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Good Morning

"Come with me, And you'll see"

"A world of my imagination~"

"Take a look"

"And you'll be in . . ."

"A World of my creation~"

"Hey! Shut up!"

"Why don't you practice what you preach, you little shit?!" I retaliate.

"I'm trying to fuck my mate down here, so go fuck yourself!" the old man yells back.

"This is why no one likes you!" I yell down from the building.

". . . That was hurtful, you know."

"Y-Yeah . . . I'm sorry. I've just had a long night, and I needed to think, and seeing the sunrise so beautifully over Vernola . . . I just lost myself, I'm sorry. It must have been pretty bad."

"It's okay, it was really nice, honestly. But the tempo is slow and was making me thrust to it more, but I overreacted, I'm sorry."

"Oh, I understand, I know how important it is to please your special other. And even willing to do it so early in the morning, too."

"Well, I have a late shift at the Bastion, you know, the Vernola Guardian force. I just don't want to neglect my mate, so when we have time, you know."

"Haha, I totally get that. My own mate's actually one of the Gaurdian's, so I can totally get that. Police work never really ends, I guess." I say, nodding my head in understanding.

"Right on." he says, just a little bit shakily, grunting every now and then.

"Hey, a tip, lean back, thrust hard, and angle upwards."

"Why?"

"Just trust me." I wait a few seconds, then hear deep moaning, bodies colliding a lot faster with each other, then two screams of ecstasy. "Did you like it?"

"Oh, Gawd!" he says.

"Hehe, works every time." I say to myself. "Hey, Rudolph, Thanks. This talk really helped me. Cleared up my head completely."

"No problem, Dennis. I know just how stressful your job can get."

I get up from the rooftop floor, brushing off my pants and smoothing out the fur on my striped tiger tail. This was nice. I should go onto the roofs of random people's houses all the time.

* * * *

I stood in front of my mirror. It was the only mirror outside of a bathroom, and I rarely used it. But it was a bit important to me. I had it because I hated it, honestly. I hate my reflection with a passion. The more I stare at myself, the more it feels like something's not right. Like if you look at a word long enough, you start rearranging the letters, trying to change it because it just starts looking wrong.

I run my paws along my soft fur that I took pride in, one of the few things that earned it. It was bright orange, with stripes slashed across me, all jagged and rough, but in the way I liked. I also had a creamy white belly fur that leaked up a little into my neck, a huge contrast to the myriad of stripes and orange all over me.

I bring my paws to my ears, pointy and fluffy. They were always alert, curious of every sound. It suited me well, I'd say. I bring my paw down to my muzzle. It was a standard muzzle, albeit a bit on the shorter side, and a bit wider, but not really too far from other muzzles, and definitely not humanoid in any way.

I turn around, examining my backside. It was . . . standard, I guess? My tail was fairly long, and fluffier than most, and I suppose you could call my butt nice, but I'm honestly not sure what made a butt sexy.

I move to my legs, not really noticing anything special other than my digitigrades paws, admiring the natural design of it. I liked how when I had turned into a Tiger class werebeast, I had gotten something like this. Back then, with the primitive procedure I took, there was a one in three billionth of a chance I'd have them. In a way, it was one thing I found special about me physically. But they were common ever since I've devised a much safer way to create werebeasts.

I let out a sigh and take one last look in the mirror. I was pretty average in the muscle area. I wasn't a twink, skinny, thick, or a tank. I was average. Whatever he, or anyone saw in me, I would never understand.

I take the thick blanket lying on the floor and throw it over the mirror, or was about to, at least, when I took one last look.

Maybe it was my eyes that I felt were out of place. They were an extremely dark brown, almost black as my pupils. They seemed like an empty void, every time I was alone. I shake my head, looking away and throwing the blanket over it.

I'm way too vain.

I'm way too selfish.

I walk to my closet, picking out a random shirt and pants. As it turned out, it was my favorite grey long sleeve, and a dark blue pair of jeans. I quickly put them on and walk into the living room, wondering what I should do until Hunter had gotten home.

Clink* Grind* Clank*

I turn my head to the door, hearing the old tumblers turn as someone from the other side turns the doorknob. I smile, glad that Hunter had gotten home early.

He swings the door open, letting out a loud sigh as he walks in. I smile wider as he walks through the door, his seven foot frame barely fitting through the smaller doorway. He hadn't always been this way, as in this tall. Then again, he could get taller, if he wanted. But that's another story.

"Hunter!" I scream out, running and jumping up into his arms, hugging him as hard as I could with my feet dangling in the air. "You got home early!"

