt was finally undone when she turned around to face me once more.

"Do you like this look?" She revealed the unbuttoned shirt giving an open line down her front all the way to the bottom of her tummy. The inner side of her breasts were visible, but the rest was still barely covered. Thick dark brown fur had spilled forward like overgrowth along a pathway.

"Or do you prefer me to leave it open like this?" She opened her parted shirt even more until it was by her sides, leaving her front beautifully naked. The wolverine lady had a beautiful bust, and loved showing it off because of how much I loved ogling her beautiful body. Both breasts were well rounded and gravity tended graciously to them. Both light skinned nipples and wide surrounding circles of flesh stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her dark furred body. They were certainly eye catching.

"Decisions, decisions..." I held my chin in thought as she posed for me.

"I know which one you prefer most." She continued disrobing. Her pants were slipped out of and tossed aside. Her shirt was next, but hung up on a line.

"Completely naked!" She smiled and placed her hands on her hips and kept a wide stance. The wolverine was a sight to behold despite most overlooking her beauty. Her thick fur hid plenty of secrets, but accentuated many more. Her sides were covered in a ruddy complexion that stretched from behind her cheeks and ears to her shoulders and down to her outer legs. The rest was dark brown, almost black. Her womanhood was completely hidden underneath it all from view. She had a subtle gut from her body type, but there was plenty of strength residing within her core that matched her sturdy arms and legs. Her sides still curved around her feminine hips, matching the lovely curves from her breasts.

"Definitely my favorite." I couldn't help but say as I took it all in.

"Will this pose give you a few ideas?" She cheekily grinned. I watched as the wolverine lady crawled onto her bed and reclined onto her propped elbows. Aeryn was turned slightly just to give me a lovely view of her breasts hanging naturally below her. Her nipples nearly touched the bed cover. There was something about seeing such beautiful round and full breasts hanging so perfectly. I pursed my lips once she lowered herself onto the bed, obscuring them from view. Resting her head on her folded arms, I could see the sides squished underneath her.

"What about that massage, or have I stolen your tongue?" Aeryn teased with a seductive little smile, and lifted her foot politely and looked at me.

"Oh! Of course!" I knew where to start and quickly removed my boots before walking over to the foot of the bed. I sat down and coaxed one foot into my lap. My hands were immediately rubbing and tracing every available inch. I loved the feeling of her leathery soles. They were smooth and warm, but still surprisingly soft from the lack of footwear. The thick claws on each toe were intimidating to handle, and I didn't need a reminder to know what they could do. The floorboards were evident of that, but there would be no chance of a sudden kick under my care.

"Do you need me to trim your claws?" I offered and traced one of them. Hard and sturdy, it could inflict a nasty gash if necessary.

"I don't want to put you through that again." Aeryn hummed. "And that won't help with my sore muscles."

"Okay then... You lay there and relax while I treat you like a queen." I pressed my thumbs into her arch and center, rubbing each space with determination. I would do whatever was needed to please her. A few subtle hums and coos escaped her lips, indicating that I was doing a good job.

"Mind if I talk, or are you enjoying yourself too much down there?" She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Tell me everything, and all of your secrets." I glanced up at her and grinned. She chuckled and rested her head back down on the pillow.

"My my, how can I resist such charms?" Aeryn teased and pulled one foot away from my lap only to rest the other in its place. I didn't pause and ran my fingers and palm all over her warm sole like the first.

"It's been so long. Let me think..." The wolverine hummed while I massaged her foot.

"How about I start?" I grinned since she was enjoying the tender care.

"Mmhm. Go ahead." She hummed contently.

"What have you been carving these past few days?" I glanced over at the pile of wood scraps in the corner.

"Nothing special." She mumbled. "I wanted to make a starfish one day, but I end up with a block fish every time."

"It's not the same as making toothpicks."

"Haha. No, it's not." Aeryn giggled and hummed. "I bought some lavender last week and the whole downstairs smelled so nice." She sighed.

