Mate
#4 of In the life after (1)
"And... two teaspoons of vanilla essence," I murmured to myself as I read through the recipe once more. I licked my lips as I turned to reach for the bottle of essence. I was putting my baking skills on a test earlier today, trying to see if I still could bake as well as I could a year ago. Studying had taken all my time to enjoy other hobbies, and baking was one of them. I used to be able to conjure an awesome molten lava cake, but I'm not so sure if I could do the same now. I decided upon a strawberry shortcake instead, which was probably harder but I had been doing well so far. Perhaps I could have sliced the sponge cake more evenly... But hey, I had not been baking for a while now.
I growled softly as the cap was stubbornly unwilling to budge. All I needed was that few drops of vanilla and the bottle didn't seem inclined to co-operate with me. I wrenched and wrestled with the bottle cap and was so close to resorting to fangs before it gave way and I smile in triumph, before finding it stuck once again on the side. Apparently the metal ring below the cap was still unwilling to give in to me. Groaning in annoyance, I bit my lip and began to use my full strength to disengage the cap from the glass bottle by pulling it hard. I couldn't possibly be losing out to a stupid bottle cap now, am I?
Eventually the ring came off together with the cap from the bottle, twisted and bent from its original shape. I pulled that mangled piece of metal that was ruining my baking time and tossed it into the bin. With that annoying thing out of the way, I took the measuring spoons and poured the contents from the bottle. I vaguely heard whimpering from somewhere but I didn't think much about it, considering there was only a napping Jo and I in his house. Why the heck would Jo be whimpering for no reason, right?
I measured the second spoon and the whimpers got louder. I raised my eyebrows, wondering if it really came from Jo, since my ears were swivelling at the direction of his room. I put the second spoon into the cream mixture and blotches of red appeared on the cream. Did I forget it wash off the red food colouring the other time?
Another red droplet fell on the cream into slow swirls and it reminded me of something similar before. It was then I smelled blood and yelp in shock as the spoon I was holding was dripping blood into the cream. I threw the spoon into the sink and pulled a paper towel to press against my index digit, which had been cut by the stupid metal ring and was bleeding.
I pressed hard against the wound, trying to stem the flow, as the whimpers got louder and louder from Jo's room. I quickly ran towards my grey wolf, who was weeping and trashing a little in his sleep. I was terrified, wondering if this was a nightmare, with that stupid ring cutting me and Jo whimpering like an injured wolf in his sleep at the same time.
He was whispering something that sounded like 'no' as his muzzle contort in pain. I evaded his paws and jumped on him, rubbing my muzzle against his nose, hoping my scent would reach to him as I whispered for him to wake up in his ears. I felt his body trembling as I tried to soothe him in his sleep. I silently prayed for everything to work out as I grew anxious every passing moment. What seemed to be a normal day was suddenly turning out to be a scene in a horror movie. If Jo still didn't I swore I was going to do something rash.
The effect was almost instantaneous as he stopped fidgeting and he blinked. I almost cried out in relief, watching my wolf's eyes blink a few more times. I gave a huge sigh of relief as I pulled myself down and looked at him in the eye, stroking his cheek and felt the wet tear streaks on his fur. He closed his eyes and more tears fell. He cried once more onto my small chest as I scooped his muzzle into an embrace. His paws gripped tightly onto my back as he bawled, saying 'I'm so sorry, baby', repeatedly into my chest. I frowned in bewilderment and pat his head. "Everything is fine, honey. It was just a bad dream," I cooed, "cry it all out. I'm here, honey."
It took a while before he calmed down; eyes still red from the outburst and occasionally giving a soft hiccup. I still held on to him and stroked my man on the head. His grip on me eventually loosened, and I took as a good sign as I let go of his muzzle to see his handsome, if not a little wet and messy, muzzle. He looked at me shyly, perhaps from embarrassment or shame, I don't know. "I... I thought I smelled your blood," he said softly, "You were there, all bleeding and dying. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move... It was like watching you bleed to your last breath."
"Shh," I said as I put a finger over his lips, "None of that. Nothing of that sort has happened or will ever happen. But you're not wrong about the blood smell though." I lift my hastily paper wrapped paw, where the bleeding seemed to have stopped. "I was at the kitchen when I accidentally cut myself. I heard whimpers but I didn't think it was you until it got louder and louder. I gotta say your sense of smell is really strong."