"S-So did you, apparently!" he says, hugging me back. I nuzzle against my big wolf, loving his steel grey fur. I loved the color grey, much more than my own stripes. "When did you get back?"

I lean back, looking into his bright golden eyes. God, he was beautiful. No, handsome. No, sexy? No. Everything.

"I got back early in the morning, actually. I . . . I missed saying good morning to you today, I'm sorry." I say, gripping at his uniform. He had the standard police wear, all black of course. Honestly, the Bastion didn't require it anymore, at least not in central. We had the whole symbol system. But of course, he knew just how I liked my men. In uniform with a pair of handcuffs that are ready and raring to go.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, licking my nose lightly.

"Saying good morning to you!" I say, angrily, but at myself. "Every morning, no matter what, I always say good morning and good luck to you before you head out, personally . . . but I didn't today."

Honestly, it was what I was so upset about this morning. Enough to go onto a random stranger's rooftop.

"Ah, Dennis. You had to help Trenton and Jake, you have your responsibilities! Hell, when you first came back, you were so exhausted, I was really scared for you."

"Great, something else I did." I say, looking down guiltily.

"Dennis." he says firmly. I look up, seeing those chastising, stern eyes. "You can skip just once. Honestly . . . I was actually really happy this morning."

"Why's that?" I ask.

He pulls me closer, me still off the ground. I was only like five foot eleven, or something, after all. "You were sleeping in for once. Seeing you sleeping peacefully, safe and sound . . . it was really nice."

I blush, looking away. "You were looking at me while I was asleep? What a perv . . ."

He laughs, making me smile and lifting my heart a little. "I can't help it . . . you're beautiful." I blush. "While you're awake and lively . . ." my face burns. "While you're fast asleep in my arms . . ." I close my eyes, my whole body feeling warm. "And . . . even when it rains."

I hug him tightly, groaning as my whole body was just on fire. "Sh-Shut up!" I shouted into his neck fur. "Y-Y-You kn-know I c-c-ca-can't deal-l wi-with someth-thing like this!"

He chuckles, wrapping his arms tightly around me. "Same as ever. If I say something poetic, or even slightly romantic, you get all flustered."

"You know I'm sensitive . . ." I say, taking in his scent. As I said before, I was sensitive to him, like, really sensitive. His touch . . . his scent . . . his words. "You shouldn't take advantage of me like that . . ."

I look at him and notice that he was staring at me incredulously, as if saying "Really?"

I smile, knowing the irony in my statement. He smiles back, pecking me on the lips lightly. He puts me down, but I hang on for as long as possible. He was so warm . . . so nice. And touching him felt the same as touching him for the first time on that cold winter day . . . just electric.

"Hey Hunter?"

"Yeah, Dennis?"

"I love you." I say, looking up, searching those big golden pools of his.

"I love you." He says back, bringing us closer together, lips just inches away. It was a bit surreal. His muzzle was just a few moments away. I could feel his warm breath flowing across my own muzzle. His scent was overwhelming, it was so familiar, and exciting. How do I even explain just that? It was . . . earthy, and masculine. I suppose that the best way to describe it is . . . it's a kind scent, a dominating one too. It was horny, but it showed restraint. It was Hunter, in every sense of the word.

I close the distance between us, lips locking, muzzles turning, eyes closing, weird in-kiss-gasping, clinging onto each other as if they were the first and last moments together, and . . . just kissing. I felt myself instantly melt as I felt him lower me to the ground, his large paws running all over my body sensuously. I felt my own doing the same, paws trailing across his pecs, tweaking his nipples just for a bit of fun, but enjoying him moaning of course.

He tries to break the kiss, paws holding my shoulder and holding me firmly as he pulls away. But like hell if I'm gonna let him! I grab his face with my paws and drag him back into the kiss, coaxing his tongue out and into my mouth. If he was going to start something like that, I was sure as fuck gonna finish it.

Although I suppose that to him, it was just a kiss. But like I said, I'm sensitive to him.

He moans, his whole body shivering as my paws start running all over his body again, teasing at his hard abs, firm pecs, other miscellaneous muscles that I couldn't really name at the moment. Slowly, I lead him backwards, heading towards our room. Of course, when he started getting more into it, things got a lot more challenging.

I feel my knees violently shake as I feel his tongue tease my maw, almost like he was trying to stuff the large thing down my throat. I lose my balance ever so slightly, and he takes full advantage of this as he pushes me up against the door. I instinctively, place my arms straight down form my sides, claws scratching at the door as my whole body shakes form every nerve on my body lighting up brighter than New York all night.

