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As Dante and Selene slept peacefully in each other's warm embrace, the night was at work. Although the sleeping pair had turned a blind eye to reality, reality did not cease to be. Dreamland is not a substitute for reality; it is merely its deceiving twin. For, in the forests far away, a train was groping in the moonless night. And as it churned ever the nearer to Maxim city, so did its precious cargo.

Dante knew of this, but his encounter with Selene that night had made him forgetful and unaware of the train's progress. Still, it was not the time to worry. For love had blossomed among the two. Something the Dante had gone without for the longest time.

When the black wolf had awakened, the sun was creeping above the horizon. It was just enough to break the spell of sleep from his weary eyes. With a loud yawn, he sat up in bed and scratched his beard. "Damn it, when was the last time I shaved this thing?" he asked himself aloud.

He felt movement in the bed springs, which made him turn around in surprise. There lay, as white as the sheets that covered her beautifully naked body, Selene. Dante almost fell off the bed in shock. He then remembered falling asleep next to Selene last night. "Did anything...weird...happen last night between us?" He thought, head heavy with the thoughts of irresponsibly impulsive mating.

The wolfess sleepily opened her eyes and gave a soft yawn. "Hi there, honey," she said with a giggle. As Selene sat up to wrap her arms around Dante, one of her plump breasts emerged from the sheets. Selene had learned to deal with nudity from her career, so it came to her as simply as her lungs drew breath. Dante, however, had no such preparation. The sight of her lovely chest made his heart skip a beat.

His heart skipped a second beat as her other breast emerged, creating two white moons of flesh and silk. The wolfess had noticed his boyish reaction and could only laugh. "You've seen me naked before, why are you so surprised?"

Dante thought back to when he had released Selene from the slave kennel. She was right, why did this feel so different? "I think it's because...we're in the same bed," was his reply.

The wolfess grinned, "Oh, so you've got lovin' on your mind, eh?" She was a promiscuous one, alright. Dante's blush was visible even under the jet black fur and beard.

It was at this moment that the cargo on the train had awakened from a nightmarish sleep. It opened one eye and scanned around, hardened from a life of combat. It opened the other eye and sat up. It was dressed in a green military fatigues and combat boots. In its lap, lay an attaché case, which contained something metallic and deadly. Long brown hair dangled from its scalp and cold steel blue eyes darted around the car.

Despite the deadly appearance, the creature was calm. Taking a moment to glance at a photo in its hand, the creature began to memorize the facial features of the man in the photo. Black fur, long white hair, goes by the name of Dante. The creature placed the picture into the breast pocket of his military jacket.

The creature cracked a smiled and said to itself, "Oh yes, this is going to be fun..."

"This is going to be fun," Selene said with a smile. As simply as one would shake another's hand, Selene climbed atop Dante's waist and sat upon his lap. Dante, looking up at the beautiful woman asked a strange question, "Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to."

"I want to," said the wolfess, with an even bigger smile. "I want to see what it feels like to make love to someone you care about, instead of making love to someone who is going to leave the second it's all over."

Dante could sympathize with that. It was obvious that she was spiritually starved for love. And far be it from him to deny her that love. He could already feel himself becoming aroused from just Selene's appearance. He had never intended this to come about. Sure, he had always considered they would be friends, but nothing like this.

"Oh my! What do we have here?" Selene said playfully, noticing Dante's erection. "You could put some of my ex-boss' clients to shame!"

Hearing that gave Dante some confidence. At least he knew he could satisfy her now. He wanted to give her pleasure, not the other way around. "You like it?" Dante said with a naughty grin. "I hope it meets your expectations."

"It sure does!" said the excited wolfess. Her excitement was noticeable, because Dante felt a slick drop of liquid fall into his lap. He lifted his head up, for he was still on his back, so he could get a good look at where she was sitting. Oh yes, she was moist alright. Funny, the practiced wolfess was even more excited than him, and he'd never even made love before! "So," said the wolfess with a hungry look, "are you ready to go?"

"Are you ready to go, sir?" The conductor inquired. "We're almost to Maxim Station." Indeed, the train was approaching the station quickly. The creature cracked a grin. Finally, the long wait was over. Now the fun could begin. It had been so long since it had had a good time. Picking up the attaché case, the creature stood up and gave the conductor a reply, "Yes, yes I am."

"Yes, yes I am," was Dante's eager answer. He was a virgin, so this was actually a big deal to him. He had an interest in women, but his work forced him into a single life. Selene, to him, was not just a new friend, she was a dream come true.