"Are you ok? Is it a bad cut? Are you still bleeding? Does it hurt?" Jo asked agitatedly. I quickly put a paw on his chest before he start pouncing on me. "I'm fine, honey, really. Please, calm down. You've got me scared after all that earlier... Would you like to rest?" I asked as I kissed his forehead. He licked my nose in response, "I want you to accompany me," he said as his goofy grin spread out across his muzzle.
I smiled back at him as I felt my grey wolf returning to his usual self. "But I haven't finish with my baking... there's still cream to be whipped," I said as I started to climb out of the bed. He pulled me back into a hug as I yelped. "Okay, let's do it together," he said softly into my ear and took a deep sniff on the top of my head. "I'm sorry I've worried you, Typh," he said, low and softly.
I wriggled against him and said, "Don't say sorry. You have done nothing wrong." Jo only clung to me tighter. "But..." he tried to argue, but I interrupted him, "No buts, big boy. If you really want to make it up, just help me dress my wound, okay?"
"I guess I could do that," he said as he hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom for the first aid kit. I sighed as I felt his weight shift the bed. I didn't know that accident would still affect him after a few months, even after our major exams. Was this a lifelong trauma? My blood? I don't know if that was serious enough to seek professional help. But I'm pretty sure in my remaining years of life I'm bound to have small cuts and bleed somehow. I couldn't have Jo to be in a total wreck every time I bleed for whatever reason, I would never forgive myself if something like that happened.
When he sat back down on the bed with the first aid, I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around him. "Are you okay?" I asked him as I breathed his scent and kissed him on the neck. He gave a small shiver and said, "I am." He took my injured paw and slowly took off the paper towel, nose wrinkling at the smell of my blood. I nuzzled him more when I saw his reaction, but he simply continued his work. "I will be strong. I am strong when I'm with you," he said as he cleaned the wound and wrapping it with soft bandage with a few hissing from me. "There we go," he said as he finished dressing up my cut. I looked at his handicraft, neat and simple. He tapped at my paw and asked, "Shall we get back to your cream?"
I was a little concerned about my wolf. All that seemed somewhat familiar. Jo was rarely like this. Chances were that he would be joking around, keeping his jolly goofy self. But now he just seemed a little... cold in comparison. I couldn't help but grab his muzzle made him face me. He seemed a little surprised as I pressed my nose against his and said, "Okay, I need my shining knight to do some whipping for me." He grinned widely back at me, and before I could catch the glint in his eyes he scooped me up into his arms and carried me out to the kitchen. No matter how much I plead him to put me out of that embarrassment; he just laughed and nuzzled my neck more. Even though Jo was really being annoying at that point of time, I realised that my grey wolf was just being himself, all joyful and naughty... And that was what I was wishing for earlier, no? For Jo to remain how he was, for him to be the man I loved.
He stared back at me when I stopped resisting. I don't know what happened there, but he was amazingly dashing at that moment in time... Truly like my knight in shining armour. I had a crazy urge to just make out with him right there and then, but he decided to just let me down since we're back in his kitchen. I felt so embarrassed at my thoughts like a young schoolgirl having her first crush again, but I tried not to let it show. Jo just looked at me curiously with that usual canine head flopped to the side, making him maddeningly cute.
I used all my efforts to snap out of it. I wasn't normally like that... I've never looked at Jo in such a way before. Not that I've never liked him since we were together, but right now... it could be just how the sunlight was bouncing off his fur making him silver; I'm madly attracted to him. "W-whipping cream!," I gasped, "The cream has some of my blood though... You think it would- Jo!"
At the mention of blood, Jo simply took the idle whisk and stirred the contents quickly; making those few drops of blood disappear into the cream, making it as though the blood was never there. I grabbed his paw in shock, but couldn't stop him from turning the mixture back to white. "It's okay, baby," he said as he looked at me, "It's not there anymore."
"That's not the point though," I argued as I narrowed my eyes. Jo smiled and reached to scratch the back of my head. "The mixture will be fine. Even if it isn't I'll whip it until it is. You wanna take a seat?" he asked as he started to beat the cream.
