Massaging the Soul
#2 of A Weekend at the Realm
And Chapter two. Once again, I hope you enjoy it. This story will be updated on a different schedule than my other ones, just sort of whenever I get the urge to write more in it.
As always, comments are appreciated and requested.
Continued from 'FoxFire'
"The 'Real' Realm spa?" Redtail asked incredulously, raising one eyebrow at the grey wolf, who nodded, guiding the fox by the paw towards the door leading out onto the deck.
"Come on, I'll show you." Greystone said, opening the door to bring in a gust of pleasantly cool mountain air.
When the pair were standing on the deck together, the fox looked around in surprise, seeing the valley in a whole new light. The main hotel was far off, so far in fact that he could only just make out the doors along the various rooms, and the few humans who were enjoying the mountain morning on the porches and balconies were only vague shapes. Judging from where the sun was in the sky, he couldn't have been out for more than an hour, which made for quite a rapid transformation, which in turn might have gone a long way towards explaining why everything was so sore. More interesting than the timing however, was the nearest building, which had an absolutely gorgeous snow leopard lounging against the railing of the deck, wearing a shimmering white robe, her silvery grey fur glorious in the sunlight. The woman noticed him standing there and gave a cheery wave accompanied by a radiant smile, which Redtail returned awkwardly, feeling that the whole world had taken a turn for the surreal. Were all the little cabin-spas around him populated with furs? How could no one have found out about this? Shaking his head and returning his mind to his original question, he spoke again, pointing to the large hotel building. "If this is the real spa, then what is that?"
"That is a Realm Spa." The wolf replied, resting a soft paw on his shoulder and turning him gently back towards the interior of the small building. "But this place, and the others like it, are the real thing."
"That isn't really an answer." Redtail stated, allowing his companion to walk him back inside. The wolf grinned, shutting the door to the deck behind them.
"Sure it is." He continued, letting go of the fox and walking slowly so he stood beside the hot tub. "But do you really want to waste time quibbling, or would you rather enjoy the time you have?"
"You have a good point." Redtail said, his grin widening once more, even as the thought came back to him that he had never been to a place like this before, and he had no idea what was expected of him. But Greystone seemed to know that already.
"Well, since you interrupted my massage earlier, I would usually suggest that we start with that," the wolf began, then he gestured to the bubbling hot tub, "but since we are here, I can continue it in the tub if you like. It would help soothe away those aches and help you relax into your new form."
"That sounds..." Redtail started to say, intending to tell his companion that just the massage would be nice, but even as the words left his lips, the muscles all over his body seemed to suddenly ache all at once, as if they had all suddenly seized up; except, oddly, for the muscles of his neck and head, where Greystone's hands had already passed, as if the wolf possessed some sort of magic touch. "That sounds wonderful, actually. Are there swim suits around?"
"Well, if you really want them, there are some in the bed room." Greystone answered, then he undid the knot holding his robe on and Redtail instantly felt his ears perk up involuntarily with interest, his heart skipping a beat as his red-furred cheeks warmed with an invisible blush. "But we are furs, and I don't really see the point in extraneous clothing." Letting the belt go so it hung at his side, the wolf allowed the robe to hang loosely around his frame and for the first time, Redtail truly examined his companion, beyond simply noticing that he was a wolf and male. Greystone was obviously in good shape, the muscle tone of his arms and legs showing that he took good care of himself. With the robe hanging so loosely, revealing a triangle of grey fur from solar plexus to the tips of his ears, it was all too easy to imagine what the rest of him looked like. Swallowing against a sudden rush of nervousness that surged to life within him, Redtail glanced away and hurried to push those particular thoughts away as the wolf continued. "Do you?"
"N-no, not really." the fox stammered, clearing his throat and pretending to be interested in something outside the small house until he heard the rustling of cloth cease. "Force of habit, I guess."
"Are you coming in, or would you rather I came over there?" Greystone asked, sounding amused and Redtail chanced a glance in his direction, and though the wolf now stood hip deep in the roiling water, the fox's cheeks burned hotter beneath his fur, the blush getting worse.
Greystone really did take care of himself, his torso trim and defined, but not bulging like that of a body builder, exactly the sort of body type that Redtail had always liked the best in the pictures he collected. Even as the fox grinned nervously at the wolf's jest, his paws fumbling a bit while he undid the knot that held his own robe closed, he tried to look away, tried to make his eyes move, but, as with his own reflection only minutes before, he couldn't seem to wrest his gaze from Greystone. Redtail had been working out every day for years, and though he was by no means unhealthy looking, he only wished he looked quite that good. Taking a step towards the sunken pool, his eyes finally moved, drifting up the lupine's physique until they met the gaze of the grey wolf, as if they were being drawn there by some outside force.