"Alright then, let's get busy," said the wolfess in confirmation. She lifted her hips up, above his member. Using his hand to help angle it in, Dante forced himself into Selene's passageway, growling with pleasure. Selene seemed to be enjoying it too. She made a contented sigh as she brought her hips down, shimmying him deep up into her body. "Not bad for a virgin," complimented Selene.

It was all just too good to be true. With a grunt, Dante began to grind his hips, slowly and gently. Selene giggled, becoming stimulated from Dante's movements. She bounced as he thrust up into her, her breasts bobbing up and down like a corks in the sea.

He kept this up for several moments, taking it slow, in no rush at all. "You know" said Selene in a matter-of-factual tone, "I've never had it this smooth before. My clients were always...rough with me. It hurt a lot, so I didn't enjoy it very much. This is so much nicer." That made Dante very accomplished. He had just learned he was a fantastic lover. Not only that, he was giving it to her the way she wanted it. It must've been awful. To feel pain while someone else gets pleasure from it. It was all for them, none for you.

This was only more incentive to make this Selene's best throw ever. His gentle humps were nice, but they alone would not bring about the pleasure she desired. All the horniness was gone now. The horny feeling had been replaced to a throbbing hunger that both of them vied to satisfy. Dante began to push in deeper, ever so softly. He awaited Selene's reaction, and received it immediately.

"Oh, yes!" she cried in excitement. "You're so gentle. You're so...silky." She said 'silky' in a very aroused tone. Hearing the excitement in her voice only made Dante more eager to please her. "Don't stop Dante, please! This is the best sex I've ever had!" Really? It was? But they had only just started! Was it that good on her end? Dante could only imagine that it must be.

Not wishing to disobey his gorgeous lover, Dante kept going. He moved his hips just as gently, but with more speed. He saw Selene close her eyes and bite her lip, trying to contain her exhilaration. But she was not alone. Dante too, had begun to feel the warm waves of pleasure wash over his groin. Selene's internal muscles tightened their grip, determined not to let go of their toy. His whole body ached with need. But the ache felt good, knowing that it would soon be soothed.

Dante relished in this. Her tight, wet, silky passage was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt in his entire life. But it was not enough. His senses craved more, more pleasure. This was not greed, nor selfishness. It was just his long suppressed instincts breaking free of their virgin shackles. But still, he must not forget Selene's pleasure. He concentrated on trying to excite her even more.

His body was acting on auto-pilot now. Dante's mind, though it wanted the same thing as his body did, did not have to tell him what to do. His body seemed to know what to do, as if he'd done this a million times before. So his hips picked up speed and his hands moved mysteriously up Selene's flanks, towards her breasts.

The wolfess cooed in appreciation, acknowledging his sexual expertise. "Are you sure, you've never...ohhhh...done this before?" she asked half-jokingly "because I hate sharing my...ohhhh...men with other women."

Dante laughed at the wolfess' question. "I swear I was a virgin, up until now. And don't...uhmp...worry about sharing me. I'm all your...grrrr...yours." They were both struggling to speak, the rush of endorphins restricting their control over their speech.

It was that good! But the time had come bring things up another level. Dante's grunts and Selene's wails multiplied as both increased the speed of their humps. Each was working to meet the other in the middle of each stroke, to get the most out of every single thrust.

With soft hands, Dante cupped Selene's breasts, as if her were examining precious stones. His grip was light, as he did not want to hurt the female. It was if he was holding a toy ball, soft yet firm, and equally the size of a large softball. He massaged the white, fluffy orbs, feeling Selene's flesh slide between his fingers. She giggled while hid did this; she must've liked foreplay, as she obviously did not receive much from customers.

But something even more interesting had caught his eye now. Her nipples were the most magnificent pink. A beautiful color he thought that one could only dream about. They were puckered from all the excitement, and begged to be manipulated. So, with a black-furred finger, Dante pressed on her nipple as if it were some kind of button. To what it ignited, he wasn't sure. But the answer came quickly. The gentle touch had evoked a long and happy moan from his wolfess. "Kinky!" she giggled, placing her hands on his chest. She began to do the same to him, minus the softball sized mammary glands, of course. She massaged his chest, enticing him. Dante never imagined that he could feel that way too!

Dante enjoyed receiving it just as much as giving it. Her hands were gentle too. So they playfully wrestled each other by the chests, each trying to outdo the other. If Dante gave a light twist, Selene gave a slight twist. If he scratched around it with his thumbnail, so would she.

This little game they invented added to the monstrous pressure that was building inside their bodies. Dante's sack ached for release, and Selene craved to have her walls coated with Dante's seed. So they ended their little game and revolved positions, each knowing their partner's thoughts just as fast as they were thought up.