I sat down on the opposite of the counter while he continued working on the cream. I watched the cream as he whipped it, but whipping cream was a long process. After a while I decided to look elsewhere out of boredom since Jo was still going to take a while. It started from the whisk, then his paw. Before I knew it, my eyes were snaking up his arm, watching him work that cream. Those muscles bunching back and forth as sweat slowly formed on his arm. I swore I saw one trickling down his bicep teasingly. Whatever was going on my mind earlier was coming back to cloud my thoughts. It was almost hypnotising as he concentrated on his work, and under the few rays of sunlight, my wolf really looked like he was glowing. I really wanted to touch his arm muscles for some reason... to feel the strength packing underneath after all the hard work in the gym. I didn't even know how long I was staring at him; the cream was already getting stiff and I never noticed. Jo let go of the whisk and something white splatted on my muzzle while he wiped the sweat that was collecting on his forehead. The familiar scent of Jo's sweat was suddenly more obvious as I continued to breathe. He looked down for a moment before turning back to me and smile with his paw outstretched, stained by the same white stuff. Just moments before he touched me, my mind simply snapped back and I jerked back in reflex, falling off the chair with a yelp.
I heard Jo cried out in surprise as he scrambled over the counter to find my grabbing the back of my head, groaning. I had to admit that I probably deserved it for having such inappropriate thoughts. Technically he was already my boyfriend but still...
"Are you alright? What happened?" he asked, half in concern and in amusement. "N-nothing," I said as my ears turned red, "I was just startled by you... that's all."
Jo raised his eyebrows as he reached for my muzzle with his paw. "Er... I was just trying to wipe off the cream I spilled on you earlier...?" he said as he wiped my muzzle and raised the digit with the cream. "See?" he asked as he suckled on it, licking his lips, "Mmm, tasty." My eyes opened wide while I watched his lips wrap around his other digits to taste the white cream. At that point of time, a certain urge was rising up within me. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Jo seemed to stop at the last bit of cream and turned to me. He hesitated before gesturing with his finger with a grin, "You wanna try some with the last bit?" On instinct, I opened my muzzle and slowly tasted his finger. It was sweet with cream yet a little salty with his sweat. I put his whole finger in my mouth, suckled on that thick finger and licked off the cream, pulling out softly with a small 'pop' as I murred softly.
The expression on Jo was laughable, it was his turn to get shocked as he widen his eyes and gasped, "B-Baby! P-please!" I slapped myself on my muzzle, "Er... sorry... that was awkward. I don't know what made me do it."
We avoided eye contact as I quickly stood up to focus on the cake. I settled my mind and quickly reached for the fridge to assemble the cake. Jo shifted his pants with a cough and took the seat where I was before I fell off. I placed everything I needed on the counter and started to work on the cake, keeping my mind solely on finishing my baking task. Jo was watching me the whole time as I worked. I was smoothing the sides with a cake spatula before I decided to break the silence, "Stop staring at me, big boy. Tell me how the cake looks."
"It looks great. Maybe you might wanna put more cream on this side," he grinned as he pointed, "And you were staring at me earlier too. I'm just taking my turn."
I blushed slightly as I patched up the side he point, "Y-you knew?"
His grin never faltered, "Of course I do. I always do. It's a little flattering."
I flicked some extra cream at his face in annoyance and broke his grin just slightly. He knew that he shouldn't be too rough to retaliate back since the cake was still there, so he simply licked up the cream. "How naughty of you, alpha," he said slowly. I smiled back at him, knowing that he wouldn't try anything funny.
But of course I would finish assembling the cake at some point. It wasn't the best looking, but it wasn't sloppy work either. Maybe it would look better after settling in the fridge, I thought as I put the cake in.
As soon as I shut the door, I could already feel Jo jumping at me for revenge earlier. He grabbed my from behind and dragged his finger filled with cream across my cheek. I struggled playfully as he laughed. I couldn't help but laugh with him as he hugged me. He rocked us both softly side to side, and licked of the cream that he rubbed on my muzzle. "Mine," he said as he kissed me on the cheek.
I turned in his embrace to face him. My boyfriend was beaming, looking so particularly handsome that I pulled his muzzle in for a long passionate kiss. Fuck everything else, because this man is mine. I can do what I want; think how I like with him. Why should I be feeling guilty over such a good catch?
Our tongues were battling it out as I tasted my hunky wolf. I pushed myself onto him as he backed up, one paw grabbing the counter side as we knocked onto it. He was moaning as I felt a familiar hunger rising within me. It was asking me to claim this wonderful man as mine. I was tasting him in my mouth but I wanted something more. I growled as we had to break away for air. "W-wow," Jo panted, "You're full of surprises today, Typh."