Pale sapphire blue stared into rich hazel and Redtail felt a very strange sensation crawl over him, trailing slowly down his spine like some sort of syrup. Those eyes were like ice, cool and clear, like a winter's morning on a mountain top, but the way they made him feel was the exact opposite. The fox felt warm all over, every sensation pleasant, his thoughts of friends and family and home, easing the uncertainty, banishing the hesitation. Reaching the edge of the pool, Redtail slowly slid the robe off his shoulders, suddenly no longer feeling self-conscious in the slightest, the wolf stretching his arms as the fox approached. Redtail could almost believe Greystone was showing off for him, allowing him to consider his muscles as they shifted and flexed beneath his grey fur. As he warmed up, the fox's imagination started to dip into the territory of the fantasies he had once worried about, a very pleasant buzzing sensation rising to eclipse the human part of himself. It was only the sudden, very familiar stirring in his lower anatomy that brought the fox's mind crashing back to reality like a train wreck, finally breaking the eye contact as Redtail shook his head, clearing his throat once again. Looking away from his companion, holding the robe in front of his body so that it preserved his suddenly compromised modesty, the fox felt his blush burn like an oven.
'DO NOT start thinking like that.' He silently commanded as he stepped down into the hot water, finding a seat about a foot and half below the surface with his toes. And oddly, even as he dropped the robe on the side of the tub, sliding down to the next level at the same time so the bubbles concealed him from the waist down, another voice seemed to answer the command defiantly, as if disappointed with his self-reproach. Answering its unspoken question, he continued, 'I don't know this guy, and even if he is a fur and handsome as all hell, he is going to be around for the whole weekend and there is no way I am starting off with an awkward situation like getting a boner just from watching him stretch.' Even as the stirring subsided a bit, Redtail felt a strange sense of triumph from the other voice, which confused him to no end. Shaking off the weird feeling, he returned his gaze to his companion, and cocked his head to the side. When he looked back at the wolf, he saw only a friendly fur waiting for him to get comfortable, rolling his wrists around as he warmed them up for the massage, not a sexy lupine trying to seduce him, as much as that possibility tantalized his imagination... 'No, no!' He thought, firmly pushing away the images that started to form once more in his brain at the thought. 'I am not going there. No way.'
"I usually start with the shoulders," Greystone told him, apparently oblivious to the fox's internal battle. "There is a seat here so you can soak while I work on those pains."
Nodding, the vulpine waded over to where the wolf had indicated and sat down, his back to the masseur, his long and formally fluffy fox tail finding a gap in the seat back so it wasn't squished as he sat down. As soon as he settled in, the water coming up to the middle of his neck, the wolf laid his soft paws on his shoulders, his touch sending a shiver through the red furred anthro. The wolf began by pressing his fingers into the base of the fox's neck, not too hard, but not exactly soft either. He pushed his hands outward, then slowly back the other direction, making the fox let out a slow sigh of relief. Next, the wolf moved outward once more, kneading with the tips of his pointer and middle fingers, the claws that capped the digits dulled rather than pointed, obviously meant for massages.
Each kneading motion seemed to send jolts of pleasant electricity through Redtail, making him shiver, small gasps escaping his lips as aching muscles relaxed, taking the pain with them. Moments later, when the wolf suddenly pressed his fingers in a slow, deep swipe down the fox's spine, the vulpine let out a soft moan, the touch of the wolf's hands sending a sudden rush of pleasure through his body; inexplicable magic touch or not, the wolf was very, very good at this. Finally the other fur took hold of Redtail's shoulders in both hands, thumbs pressing in on either side of his spine, rotating upwards, and the fox let out a loud groan, his voice filled with utmost pleasure, pressing back into the lupine's fingers, his eyelids fluttering at the sensation. 'Oooohh yes, now that feels good.' He thought, even the teasing, defiant voice in his head seeming to agree.
"Usually, I have to ask whether I am getting the right spots." The wolf murmured, his rich voice low and soft from right behind his head, sounding amused, but Redtail would not have cared if he had laughed out loud at his exclamations. Greystone's hands were far and away the most talented the fox had ever encountered. A few of his girlfriends had insisted on giving him neck rubs from time to time, especially when he was stressed, but that was not even close to this level. Already, the wolf was continuing down the fox's spine with his thumbs, Redtail leaning forward eagerly, arching his back, grinning like a madman.
Finally, as the talented paws reached the center of his back, Redtail allowed his eyes to close and he could almost see the surges of pleasant energy that the fingers seemed to release in his muscles. Every motion of those wonderful hands made him want to groan, aches and pains vanishing in their wake to be replaced by pleasure and relaxed excitement. The transition between those two extremes was in itself a delight, almost making him wish the pains would come back so he could experience it all over again. The fingers were now working on his lower back, with the fox up to his chin in the water, and finally the wolf's fingers seemed to stop their downward march.