"Maybe we can buy more while I'm in town." I suggested.

"I don't want to burden you with anything expensive." Aeryn stated.

"A little lavender will be a gift from me to you." I insisted. "Besides, it won't be expensive like nutmeg, citrus fruits, tomatoes, or avocados. I wonder if they are even sold here for an entire season."

"What are avocados?"

"They're grown far away in hot tropical climates. They're covered in a leathery dark green skin and they look like... well, you'll know when you see one." I teased. "Anyway, the inside contains a large round seed, but what you want is the soft yellow and green inside. It's very creamy, but tastes entirely different than soft cheese." I set her foot down and began tracing my hands up from her heel and ankle to her lower leg.

"Yellow and green, but soft?" The wolverine sounded confused. "I don't think I could eat something described like that."

"Maybe I'm not describing it the best way." I grinned while rubbing the backs of her lower legs. "They would impossible to carry this far north without rotting. Even if it was possible, the cost would be expensive."

"They can stay down there then." Aeryn mused. "One expensive thing that worries me is taxes." She hummed as my hands rubbed the back of her thighs next. "I heard that the crown is considering an export tax on wool again, but I don't know if it's true or not. Sailors speak about so many rumors and wild tales that I cannot tell the difference between them."

"I have a bad feeling those rumors are true." I admitted. "No one here relies on exporting wool, but it will eventually effect you."

"That's what I'm afraid of." She admitted.

"The price will go up for the shepherds who sell sheep; which will raise the price of those who spin wool; which will raise the price of those who use wool; which effects the money they can spend or save... And in the end everyone is simply paying for a war they never wanted in the first place." I concluded the odd phenomenon.

"War. It's such stupid rubbish." Aeryn briefly frowned.

"How else would the crown steal things?" I joked.

"Just work like the rest of us." She suggested.

"Not everyone is a strong lady like you." I flattered her and dutifully rubbed her rear once her legs were finished. I wasn't shy about what I enjoyed. Those soft contours lurking beneath that thick dark brown coat of fur were luscious in my grasp. I took my time, not that she would mind.

"Mmm. Thank you." She enjoyed the compliment with the attention I gave her.

"What other interesting things have you heard at the docks these past months?" I asked without stopping my hands.

"There's too much to recall." She giggled and wagged her bushy tail as I briefly played with it. "Let me think..." Her voice drifted away as my hands edged higher. The wolverine's entire back was a series of muscles needing my attention.

"Ohh! Right there." She whined when I struck a tender spot.

"Here?" I rubbed.

"Oh, yes. Right there." She exhaled and writhed underneath me as if I was stimulating her elsewhere.

"My, my, you are very tender here." I murmured. "I wonder if you'd squirm like this if I nibbled your firm tits."

"Ohh. Oh my." She whimpered.

"Oh perhaps if I used two fingers between your thighs..." I whispered and the wolverine wiggled her rear in response. I spent at least ten minutes on her upper back and shoulders while whispering little suggestions into her ears. I received plenty of shudders and heated sighs in return.

"Front please." My mouth felt a little dry as I requested her to turn over. My heart was already pounding as the beautiful wolverine rolled onto her back. The wide grin along her muzzle was anything but bashful. I had to remember that I was supposed to be massaging her!

"Your fur is irresistibly warm and thick." I generously ran my hands up her sides. My wrists brushed against the edges of her furry breasts before I stopped under her arms. Our eyes were locked, and I felt like an unarmed man tempting a lusty woman.

"Don't you dare be shy now." She parted her lips revealing a pearly white set of dangerous teeth. It was a thrilling sight. Strong claw wielding hands grabbed ahold of my wrists and pulled my hands to her chest.

"You want something more intimate, don't you?" I quietly spoke. Both furry breasts were delightfully warm in my palms.