I grabbed his waist and pulled him off the counter. Jo hobbled forward in surprise and I clasped my paws on his firm butt cheeks, nibbling on his soft neck. Jo tensed up and gave a submissive gasp of pleasure. I never thought I would be the one leading, but I was acting on instinct. Every action just flowed as I touched my man intimately. I slowly shifted my paws underneath his shirt, touching his bare fur hiding in his clothes. I made it my mission to touch every inch of him. I have never fully explored the man of my life physically and now was the time. I was dreaming of feeling the efforts of his work outs earlier and now it was happening.
I kissed him on his neck, under his jaw and worked downwards. It was when I reached his shirt with my lips when I stopped and rested my head on his chest. "Jo?" I asked quietly as he looked down at me, catching his breath. "T-Typh? Is there something wrong? Why did you... stop?" Jo asked in concern. "I don't know... Are you okay to do this with me?" I questioned softly.
"Are you kidding me?" Jo said incredulously, "I've been waiting for so long!" He stopped for a moment to calm his hormones before asking, "Are you afraid that I might judge you or something? Showing me your dirty side or something like that?"
I nodded slowly, "Something like that."
Jo sighed as he pulled me into another hug. "I love you Typh. I want to share with you my everything. and this is something that I want to share with you. An intimate part of me," he said as he stroked my head. "Don't forget that you're not the only dirty one... I'd say it's a good time to know each other better," he said before he whispered in my ear, "Do you have any idea how much I've dreamt of us fucking each other? How much I want you to claim me as your own? How much I'm waiting for you to plant your warm seed with that knot of yours inside me so that our scent would mix and everyone knows that I'm yours?"
I gulped as he sparked the flames inside me. I've never heard him talk about his desires like that. Perhaps it was to not make me uncomfortable, but it seemed that my long teasing abstinence was taking its effect on my wolf. Jo faced me and grinned, "Let yourself free. I'm your boyfriend; I'm going to be your mate. There is no need to restrict yourself in front of me."
The flames came back to life as I licked his nose, "Point taken. You might have just opened a Pandora's box. Lose that shirt right now." He growled lustfully as he peeled off his top, "Please take care of me, alpha."
I threw off my shirt as well and kissed him. This time he obediently let my tongue into his mouth, showing who's in charge. I slowly guided him back into the room and pushed him on his bed while kicking his room door shut loudly. I locked the door and kicked off my pants, leaving my boxers on and jumped right on top of him. I let my paws free to touch my wolf, feeling up those firm pecs while I grinded my ass on his abs. My wolf had been packing hot stuff underneath his clothes all these while. Jo is actually fucking hot. While he didn't have the perfect washboard abs, he had a good small layer of fat with outlines of a hunk. His pecs and biceps were large and firm to touch. It was not the most defined, but I wasn't complaining because the layer of fat makes him soft yet firm rather than rock hard with definition, just how I liked. He might not be as huge and soft as an ursine can be, but Jo was still sexy and comfortable in his own way. Damn, what the hell have I been missing out this whole freaking time? Jo had always been around since forever and I have not touched this sexy beast? Absurd!
I traced every part that my paws could reach with the tip of my claws. All that smooth fur, firm muscles and the scent... oh my god. Those air signals only fuelled the flames within me as I took in every breath. I actually let my tongue out to try and taste the scent... But why taste air when you can go for the source? I growled lustfully and licked the valley between his pectorals, tasting his sweat that had collected after all that work he did for me. I heard my man moan sweetly as his paws that were rubbing against me pressed harder against my fur. He was panting; I could feel his hot breath brushing lightly against my ears as I started exploring with my tongue, finding a pleasure nub to suckle on. I noted that it was a sensitive spot, as his paws stopped roaming to grip on to my fur even tighter. I teased the sensitive spot with my fangs as my paw slowly traced his other pec in circles for the other nub to play with. I managed to find it by touch alone, and I celebrated by giving that soft nub a pinch with my claws while nibbling on the other. "A..alp-!" he actually cried out, but wasn't actually able to form the whole word. Normally I would have been annoyed by that name, but right now it sounded fitting to me. The flames within me were exerting dominance over this huge wolf below me, wanting very much to claim him as mine. Only the word alpha would be fitting for me. Jo was going to be mine, and he had no say on how or what I was going to do to him. It was all about me now and Jo knows it. As if to prove the point, I shifted my rump lower onto his groin and pressed hard against it. "Mine," I growled out loudly. Jo looked at me quickly slightly in shock as he whimpered submissively. I could feel his sheath already swollen and hard. It was thick and sizable, and for all I knew he could still be growing underneath. He wasn't the only excited one though; my own pole was already tenting the boxers with a wet spot. I could feel his paws slowly reach for the waistband of my boxers and I stopped him. He hesitated for a brief moment but did not fight against it.