"Do you have trouble with your lower back?" Greystone asked quietly and Redtail nodded, his thoughts all over the place, mostly wondering where the wolf learned to do this so well, casting around for something to focus on. Strangely, his mind focused on the water that was bubbling at his chin. It didn't smell like the other hot tubs he had been in. They all had the faint chemical odor of chlorine or bromine, the chemicals making his entire body itch, which kind of ruined the whole experience. But this... this smelled like pure spring water... Returning his mind back to his companion, he sucked in a deep, relaxed breath as the wolf smoothly slid his fingers outward in a circle on either side of his spine. "I thought so. You have some knots back here. I think I can help though."
But as the wolf dug his knuckles into the tensed muscle on his back, the fox suddenly found himself frowning, having to fend off another jab from the strange voice in his head, a jab that shocked him for its lewdness. 'I can think of one knot you could help me with back there.' And even as he stonewalled the voice, dismissing the thought as quickly as he could, the fox felt his loins stir once more, and this time, it was nearly impossible to kill the urge. Of course, it didn't help that the wolf's deep massage right above his tail sent shocks of sensation through his entire lower half. Apparently still oblivious to the fox's thoughts, the wolf kept up the rolling of his knuckles against him for a couple of long minutes, and Redtail found himself having a hard time beating back the second voice, each press against his spine and the muscles around it adding strength to it, weakening his resistance to its seductive thoughts.
"There we go." Greystone commented softly and Redtail almost gasped with relief as the wolf's hands lightened up, releasing their grip on his flesh, gently rubbing his fur back into its proper orientation. He had been so very close to losing the fight, losing the ability to hold his arousal in check. "All loosened up and relaxed. Now then, how about I do some on your legs, then move on up to finish with your chest?"
"Whatever you say." Redtail replied without thinking, his voice labored, though doubtless the wolf assumed it was from the deep tissue massage, not from getting steadily more aroused and trying his hardest to avoid thinking about it. The wolf's hands left the fox's back completely a moment later and the grey lupine slid down into the tub beside the red fox, settling down on a seat; probably so he could get his body used to the temperature of the water, and most certainly not, Redtail reassured himself, so that the fox could make a move. While having the handsome wolf sitting so close to him was not very helpful, it did give Redtail a moment to throw a mental bucket of ice water on his arousal so to speak, forcing himself to relax. Finally, barely a moment after the fox had composed himself, Greystone slid forward into the water, turning around so he was facing the fox. Redtail instantly straightened up, tensing up again; it was like the wolf knew what was happening, and wanted to give him a chance to maintain his dignity. But he couldn't know that, could he? Refusing to meet the ice blue gaze of the lupine again for fear of losing his fragile control over himself, Redtail focused his eyes somewhere in the vicinity of Greystone's adam's apple instead as he settled into a crouch in the center of the tub, the water up to his neck.
"Lean back a little and try and relax. I know this position can be a little weird." Greystone directed and Redtail complied slowly, laying back against the seat, though relaxing was an entirely different matter. It really should have been easy. The little house was comfortable and quiet, the valley outside was beautiful and the heat from the roiling water that submerged most of his body was incredibly relaxing to his muscles. The trouble was unfortunately, not coming so much from his body, but from the new voice in his head that was constantly trying to undermine his intentions.
As he settled his weight back into the seat, all he could seem to think for a moment was that it would be oh-so-easy for things to turn far more intimate. All it would take would be the wolf coming even closer... Even as he turned away the images that that thought brought to mind, the new side within him tried another trick, something far more direct, his hands drifting up from his sides, moving towards the wolf who looked like he waiting for him to signal that he was ready. Only barely holding the motion in check before his hands broke the surface of bubbles, Redtail clenched his back teeth, forcing his arms to relax and float, camouflaging the motion as merely being a part of him relaxing into position. It took him a few more moments of struggling with himself, but finally, he had a hold on everything again, the other voice strangely silent, and Redtail gave a tentative smile, nodding to Greystone.
"Alright, well, if you will allow me," The wolf said, taking hold of Redtail's right ankle and pulling it towards him, gently extending his leg. When his leg was out straight, but not locked, the wolf gently rotated Redtail's foot around at the ankle, letting loose a small series of pops as he did so, making the fox's ears twitch with each one, the odd sensation not quite pleasurable, but definitely relaxing. Pulling the joint towards him, the wolf gently pressed his fingers along the top of the fox's foot, pulling at the flesh, dragging it towards him slowly, and Redtail let out a sigh, laying his head back on the edge of the tub, staring up at the dark beams of the ceiling. He had never experienced that peculiar sensation before either; it seemed to be equal parts excitement, like he was being tickled, and the relaxing pressure of a massage. Then, the fox let out another soft moan as the wolf pressed his thumbs into the arch of his foot above the heel, pressing upward towards his toes, his hazel eyes closing halfway in pleasure, hands clenching involuntarily as the thumbs continued upward. Suddenly, when the wolf's thumbs were pressing up just below the toes, he began to alternate the pressure of his hands in just the right spot, Redtail shivered, his tail flicking around behind him in the water. Teasing that spot sent rolling waves of excitement up his spine, tingling electricity spreading through him that felt like it should have made things tense up, but instead, it seemed only to energize his stiff muscles, relaxing tired joints, releasing tension.