"Mmhmm." She hummed as I rubbed and fondled her tenderly. Both nipples were given the most exquisite treatment I could offer, and were delightfully hard in moments. It was incredibly arousing for the two of us. Down below, I felt her legs shift and spread open. Her knees hugged my hips, giving me too many ideas to think of at once.

"Enough games. You better lose those pants." She growled playfully. "Or I'll tear them apart." I sat up straight feeling claws suddenly grab ahold of my butt.

"Of course, my lady." I had no reason to deny such a request and quickly shucked my shirt and pulled away my pants with her assistance until I was as naked as her.

"Oh. You're ready for something fun." The wolverine's gaze had dropped to my already hard member. "And I'm aching for you to be inside me." She cooed like a mermaid to a thirsty sailor. My length jumped as it innocently brushed against her bare fur. I knew better than to dry hump her, or make any careless contact. I wouldn't last longer than a few seconds! However, I had to find her womanhood underneath all of that dense and dark downy fur. With a little assistance from her finger, I lined up and pressed forward. I slipped inside and was immediately greeted with her inner heat.

"That's it... Ohh." A soft moan and little shudder passed through her.

"You're so hot and wet." I exhaled as our hips bumped together.

"What do you expect when you whisper all of those nice things into my ears?" She heartily breathed. "Lay on me, and feel my fur against your skin." Aeryn beckoned me with a whisper. That warmth and coziness from her fur coat was incredibly alluring. It was like embracing a low fire in a hearth during winter, but without a single singe or burn.

"Mmff. Ohh." Our lips joined in a hastily drawn kiss. Her wide tongue easily slipped past my own and explored my mouth. I couldn't hold back anymore after waiting months, and my hips began gently rolling, penetrating her with tenderness. Light nibbles were exchanged as the pleasure coursed through us. Our bodies writhed together.

"I wouldn't mind if Fara joined us." I teased. "But there's hardly any room between us." I grinned.

"Oh my." Aeryn huffed with a hot blush. "I can't even imagine..." A little sigh and gasp were exchanged. It wasn't loud or excitable yet, but the rocking of the bed squeaked in time with our rhythm.

"I hope we're not... too loud for her." I feared a sudden intrusion only to grunt. A hand reached up and pulled my head down for a big smooch.

"She's fine! She's fine!" Aeryn spoke between gasps and giggles as we kissed. "Let her count her coins." She said only to softly moan into my lips.

"Mmm." I hummed in agreement. Nothing short of a cannonball firing or a gunshot wouldn't have stopped us. I took charge and began thrusting my hips into hers, creating an erotic slick sound that innocent ears couldn't have ignored. Her legs wrapped around my hips and crossed behind my rear; intertwining and locking us together. I could barely pull halfway out from the strong vice grip; but we would reach a well earned crescendo together.

"Mmm!"

"Oooh, Charles!!" Aeryn cried out.

"Keep it down up there!" A voice suddenly yelled from the bottom floor.

"Oops-" We both froze despite the arousal flowing through our bodies. Our eyes glanced over at the floor and then back at each other. Smiles returned as I resumed thrusting. We held our tongues the best we could for Fara's sake, but several quiet grunts and moans always managed to slip past our lips, even when locked together. The slick sounds of splendid heat and wetness couldn't be silenced, and neither could the bed's indefinite squeaking of wood. Her legs continued squeezing me like a vice until they suddenly shuddered like an earthy tremor.

"Hhhhrnngngh. Huhhg! Ohh..." The wolverine groaned ferociously despite muffling herself. She twisted underneath me with shut eyes. Her back arched only to relax completely. The quivering of her hot aching sex was more than enough to tip me over the edge. I slowed my thrusts as I emptied myself into her, every spasm and jerk held pure exhilaration. Her legs relaxed and stretched out as I breathed heavily with her. I couldn't process the heavenly pleasure. I only wanted to bask in it.