"Mmrph, yerph grrnna brek da door von of thes dyys." He says, muffled heavily by my own muzzle. I smile, taking my hand from the door and feeling up his body again. He growls slightly, placing his paws high up on the door and dragging them down, creating deep gashes in the wood, much like the ones I had done.

I break the kiss, and he throws his head back and starts panting. "Some things never change." I say mischievously as I slowly scratch at his belly willing my right paw groped his dick through the rough fabric. "Not that I would want this to change."

I look down, licking my lips as I see his bulge, definitely obscene, and threatening to just tear through the fabric. I jerk him off through his pants, biting my lip hard as I listen to him grunt and moan. It took serious discipline on my part to keep myself from pushing him onto the floor, tearing his clothes off and using him as the best dildo in the world.

That was for later.

I open the door and lead him inside by his dick, panting and drooling profusely from the mere thought of being able to have him here tonight. I've been deprived of my wolfie for way too long. Almost an entire day!

I turn around back towards him and finally let go of his dick. I immediately pounce onto him, carefully, but still fairly urgently tearing off his clothes. First was the shirt form his uniform that came off pretty easily with my nimble fingers. Then the undershirt was next, which I was a bit reluctant to take off.

It was . . . warm. Like, really, really warm. That kind of warm you only get after your body's been heating it up for the longest time. I stop, just pressing myself against his barely clothes chest, purring at the warmth. He chuckles, stripping off my shirt, despite my protest. Seriously, though, so warm.

I finally pry myself off of him, quickly taking off his undershirt. I get to my knees, choosing not to keep him waiting anymore. I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and slip them down his well-muscled legs, tongue lolling out as I saw the treasures that was behind the piece of fabric. His boxer briefs, solid black against his silvery grey fur, doing little to nothing to show just how big Hunter was. And believe me, it's behemoth.

I slowly peel down the tight underwear, loudly moaning (uncontrollably, yes, I was that weak willed) as I saw his rage red cock, sticky pre-cum soaking his entire front.

I look up and grin. "Did you miss me that much?" I ask.

"Sh-Shut up." He says, glancing away cutely as his ears turn red.

"Aww, poor wolfie. Looks like you've got a bad case of blue balls." I say, gripping his fourteen inch goliath of a cock, not even able to grip my hand around it. "Don't worry, I'll help you with that." I lean closer pressing his burning hot cock against my cheek as I look up. He groans, pre spurting out so much that you might think was was cumming. "Even if I have to milk you dry."

He groans, humping and thrusting wildly for just a few seconds as he tries to regain his composure. He's funny if he think I'll let him. I suck lightly on his sensitive knot at the base of his cock, my smooth paw pads stroking his length as best as I could, and massaging his balls that seemed ready to burst. I drag my rough tongue up his length, shivering as I tasted his musky pre that seemed to stain his dick. In seconds, my tongue was coated in the salty substance, thick and rich in my maw. I reach the head of his gigantic cock, admiring it for a moment before a spurt of pre hit my face, making me shiver, my dick throbbing with arousal. God, I can barely keep myself from cumming.

I open my maw wide, stuffing as much cock as my muzzle could take. And with five years of practice, it was definitely getting easier to take it all in. Relatively speaking. I slip his tapered head into my mouth, savoring his thick pre. Before I knew it, I had the first few inches in me, Hunter shaking and try his best to not fuck my skull into the floor (he had done that before). The first thing that registers is that it's hot, almost dizzyingly so. Then everything else hits me like a sensory dump truck. The smooth feel of his cock, the main of it slowly stretching my jaw further and further as I slide down inch after inch, the rich, salty, musky flavors rolling over my tongue and shooting down my throat as pre, and the sheer ecstasy of just knowing how I'm making him feel so good right now.

I feel it slip into my throat, my gag reflex long since basically crushed. I moan as I feel his length go deeper and deeper into me, Hunter helping the process by gripping my head with his big paws and roughly forcing me deeper onto him. God, I loved it when he did that. I tease along his shaft with my rough, feline tongue, fangs nibbling it just how he likes it. He says it gives him a sense of danger, which I could understand. I swallow him down, making him groan as my throat muscles convulse along every inch of cock that he was trying to fit inside me.

He finally sinks in deep enough for his knot to kiss my lips. He groans, throwing his head back as he roughly thrusts in and out a few times, savoring the hot wet hole his cock was currently stuffed in.

I massage his balls and bob my head, slowly and carefully teasing all those small sensitive spots on his cock. He moans, gripping my head, but letting me control the motions.

"N-Not gonna l-last." He says, in this low, growling voice. I shiver, sucking on him harder, determined to milk him of every last drop he had to offer. "F-Fuck!"