Greystone's manipulation of the spot on his foot must have lasted only a few seconds, though it certainly felt longer, but all of a sudden, the wolf's paws were sliding up his calf, the thumb and two fingers of his hands rolling the muscle this way and that and Redtail shuddered once more, the sudden change of sensation taking him by surprise. And, right at that moment, the traitorous voice in his brain made a valiant bid for freedom, the image of the wolf continuing the massage all way up dancing through the fox's mind. By the time Redtail had it locked down once more, but only barely, the wolf's hands were at his knee, massaging the joint, thumbs circling his kneecap, then pressing outward, stretching the ligaments. Finally, the wolf took hold of the fox's leg, one hand above and one below the joint, pulling in opposite directions. The feeling of the joint being stretched like that was so odd that the fox couldn't help it; he looked down once more, and that was it.
He couldn't help it, there was no restraining the thoughts this time; the wolf was so close, well within arm's reach. All he had to do was reach out and pull him closer... Redtail felt his heart start to the thump harder in his chest as the lupine's paws started going up his quadriceps, kneading the tension out of them. Frantically, the fox tried to think of something else, anything other than the fantasies that spilled out into his conscious mind from the place he had tried to keep them. And strangely, the only subject that his mind could come up with other than the lustful voice's suggestions, was the wolf's behavior.
From the moment Redtail had seen him, the only thing the wolf had been was warm, welcoming and friendly. Always gentle, never forceful or provocative. That gentle demeanor had smoothed over the shock of waking up to find himself in the body of his fursona. Likewise, it was his gentle, wordless reassurances had put an end to the shy awkwardness he had felt earlier, helped him settle more fully into the personality that Redtail, his alter ego, had always possessed, one wholly comfortable with himself. And then, the wolf had begun with the massage, taking away the aches and pains, helping him to enjoy the spa. Was it any wonder that he was attracted, even setting aside Greystone's handsomeness? It certainly didn't seem wrong or even inappropriate viewed in that light. And now, the fox's heart hammered away in his chest like a drumbeat, but whether that was from his thoughts or from the nearness of the wolf or the heat of the hot tub, Redtail no longer cared.
Moments later, inevitably, the wolf looked up once more, an easy smile on his face. And in that instant, when hazel eyes met icy blue, both were suddenly trapped. Greystone stopped his massage, his paws resting on the fox's thigh, and once more Redtail couldn't look away, but this time... this time, he was past the point of caring. Those eyes were so clear, so beautiful a shade of blue, like the clear sky of winter, like the ice of a mountain glacier... Before he could reconsider, the fox had moved forward in a rush, his muzzle meeting Greystone's in a kiss, the wolf too surprised to react. A half second later, alarm at his own actions asserted itself in Redtail's mind, and he broke the kiss, hurriedly looking away, red hot shame rushing to the fore, making the red fur of his face almost glow and he quickly opened his mouth to speak.
"I am so sorry!" He exclaimed, shaking his head, "I don't know what came over me. I can't believe..."
Whatever thought he had been about to complete was suddenly cut off by the wolf's paw gently touching his cheek, turning his head back so it faced the grey fur, forcing him to meet the icy stare one more time. But in the gaze was not horror, or offense or even an accusation. Instead, it held only desire and what seemed to be an inexplicably long suppressed affection and longing. The grey paw gently caressed the fox's fur, tracing lines in his pelt as it slid around to the back of his neck and this time, both moved, the wolf pressing forward at the same time as the fox, their muzzles meeting once more, this time deeply, passionately, their paws pulling one another into a tight embrace. This time, it was Greystone that moved along first, his jaw parting, the lupine's tongue finding its way into Redtail's mouth, the fox reciprocating a moment later. All hesitation was forgotten with the taste of the canine, his desires the only thought in the fox's mind. A very long minute later, the pair finally broke the kiss, clutching each other tight, panting in the heat and the excitement.
"I never thought you would want this." Greystone whispered into the fox's ear, his hands stroking slowly up and down the fox's spine and Redtail chuckled softly, reciprocating the embrace, holding the wolf to him as tight as he could manage, nuzzling against the soft grey fur of his neck, breathing deep a heady breath filled with the wolf's delightful, indefinable scent.