I pat his chest as though to compliment his obedience as I returned to my exploration. My tongue worked downwards looking for a taste and spotted another are to play with. I must admit I am a very belly person as I dug my nose into his belly button, sniffing curiously. As I played with his body however I want, Jo was already crazed with stimulation. His hips were grinding shamelessly against my ass while his cries were starting to get needy. I didn't want him to finish to early, so I decided to proceed to the main course. I shifted myself forward and grabbed his bulge, squeezing and feeling all that heat awaiting me. He gasped out loud as I ran my paws over it. He actually managed to soak through the fabric to his pants... Hopefully he hasn't unloaded already. As if to return the favour, he reached for my tent and traced my length with his fingertips. I was so focused on Jo that the pleasure Jo was giving me just by touching my dick through my boxers caught me by surprise. Jo reached for my waistband again and this time I didn't stop him. I let him pull off that piece of fabric to the lowest it can go and my junk sprang up. I saw Jo's nose twitching even faster as he drooled slightly on the corner of his mouth. He reached forward, but I quickly stood up to kick off those boxers. I grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled them off easily, making him yelp in shock. The scent of our musk was suddenly strengthened a few folds as we stood naked in front of each other; two young wolves at the peak of their youth, aching to mate.
He watched as I held his underwear in my hand. I leaned into the wet spot to take a deep sniff of Jo's intimate scent and even licking it, satisfied to not find any traces of cum in there. Jo whined as he watched. His paws were running down to his red engorged cock, wanting very much to touch himself. I growled at him and stared in warning; reminding him who was in charge. He stopped and gripped his own fur instead. I slowly walked back and climbed on to his bed, tossing the piece of garment aside. I smiled and patted his cheek, "You have been good so far, perhaps it's time for a treat." He nodded quickly in anticipation and begged, "Please, alpha."
With that I moved over on top of him, with his muzzle between my legs while stretching forward to reach for his groin, effectively making the renowned sixty-nine. I could feel his nose pressing against my ballsack and sniffing it eagerly. I lowered down gently and he opened his muzzle, waiting for me to feed him. It took little effort as he shot out his tongue to guide it in the moment it was within range. I gasped in pleasure as his actions created new sensations that I have never felt before. Having my cock in his warm moist muzzle was incredible. I bit down the urge to just facefuck him and make him drink my seed. Jo was super enthusiastic that's for sure. He was bobbing his muzzle eagerly and using his dextrous tongue to coax for more contents. I trembled in pure pleasure as he continued on while grabbing onto my asscheeks, kneading and feeling them.
Of course I couldn't be the selfish one, leaving all the work to Jo. As an alpha I need to take care of my mate as well. I turned back to his cock, finding that glistening rod waiting for my attention, matting all the pubic fur with sweet pre. When I touched the quivering tip, Jo's body jerked at my foreign touch, showing me just how sensitive my grey wolf was right now. I ran two fingers down his thick length, amazed by how it looked. I've never touched another man like that before, this was the first time I saw another penis off screen, hard and waiting. I unsheathed his whole length, gulping at the size of it. It was going to be quite a mouthful alright.
I kissed his tip and it spurt more pre at me in delight. The scent was crazy and I was hungry to taste it. I dove down as far as I could and sucked the length as I pulled up; taking every single drop of pre that had collected on his red cock, replacing the sweet pre with my spit. I rolled the taste in my mouth and swallowed, only to find myself wanting more. I reached over to squeeze and massage his testicles, hoping that extra stimulation would reward me with more of his sweet juice. I actually caused Jo to hump my muzzle instead as I heard him scream in sexual agony with my dick in his mouth. I slapped his thigh to warn him not to hump and I heard him whine. I kept pushing my limit and eventually managed to bite back the gag reflex and took his entire length into my muzzle. I was surprised by how fast I could have his length, but maybe I was just that fucking horny. I continued having fun with his cock and balls, feeling those full, heavy orbs waiting to unload all that creamy potent seed. I realised that Jo's knot was starting to swell, indicating that my hunky sex beast was getting very close to the edge. I pulled my muzzle off his thick rocket, formed a ring with my fingers and pulled his pup makers tight away from his body. He squealed as I took off my dick off his muzzle as well. He was gasping for air before I let go and turn around to face him. I could see a stray tear or two from the corner of his eyes. "A-alpha," he begged submissively, "P-please... I want to cum... really badly."