A firm hand nudged my back, and I laid on top of Aeryn, utterly spent and out of breath. I buried my face into the soft warmth of her shoulder. The sensation of her warm fur against my naked skin always felt amazing, and the afterglow only accentuated the sensations. Her breasts were squished against my chest and I could feel her legs pressed beside mine. We were bound together like twining vines. Her hands traced slowly up and down my back, delighting me with their leathery texture and heated warmth. I couldn't think of a cozier place to be.

"Mmm... Thank you." I mumbled.

"I wanted it too." She whispered.

"How many times did you...?"

"Once."

"Just once?" I felt as though I hadn't pleased her enough.

"It was more than enough." She reassured me with a satisfied voice. "If I came a second time then I would've screamed like a banshee." A little giggle slipped past her lips. "But then I would've kept begging for more." She admitted with a light blush across her face.

"Fara would come up here and beat me with a broomstick." I mumbled with a goofy smile across my face. Aeryn giggled.

"I'd fend her off... eventually." Her arms joined at the top of my back and gave a tender squeeze.

"Mmm... I'll gladly take the beating then."

"No one will lay a hand or broomstick on you when you're by my side." She softly declared and began kissing my cheek and lips.

"Not even Fara?" I drew my lips onto hers and kissed her fully.

"Mmhm. Not even Fara." She said once our lips parted long enough. We shared a few more long kisses before settling down once again.

"Ow. Move a little, please." Aeryn winced from me laying on her too long.

"Sorry." I lifted myself off her and sat up between her legs.

"Thanks..." She blew a long sigh and rubbed her front. I smiled and enjoyed the view outside the window for a moment. I pulled her leg into my lap to hold, not minding her damp sex "kissing" my side. My hands began wandering aimlessly along her entire leg as I looked out the window. I could see plenty of buildings all the way down to the ocean where I could glimpse some of the beach.

"You have a beautiful view from your bed." I remarked.

"I have a good view from here too." The wolverine hummed. "You look really good naked." She remarked.

"Me?" I turned and looked at her in surprise. "Are you sure?" I chuckled.

"Mmhm." She nodded without letting her eyes leave mine.

"You're the beautiful one here." I returned my gaze to the window.

"Your words warm my heart." She smiled and folded her hands over her tummy to keep her breasts settled atop her chest. The quiet moments like these were my favorite. We could be laying beside one another, naked or clothed, simply enjoying the company. Seeing her laid back, so utterly happy and content, made my heart flutter like a butterfly. Our bodies were close, heated like a fire out of love. It was so wonderful.

"This will sound stupid to you, but I have never loved anyone like I have you." I mentioned, almost lost in thought.

"What?" Her small round ears wiggled. "Why are you telling me this?" There was worry in her voice and heart.

"Because it's true." I told her.

"How many others have you loved?" She quietly asked. I never liked talking about previous loves, because they felt like previous mistakes.

Opening up only left me feeling vulnerable, and a longing heart was the most vulnerable. I looked at her for a silent moment, but I completely trusted her.

"There were three ladies..." I tenderly rubbed her thigh as I looked back out the window. "There was a very lovely German shepherd lady I recall from a few years ago. Her name was Elizabeth Alderman, and she was my very first love. She had a pretty figure with small breasts and wide areolae; hips to grab, and a tail that battered my legs." I recalled. "She was the daughter of a family friend, and despite the fun we had together, it was very brief. She fell in love with someone else and left me."

"Then there was a pine marten by the name of Eloise DuClois. I liked her because she was feisty and free spirited, but she also had a temper to match." I frowned. "Her teeth could leave a nasty bite." I felt chill bumps briefly form on my arms. "I had to break away from her."

"After her was Abigail Goddard, a Doberman with breasts so round and large that my hands would ache after holding them." I fondly recalled. "But she liked the shine of silver and gold more than anything else. She was amiable, but cheated on me before we planned on marrying. I later found out that my parents arranged the whole thing from the start." I sourly finished.

"Where do I fit in among this list of ladies?" Aeryn asked me. I looked over and the concern betrayed the natural innocence in her pretty brown eyes.