"Neither did I." The fox admitted, marveling at how...normal, it seemed to have the wolf in his arms, how comforting his scent was, and how incredible it felt to be embraced so close by him in return. "But there has been a part of me that has wanted to do this since the moment I saw you."
"We don't have to go further. We could just stop with this if you aren't..." A sudden upward grind of the fox's hips, pressing his hard erection against Greystone's own engorged wolfhood stopped his sentence in its tracks, sending a shiver of ecstasy through the grey fur. "A-are you sure?"
"Very." Redtail replied softly, kissing the wolf's nose, the lupine's nervous stammer making his heart ache. "But you are going to have to drive."
"Heh..." The wolf chuckled, the fox's jest making him grin, giving a grind of his own before backing up, relaxing his grip on the fox. "You should probably sit up on the edge of the tub."
Redtail nodded, grinning like a fool, pushing himself up out of the seat on trembling limbs, finally settling on the side of the pool before the grey wolf with just his lower legs in the water. Redtail's heart was still hammering hard in his chest, and his rational mind briefly stated a fading objection to what was about to happen, but before he could even consider it, the fox's gaze caught something he hadn't noticed until that moment, as he looked down on the grey furred wolf kneeling in the water before him. It was something that stopped the objection in its tracks, obliterating the last shred of hesitation, quieting the dissenting voice. Beneath the many shades of grey fur on his cheeks, Greystone was blushing fiercely, clearly as nervous and eager as Redtail himself was. And that simple thing, that simple detail, almost unnoticeable, was more endearing to him than the work of a master poet. Smiling warmly, the fox reached out and caressed the wolf's cheek, tenderly trailing his fingers through his companion's fur. The wolf returned the gesture, his fingers continuing on, trailing down Redtail's neck and over his shoulders, sending a shiver down Redtail's spine. As the wonderful touch of his fingers trailed down to his ribs, the wolf's other hand joined the first on the opposite side of his torso, effortlessly stimulating the fox's back, making him suck in a deep breath of wonder.
Moments later, Greystone's fingertips slid around to Redtail's chest, tracing the line of his lowest ribs with the barest tips of his claws, another shiver of sensation racing through him. Looking down at his companion, marveling at just how sensitive the transformation had made him, Redtail found that the wolf's grin held just a hint of mischief within it as his paws slid lower down, almost touching one another. Giving a heavy sigh of delight, the fox arched his back, pressing his abs up into the wolf's touch as the lupine's hands parted once more, sliding around to either side of his belly button, carefully avoiding Redtail's erection. When Greystone's hands reached the level of his hips, the wolf slowed his progress, tracing small circles with his claws, edging ever closer to the crux of the fox's legs, but never quite making it there. Then, finally, delicately, the wolf's fingertips touched his prize, soft finger pads landing on the fox's sheath, slowly trailing upward, over the bulge of the knot and all the way up to the tapering tip, barely touching, teasing the sensitive flesh. Redtail shuddered at the magnificent sensation, letting out a stuttering breath through his broad grin.
Chuckling softly at his companion's reaction, Greystone did the same thing again, this time going in the other direction, gently stroking downwards, finally ending up caressing the fox's furry balls, giving them a soft squeeze. Then, before Redtail could decide if he wanted the wolf to move on or to keep teasing him, he felt a new sensation at the base of his sensitive cock, and he gasped, his eyes closing with pleasure as Greystone's long tongue slid up his shaft in one long slurp that never seemed to end, coaxing a drop of pre from the fox's tip. Hearing the wolf giggle softly, Redtail opened his eyes and looked down as Greystone licked the droplet from the tip, the sensation sending a jolt through him like a bolt of lightning, his hips giving an involuntary buck towards Greystone's muzzle. Giving a unmistakably seductive grin, the wolf finally obliged him, his warm, wet muzzle engulfing the fox's length all in one motion, right up to the knot. Redtail groaned, his back almost reversing its orientation as he hunched, the sight of his vulpine shaft disappearing into the grey furred muzzle of the wolf making his brain go haywire. Gone was the consideration that, with most of his body dripping with water, he probably looked ridiculous; gone was the consideration that he hardly knew the wolf, and that he had never done anything like this with another guy; only the pleasured sensation remained behind.
Greystone gently sucked on the stiff flesh in his muzzle, backing off of the fox slowly until only his tip was in his maw, swirling his tongue over the length, making his lover shiver beneath his ministrations. Then, with his tongue still at work, swirling around and around, the wolf began to dip his head forward once more, taking the warm shaft all the way until the knot was against his mouth again, the fox groaning, his shaft already throbbing with arousal. It was clear he wasn't going to last very long at this rate, and the wolf had no intention of letting this be that short of a experience. Pulling back once more, lightening the pressure of his tongue and muzzle just enough to keep the pleasure from building to climax, Greystone allowed the fox's penis to slip from his lips completely, his lover giving an animalistic whine as he did so, hazel eyes opening to glare at him accusingly.