Selene now lay against the mattress, Dante on top of her. Before starting back up again, he kissed her to show her he was having the time of his life. Selene, gasping for breath, kissed back as if to say "you're welcome." He stroked the side of her face lovingly, brushing some of that lovely black hair out of the way.

So Dante thrust into her once more. Selene made a lovely moan as he went in, deeper and deeper into the passage. Selene put her hands on his shoulders to steady him as he began to hump, hips bucking in excitement. He could feel the friction suck upon his shaft, giving him a wonderful feeling. Selene seemed to like it just as much, because she gave a howl of approval.

"Dante...I'm going to cum," said the wolfess in an almost frightened voice, "send us out with a bang!" Dante realized the excitement growing too. The peak of sex was getting closer...closer...closer...

Closer...closer...closer...The train crawled into the station, giving a loud hiss as the breaks clamped to the wheels. The whistle blew shrill, and the bell rang out to signal the new arrival. Final, the train buckled to a halt beside the platform. As its impatient passengers waited to get off, the creature was smiling. The destination had been reached, and now the mission could begin. The next order of business was to meet the contact. The creature walked outside, and looked around for a signal of some sort.

The contact said to meet on platform seven. The creature checked the signs to make sure that this was the correct place, and indeed, it was. But seeing no one signal, or call out, the creature concluded that the contact was late. How very unprofessional. "More waiting," it grumbled, "just perfect."

"Oh! Dante! You're just perfect! Keep going, I'm almost there!" Selene was screaming now in ecstasy. Her body convulsed with raw pleasure, her heart beating and head swimming in sex. Dante complied, feeling the excitement of climax approaching like an oncoming train. Although he couldn't think of what it was, something in the back of his head was bothering him. The onslaught of delicious love-making forced him to forget about it, as his last humps propelled his tool into Selene's dripping honeypot.

Dante could feel liquids in his body creep up. They raced for tip his member, eager to get out of their prison. And so, with one last great thrust, Dante fired a strong stream into his lover. It felt so good as it rocketed out, and Selene reached orgasm as the milky substance touched her insides. They both moaned together with the thrill of release, each making the other wet with fluids. Dante's member ceased it surge and Selene's walls stop clenching. Their muscles both relaxed, sedated with the bliss of orgasm.

The fluids were warm and musky, but were great to the touch. It made them sticky, but they didn't care. They collapsed into each others arms, both exhausted from the morning romp through the sheets. Dante buried his face in Selene's breasts as she played with his snow-white hair.

"So," Selene chuckled, "are you always like this at nine in the morning?" She laughed, as she said this, but Dante felt as it she'd thrown a brick at him. His heart sank and his head swiveled toward the clock.

"I'm supposed to meet someone," said Dante in a soft, nearly inaudible voice. He picked his head up from her chest reluctant as he was to leave them. He was in disbelief. How could he have overlooked this? This killed both their afterglows, of course. He tumbled out of bed, and began to grab the same clothes he had worn last night.

The wolfess, more confused than he, asked, "What's the matter love, what happened?" Dante, who was struggling to get a sock on, gave a quick and stressful reply. "I promised someone that I'd meet them at the train station today. I'm so sorry that I have to leave you like this, but I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Okay," Selene said, totally understanding.

"Thanks, dear. I'll be back soon." He gave her a quick peck on the lips, and then pulled on his jacket speedily.

Finished putting on the last piece of clothing, Dante burst out the door, and ran down the hall. The door fluttered like a startled butterfly on the hinge.

So there sat Selene, naked in Dante's bed. The sex and the sudden outburst had knocked the wind right out of her. She was too tired to get dressed or even cover herself with a blanket.

But then the sound of nearing footsteps caught her ear. Selene covered herself quick. The footsteps stopped, but a head had peered around the doorway, respecting yet invading the wolfess' privacy at the same time. Raksha stood there, surveying the messy room, and more importantly, the stark naked wolfess. "So..." said the vixen with a grin, "did you two have fun?"

Dante was running as he got to the arrivals wing of the train station. He cursed himself silently over and over, thinking of how his guest would react. What a bad way to set an impression. What kind of excuse could he offer? "Sorry, I'm late, I was just boning my girlfriend, sorry."

He got to the platform he requested his guest wait at, but saw no one that looked like the description he had been given. He swore to himself again, thinking that his guest had probably left in search of him. Dante sat down on a bench, out of breath and nearly defeated. A beautiful morning, ruined.

But his misery need not go on, because a voice, calm yet very chilling, broke the silence from behind him. "Mister Lockheed, I presume?"

Dante had not been called Mr. Lockheed in a very long time. So Dante turned slowly, to acknowledge the voice of his guest. There stood the creature he was seeking, a human wearing a smile.