"If this was an actual list, then you're the last and final person I ever want to place on it." I insisted. "None of them filled my heart with joy like you have. Abigail couldn't make me smile; Eloise was never agreeable; and Elizabeth never had her eyes or heart for me. All of them were lovely, just as you are, on their own ways, but I could look at beauty all day and never be satisfied, because theirs is all fake. You're real. You work with your hands and worn claws. Your body is strong from working honestly." I gestured and touched her tummy. "You don't carry a fake persona, wear a mask, or cast your eyes at me like a harlot. You aren't after my parents' money or lustful for gold." My hands caressed her front as I gradually laid on top of her once again.

"I wouldn't sail across the sea for anyone else. The evening is so young, and my heart burns for you alone." I said aloud.

"With all that talk of Fara joining us, I wonder if this is just poetics from you." She smartly pointed out.

"I would never abandon you for her no matter how many coins she throws at me, but grumpy ladies need love too." I half joked only to receive an unpleasant growl from the wolverine. "But not without your permission, my lady." I winked. The wolverine's expression lightened up considerably.

"I'm lucky to know Fara or I wouldn't have a nice home like this one to stay in." She mentioned. "She also makes a wonderful shakshuka. I can't cook quite as well as she does."

"Well, you'll have me to help most nights." I offered.

"I appreciate it." She smiled and licked my forehead. I wore the glistening mark proudly.

"What about you?" I asked curiously. "Who were your first loves?"

"I never had any." She quietly admitted. I looked at her skeptically, but the subtle sadness remained in her pretty brown eyes.

"Are you keeping modest by not telling me?"

"I'm telling the truth." She insisted. "I haven't had any lovers before. You're my first and only."

"How am I the only one?" I was a little surprised. "Men are going to be more... eh free willed when it comes to love."

"I am a wolverine. We're expected to marry, work, and have plenty of children. Wolverines only marry other wolverines, badgers, pine martens, or bears. I have the physique of a man." She only half joked. "What man other than those species I mentioned would find me attractive?"

"I have yet to find any man here." I smirked and trailed a hand over her breast. I gently rubbed the soft mass, and circled the taut nipple with a thumb. A pleasant sigh escaped her furry lips.

"My legs are strong and burly, and my arms are no different." She began while I rubbed her nipple tenderly. "I don't have grace with every step I take, my body is sturdy, and my claws look like weapons of war!" I started laughing at that.

"Weapons of war?" I snuggled closer to her.

"Yes, they can scrape through the hull of a frigate no doubt." She huffed as my hand drew away and snaked through her thick fur and found her hand laying idly by.

"This hand?" I questioned, holding it up. "The hand you possess that holds me so warmly with love, and works tirelessly at the docks?"

"You could con a merchant out of their clothes, Charles!" Aeryn smiled incredulously.

"Well, depends on what she looks like without the clothes." I slyly spoke causing her to giggle heartily. I smiled as well as I felt her entire body laugh underneath me. Her brown eyes opened back up and looked directly into mine with the warmth and love that I enjoyed so much.

"I'm very lucky that you can tolerate being with me." She smiled and gently pressed her damp black nose against my smaller human nose.

"I think I am the one who needs to say that." I retorted playfully and kissed her fuzzy lips. We shared another smooch, but our passions had already taken up a lot of time.

"I should get up and get dressed." Aeryn spoke up once our lips parted. "I need to collect and fold the laundry hanging on the clothesline."

"I'll help." I lifted myself off her.

"No, you can stay here. It's no trouble." Aeryn sat up.

"I insist." I helped smooth out her unkempt back fur. "As your momentary guest, I can lend a hand."

"Then how about helping me dress first?" She winked. "You can decide how many buttons need to be left open."

"That may take a few minutes." I liked the idea and retrieved her shirt. "But I'll be more than happy to help you with that." The wolverine giggled and playfully shook her chest at me.