"Can't have you cumming so soon, now can we?" Greystone teased, nuzzling the fox's sheath, and donating a soft lick to his balls as he dipped lower down. Realizing what the wolf intended, Redtail scooted forward a bit, eagerly spreading his legs as he leaned back onto his hands. A moment later, the wolf's tongue darted out once more, trailing over Redtail's tailhole, and the fox gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, his legs twitching as the sensuous tongue tip slid around the sensitive ring of flesh. A few moments later, as Greystone kept up his licking, his cool canine nose nuzzling under the fox's sack, his hands found their way to the vulpine shaft once more, softly stroking and teasing the erected flesh.
Redtail was shuddering, trying to think through the waves of excitement that the wolf's tonguing of his butt were sending through him, trying to keep track of what the wolf was doing so he might return the favor, but it was terribly hard for him to concentrate on that idea. Instead, the fox's mind kept drifting towards the future. In his fantasies, he had always been the top, always assuming that role with his imaginary lovers, after all, that was what he had experienced with his girlfriends over the years, and what he knew best. But now, with the talented wolf teasing his pucker with his tongue, he began to yearn for something else, the other side of the relationship as it were. Just as he was beginning to entertain the notion of asking the wolf to take him right there and then, the lupine gave one last swipe with his tongue, then backed off once again, his hands leaving the fox's member. The lupine sat back in a crouch for a few moments, allowing the fox to adjust to the change in sensation, then his tongue was back on his shaft, and Redtail let out a moan as it slid up to his tip in a long, slow swipe, his whole body now shuddering with sensation. A moment later, the wolf engulfed his penis with his maw once more, but this time, after only a slight hesitation, the grey fur dipped even deeper down, the fox's tip going down his throat, and finally, knot and all was in his muzzle.
That was a little too much for Redtail. The fox felt his cock start to throb and his hands found their way to the wolf's head, running his fingers through his luxurious white hair as he sucked him, his throat undulating around the vulpine's tip. Barely a moment later, Redtail grit his teeth hard, groaning, his balls shooting up against the base of his shaft and the wolf began to swallow as he came, thick ropes of pent up fox seed spraying from his tip. Panting hard, Redtail held Greystone's head in place as his penis twitched and bucked, the wolf not seeming to mind at all, a grin barely perceptible on his lips around the member in his jaws, his adams apple rolling up and down with each swallow. The orgasm carried on through a long few moments of heavenly pleasure, and then, finally, it was over and the fox let go of the wolf's head. Incredibly, the lupine held the still stiff cock in his mouth a little longer, his throat milking the last drops of seed from the tip before he finally backed off, standing up with a grin, for the moment Redtail had let him go, the fox had slumped backward, lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, still panting, his hands limp at his sides, his muscles giving little twitches now and then. Moving forward slowly, Greystone crawled until he was poised above the fox, his own rock hard member resting against the fox's slowly wilting one, ice blue eyes looking into hazel once more, shared joy and delight mirrored within them and their bodies rested against one another
"Thank you." Redtail whispered, rising up to kiss the wolf tenderly, not caring in the slightest what the grey furred canine had just done with that muzzle. For his part, the wolf's return kiss was just as passionate, just as tender, showing no sign of pushing Redtail along, despite his obvious arousal.
"You are welcome." The wolf replied, nuzzling under the fox's chin when they broke the kiss, giving a soft lick to the hollow of the red fur's neck. For a moment, Redtail simply lay with the wolf on top of him, gazing admiringly upward at his handsome face. After a little while, the fox slid his hands upward, sliding them gently along the wolf's arms in a caress, up from where they rested on either side of the fox. The motion continuing upward and backward, tracing the lines of the fit wolf's shoulders, then down along his ribs, making him shiver, his back arching slightly at the sensation, making him press his hips against Redtail's. The fox spent a moment or two gently teasing the wolf ribs beneath his fingers, tracing the spine between them, his companion's eyes closing slightly in pleasure, their shafts pressing against one another. Then, the vulpine's fingers continued their exploration of the wolf's back, sliding down even further until they finally landed on the smooth curve of his butt, tracing their way around it. Greystone's breath caught when one of Redtail's fingers brushed against his tailhole and the wolf started to speak, but Redtail cut him off, kissing him once more, tongue playing out into his muzzle to find the wolf's own, the canine reciprocating the passionate kiss eagerly. Redtail's hands were not idle while the pair locked muzzles, giving the wolf's rump a squeeze before suddenly tracing around the other way, over the line of his hips, and the ice blue eyes of the wolf suddenly went wide with surprise, finding the deep hazel orbs of his lover holding mischief within them as the fox took hold of his wolfhood.