I stroked his cheek and smiled slightly. I could easily say no and deny his release. But he wasn't only someone to dominate over. He was Jo, my friend, my love, my everything and now he was going to be my mate. It was impossible not to grant him anything. I decided to give him the very best.
We kept eye contact as I reached for his warm rigid rod that was simply screaming for attention. It was wet with my spit and some freshly coated pre. I guided it slowly until it kissed my tailhole. Jo's eyes widen in surprise and was about to argue before I put a finger on his lips. I pressed down slowly and hissed at the intrusion. I never had anything in there before and Jo was obviously not small. I might have bitten off more than I could chew, but all these were for Jo. I took my time to adjust and managed to fit in the first few inches of Jo inside me. With the initial head in, the rest was fairly much easier as Jo continued to fire copious pre inside me. I let gravity do the rest of the work and before I knew it, he was buried balls deep inside me. His claws were out as he gripped tightly onto my waist. I could see the burning desire for him to just plough away, but he kept himself from ripping me into two. It was hot and thick, it made me felt full. I let myself get used to his dick inside me before I started to lift my hips. I pulled up, just to the head before inching back down. My grey wolf's rod pressed against something inside and made me shiver in pleasure. As I slowly increased the frequency, Jo began to moan and I joined him every single time his length rubbed against the sweet spot. I put my hands on his chest and I started to ride on his cock, squeezing out every bit of pleasure. The noise we made was dirty, wet and sloppy. The room was humid with our musk and sex as we drove ourselves through the mating ritual, enjoying every single moment. Jo began to thrust in rhythm with my dick bouncing off his flexing belly, spraying pre all over. I felt myself panting as I was close to the edge. My knot was already swollen and ready to blow. Jo seemed to notice the same thing as well as he used one of his paws to stroke me off.
In the rear, Jo's knot was also inflating and fast. I grit my teeth through all the pleasure he was giving me through both ends. "Tie me," I growled out. Jo looked hesitant and slowed a little, but I didn't back down. I pushed myself against his growing knot and growled even louder. I was horny and I wanted to be fucking tied to the wolf cock of the man I love. "That fucking hot knot of yours better be in me before you can cum," I threatened, and glared at him, "Tie that knot right now."
The effect was like cutting strings. With my new granted permission, Jo bared his fangs and said, "Yes, alpha." From a passive submissive wolf, he became a full blown sex beast. We rolled over and he took over in the new position. He began to pound at my waiting tailhole, jabbing against my prostate, making my writhe in ecstasy. I clung on to his neck as he continued to find entrance with his knot. Sweat dripped from the sexy grey wolf onto me while we both panted in heat. His thrusts were hard and needy to drive that knot into a pleasurable warm home. His knot rammed against my tailhole continuously and during the last thrust, he bit down on my neck. The amount of stimulation from getting knotted and the mating bite at the same time was just too much for me. I came hands free as my hole squeezed down on the back of his knot. It was the best orgasm I ever had. I shot myself dry while Jo continued to thrust as his knot inflated to the maximum inside me. My cum was getting smeared all over our fur as we rubbed our bodies together with each thrust. Jo started thrusting short and fast until he reached the edge and howled. I felt him shooting a huge warm load deep inside me, driving all his essence inside. His cock was lodged deep and flexing as he continued firing off inside me. All that seed flowing inside where every bit of it screams Jo. I don't know how much sperm he managed to keep in his balls because his cock has yet to show signs of stopping. At that moment in time it felt complete. The ritual is fulfilled and we have mated with each other.
Jo lifted himself up a little to look at me while his dick was still spurting cum inside me. Jo leaned down for a kiss and I was more than willing. I could taste a little of myself in his muzzle as we exchange fluids. We eventually broke off and he smiled.
"Wow. You came a lot," he said as he looked down at the mess of our fur and my cum. "Says you who just shot so much inside me," I said as I stuck my tongue out. He blushed and stuttered, "W-well, it's been a while..."
I smiled and cupped his cheeks together, "Come, let's go back to the earlier position."
It was a simple roll over, but at least both of us got to lie down with Jo on the bed and me on top of him. We were literally mashing our fur together with my cum, but we didn't really care. We were knotted and I was tired. It would take a while before he can pull out, so I simply rested on his chest and he pat my head, humming a tune and grinning widely as I slowly slip out of consciousness.