I woke up and stretched within the confines of a cozy bed only to realize something was amiss. There was silence where not even the whispers of a light rain were heard. My hand lazily patted the other side of the bed, confirming my suspicions. There was no furry body pressed up to my side, although the bed still felt warm.

"I must've overslept..." I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I peeked around the sunlit bedroom, but I was alone. I relaxed and rolled onto the fading warm spot where Aeryn had slept with me until recently. The memories of yesterday were fresh in my mind. I was happy to have several weeks of time to spend with her. I lazily blinked and looked at the sheet before me. A grin returned to my face as I pinched a few dark brown hairs from her fur coat together. I was probably covered in them like a shaggy blanket, not that I cared.

"How would I ask her to marry me?" My heartbeat raced a little at the mere whisper. "Is it too soon to ask?" I wondered. This was my fourth time visiting her, and I remember meeting her for the first time when there was snow on the ground months ago. It was such a fond moment, seeing someone special for the first time. I rolled onto my back and smiled at the ceiling with the brown hairs tight in my hand. I saw her helping to unload some cargo from my ship and I invited her inside the customs house to warm up. We talked, I complimented her, and the rest happened naturally. Those memories made my heart swell happily.

My smile lessened as I thought about a wedding and my parents. They didn't see eye to eye with me about dating, let alone marrying, anyone not in high social standing. Aeryn was nothing more than a lowly laborer to them. She worked on the docks, and in their view that's where she should stay. I didn't know what to do.

I sat up and slipped out of bed, eager to shake my fears away as I dressed myself. I was ready to start the morning after a quick comb of my hair through my fingertips. Upon leaving the wolverine's room, I descended the steps and found Fara walking into a room. The fennec was still naked.

"Good morning Fara." I greeted her.

"Ah. Good morning." She looked over her shoulder before reaching for a simple gown hanging on the wall. I patiently waited for her to dress herself. "I am willing to guess that you slept well." She stated.

"Best sleep I've had in months." I kindly spoke.

"I know. I didn't hear a sound." She pointed to her large ears.

"Is Aeryn gone for the morning?" I asked.

"Yes, she had to leave to work at the docks." The fennec informed me.

"Ah, I think I remember her mentioning something like that yesterday." I rubbed my head. "Thank you again for letting me stay overnight." I expressed my gratitude. "I shouldn't have intruded like that."

"Don't worry about it." She waved a hand. "Aeryn would've ripped me into pieces if I had the nerve to kick you out the day you arrive here."

"Thanks. And your shakshuka was delicious." I added.

"You're very welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it." She politely nodded and we walked into the front room together. I piddled around the front room, unsure what I should do for the early mid-morning, while Fara organized the small table.

"I have a feeling Aeryn is expecting you to visit her at the docks." The fennec vixen mentioned. Whether or not it was an honest idea, or simply a ploy to get me out of the house made no difference to me.

"A splendid idea, Fara." I fancied the idea of meeting the wolverine when she worked. "I might stop by the bakery nearby and buy her something sweet."

"She will enjoy that." Fara grinned, encouraging me. I had everything on me and proceeded to leave through the front door when a voice called out.

"Charles." Fara spoke.

"Yes?" I turned around. The fennec's gaze was unusually stern for the morning, and I had seen her count coins and reconcile accounts before.

"I hope you're not playing with Aeryn's heart. I don't need to tell you that she's had a rough and difficult past; but you mean the world to her." The fennec vixen said. "She's spent a lot of time staring out her window to watch the ocean, waiting for you."

"I'm not here to break anyone's heart." I was a little confused by her first remark, but not entirely surprised. "And thank you for telling me all of that. I've spent a lot of time staring across the seas eager to return. I love her very much."

"I'm glad to hear it." Fara grinned. "You better hurry along then." She shooed me out of the house.

"Thank you! I will see you sometime later or tomorrow." I waved and hurried down the cobblestone street, carried by the soaring wind of love.

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