"My turn." Redtail whispered, nuzzling up into the fur of the wolf's neck, his hands giving a stroke of the wolf's penis. Greystone smiled eagerly, the blush in his furry cheeks intensifying. Nodding shakily, the wolf obligingly rolled to the side, off the fox, eventually ending up with his calves dangling in the water, sitting beside where the fox had been only moments before. While the wolf was settling in, Redtail had slid forward, sliding around to take the wolf's place in the water, his hands never leaving the canine shaft in his grasp, gently caressing it as he moved. And finally, when both were in position once more, Redtail's paws finally left the wolf's sensitive organ, finding their way instead down his thighs, claw tips carving furrows in his pelt. While he pulled his hands towards his chest, the fox leaned slowly forward, his heart starting to hammer in his chest, his gaze filling with the sight of the wolf's rigid cock. He knew that Greystone didn't need much more teasing, and yet, despite how eager he was, the sight of the red canine flesh so close made him feel more than a little nervous. Persistent fantasies aside, it was very different thing when you were about to do it for real.
But then, as his inward lean slowed with nervousness, he found his gaze tracking upward, past the toned muscles of the wolf's chest, and finding their way to his face once more. The wolf was smiling gently down on him, his ice blue eyes warm and reassuring. And that was all he needed, the fox returning the smile as he finished leaning in, nuzzling the wolf's furry sack, drawing in a deep breath. And that act somehow acted like a catalyst to him, the breath filled with an aroma so unlike anything he had ever scented before. The wolf scent was strong there, but more intense and musky than before and it was a delight to breath it in, like the scent of a fine wine. Breathing in another, deeper breath, he allowed his tongue to slide out of his jaws, tasting the grey fur of his lover's crotch, and teasingly slow, he trailed upward, finding the top of the sheath, and finally, at last, savory, delicious flesh beneath his tongue tip. He could taste the scent of the wolf now, and it was nothing short of wonderful, more wonderful than anything he had ever imagined, and yet, as he traced the canine's knot with his tongue, beginning a slow march upward towards the tapering tip, he realized that the scent of the wolf, like his companion's gaze and voice, was somehow familiar, as if it were something he had scented before, though that was most certainly impossible... Suddenly, his mind was brought back to what he was doing by the wolf letting out a soft moan as the fox's lingering lick finally reached his tip, finding a droplet of pre on the tip, to his taste buds' delight; it was more sweet than salty, and even more delicious than the wolf's flesh.
Grinning to himself, Redtail swiped his tongue tip across the taper a few times, coaxing more pre from his companion with every one, shivers passing down the wolf's spine, his talented fingers twitching. Then, remembering what he had done to him only minutes before, the red vulpine grinned and took a steadying breath before opening his maw slightly, dipping his head forward. Slowly, the length of the wolfhood slid into his jaws and, the moment Redtail felt it brush his palette, it was all he could do not to force every delicious inch into his jaw all at once. Fighting back that impulse, the fox sensuously took the wolf penis into his mouth at a slow pace, his tongue swirling this way and that. And finally, after a long minute, he felt the wolf's tip graze the back of his throat and he stopped, closing his mouth around the length, feeling the edge of the knot against his lips. As much as it was his deep desire to take the wolf all the way to his sheath in his jaws, he knew he didn't have that skill, not yet anyway, but, it didn't matter much. Gently beginning to suck on the pillar of flesh in his muzzle, the fox began to pull off the penis, slowly, almost torturously, until at last only the tapering tip remained between his lips and the fox paused for a moment, only a moment, before plunging forward. This time, when the wolfhood in his grasp was only half way in and he was tightening the pressure of his sucking, he heard the wolf moan, his hips bucking another inch into his mouth and Redtail grinned broadly while he kept sucking, pleased that his companion was enjoying it, despite his inexperience.
A few bobs later, Redtail felt a shift in his companion, the lupine fingers clenching up on the edge of the tub, and he could feel the veins in the wolf's penis starting to pulse. Instinctually, he stopped his sucking, pulling back off the shaft, delivering a gentle kiss to the tip as it slid past his lips. Glancing upward, he found the wolf panting, glaring at him with the very same expression he himself had worn when the wolf had done the same thing to him. Grinning and once again nuzzling the wolf's balls, giving them another slow, teasing lick, he lowered his muzzle, the wolf leaning back even as Redtail had done. Again, the fox found himself confronted with something he had never done before. But this time, as the wolf's tailhole came into view, he felt no hesitation. He was going to give Greystone back as much of the pleasure he had provided as he could. Moving forward, Redtail allowed the tip of his tongue to touch the wolf's pucker and at once the other fur gasped, a deep, pleased gasp and the fox grinned, pressing his tongue in a circle, tracing the outline of the hole and the wolf shivered, a broad smile on his lips. Drawing in another breath of wolf musk, the fox pressed his tongue back and forth across the flesh, occasionally swirling it in a circle and the wolf began to pant, his penis twitching and jerking, obviously very close to cumming, but not there just yet. Redtail considered stroking the wolf's shaft as Greystone had done to him, but he didn't dare, not with what he wanted; the wolf was too close to climax already. Then, a moment later, one of the wolf's hands landed on Redtail's head between his ears, the fingers running through his hair and he chuckled softly, continuing his treatment. The wolf obviously didn't mind being so close, so why not prolong it a little more?
But, finally, after a few more passes of his tongue, Redtail found that, while Greystone didn't mind being so close, he was too eager to taste one more thing before the end to prolong it much more and he backed up, his heart hammering all the harder in his chest. As he repositioned, nuzzling the wolf's knot, he took another breath, trying without success to calm his racing heart. It was as if all he had already done, from practically seducing the handsome Greystone to going so far as to explore the wolf's most intimate places with his tongue had somehow been merely an intro. But he felt somehow that if he did this last thing, the thing that he was eager to do, it would be as if a turning point had been reached, that things could never be the same for him. But then, as he opened his mouth and licked the wolf's shaft ever so slightly one more time, guiding it with one hand towards his jaws, he found himself asking himself if he really cared. And the answer that came from his mind as the wolf's shaft once again entered his maw, was a resounding no. Grinning, the fox closed his lips about the penis and began sucking once more, swirling his tongue this way and that. He could feel Greystone's muscles tensing up beneath his hands as he worked the shaft, bobbing his head slowly up and down. Then, after a very short time, the wolf sucked in a deep breath, his jaw setting hard and Redtail felt his eyes go wide in eager surprise as the wolf's balls jumped up against the base of his sheath.
When the first jet of white seed shot from the wolf's tip, spraying against the back of the fox's throat, accompanying a gasp of pleasure and release from Greystone, Redtail felt his lips forming a ready smile, the taste of the wolf cum filling his mind as it pooled on his tongue. If he had thought that the lupine's pre was a taste sensation, this blew the notion right out of his mind. It tasted sweet, salty, musky, but more than anything, it tasted like the wolf, which was what made him smile. Jet after jet of seed sprayed into his vulpine jaws and he began to swallow, a little at a time, just enough to keep his muzzle from overflowing, prolonging the moments of the wonderful taste. Finally, he felt the shaft in his muzzle stop bucking and he saw the wolf's posture slump, his chest heaving, a broad smile on his lips, a smile that seemed almost familiar. Then, finally, Redtail took two big swallows, clearing the heavenly fluid from his jaws. But he didn't pull off the wolf just yet, gently swirling his tongue around its length, suckling the last of the wolf's seed from his tip. Only when the delicious taste had started to fade did he finally allow the wolfhood to slip from his lips. When the fox licked his chops, the wolf chuckled, using his trembling muscles to push himself towards the fox, sliding into the hot, bubbling water with him.
"Thank you." Greystone whispered as he pulled the fox into a tight hug. "You have no idea how bad I wanted you to do that."
"You are welcome." Redtail replied, kissing the wolf softly. "It was the least I could do, considering what you did for me."
"No," Greystone said, gently pulling the fox down into the water so they were neck deep in the tub, the wolf gently maneuvering them over to the side, where the curve of the seat more resembled a lounge. "It was more than that, so much more. I would have been content simply making you happy."
"I am happy." Redtail insisted, allowing the wolf to settle in against the side of the tub before he joined him, pressing their chests together as they lay lengthwise in the tub, nuzzling the wolf's neck and wondering what this was all about.
"But you have made me happier than you can understand." The wolf said, nuzzling the fox's chin and hugging him close. "And so I thank you."
"I bet you say that to everyone you do this with." Redtail replied, feeling a little awkward with the way the wolf was treating what they had done.
"No," the wolf said, finally smiling. "I have served as a masseur to a bunch of Onyx members, and though they offered, and many tried, you are the only one I have done this with, the only one I even wanted to do this with."
"I'm flattered." Redtail said, grinning as well and moving in for another kiss, surprised to find that it was true. When their muzzles met in a deep, loving kiss, the fading tastes of each other's seed mingling in the embrace of their tongues, Redtail felt an immense warmth well up inside him, a warmth he had only felt once before, in the arms of a woman he had once imagined would be the one for him, the one who he would marry. When they broke off their kiss, the two furs snuggling in tight to one another, the fox smiled. It was far too early for such feelings to be true, but, as he luxuriated in the arms of the wolf, he felt himself hoping that they would remain.
"You know," Greystone said after a silent minute of cuddling. "I am going to have to finish that massage sometime."
"Later," Redtail replied, laughter in his voice. "We have all weekend..."