He grips my head firmly and starts thrusting in and out wildly. I struggle to keep up, but I do my best in my position. Which is on my knees, with a fourteen inch fucking behemoth cock shoved down my throat. I take both hands and squeeze his knot, which was maybe the size of a grapefruit, or larger. I don't know fruit, but I do know how he loves feeling his knot being squeezed. A canine, thing, I guess.

I opens his maw and lets out a feral roar as I squeeze down on it, massaging it rhythmically as he continues to slam his cock down my esophagus. He hilts in as deep as he can without physically harming me, meaning I sadly couldn't take his knot. I feel his cock throbbing hotly in me, dumping what felt like a gallon of virile wolf seed into my stomach. I moan, feeling my own cock throb and beg for release like my mate's, but I hold off for now. After all, the best part is coming soon.

I slowly pull off, tongue dragging across his length and making him howl this time as he continues to cum. Instantly, cum fills my mouth, and I try my best to swallow every last drop with every pulse his cock gave me. Soon, I pull his dick out of me, closing my eyes and aiming his still cumming cock directly at me, allowing the last few spurts of cum to cover me. The feel of his hot cum rolling over my face and fur, the sweet, salty, musky, bitter taste of it as it had liberally soaked my maw, the sight of his body convulsing in orgasmic pleasure that I had brought onto him . . . gaahh~

I open my maw wide and let my tongue loll out and eyes roll back as I feel my cock throb and shoot out its own load, pitiful in comparison. But according to Hunter, extremely sweet.

We both calm down, looking at each other hungrily. Yeah, something like this wasn't even warm up. I quickly stand up, tail excitedly thrashing about as I push him onto the bed, the large frame creaking under his sheer weight. He sits up, tail wagging, panting, and a wide smile smeared across his face.

"Hmm, I think that was a good start for our night . . . but let's take this a bit further." I say, climbing on the bed and straddling his lap. I take his paws into my own and raise them a bit higher, pressing them against the bed frame. I keep his eyes locked into mine, heart beating a mile a minute.

Clink*

"C-Clink?" Hunter says, nervously looking at his wrists, which were now over his head, handcuffed to the rather large bedframe. "D-Dennis?"

"Hey, I told you, didn't I?" I say evilly. "I'm gonna milk you dry."

I get off of him, walking to the dresser in our room, making sure he had a nice view of my ass. I didn't see the appeal, but apparently he did. I could hear him whine, and it took all I had to keep myself from just jumping on him and stuffing that cock into me.

I open the dresser and pull out a few items I thought would be nice for this occasion. "Hey, Hunter, when's the last time you ate?"

"A-At the station . . . before I left to come home." He says, nervously.

"Ah, perfect." I say, turning around and showing him what I had. Two bottle with pills in them, for two extremely different things. "You know, Hunter, it's so hard to test new medicines, being so busy. But I still aspire to be a scientist. I always make some time, despite my many responsibilities. But I've been slacking off, lately." I start to drool at the very idea of what I was going to do. "You think you can help me try out these pills? They're pretty safe, don't worry."

"C-Can you at least tell me what they do?" he asks, almost pitifully.

"Now, now, I can't tell you, with the placebo effect and all." I say, popping both open and taking out one pill form each. One orange, the other blue. "But you'll know what it does pretty fast."

I pause for a second, relishing the sight of my mate so exposed. I might as well let my eyes violate him first. Gonna do it to him every other way in a minute. Of course, he could say the exact same thing about me, even if he's in that position.

I look him over, hungrily taking in every detail possible about my Love. His seven foot frame was fairly comfortable on the overly large bed. He had what you would call the standard grey fur, but I loved grey. Hell, who am I kidding, he's the reason I love the color grey so much. He had the softest fur, too. It was all floofy and soft, but pretty strong too. No matter how many times I pull, grip, and tug, it never breaks. Then there was the muscles. Mmmm, the muscles.

I remember in my high school days I would sexually harass my friends just to examine their physical structure, but ever since I've had such a great specimen . . . well let's say I've examined him a lot more than once. His muscles were perfect, each defined and fully proportional to his frame, none sticking out obscenely. A body that didn't come from the gym, but a grueling job that demanded heavy physical activity and training day in and day out.

Then there was the tattoo! Well, kinda tattoo. It had formed naturally on his fur, which was also when he grew seven feet tall. His dick only grew three inches, though. Luckily, that meant I didn't have to stretch much further. Kinda . . .

Right, his tattoo. It was a tribal type of tattoo, golden streaks streaming in esoteric patterns and cryptic symbols that looked so ancient, yet . . . so alien. They spread out from a circle on his chest, that had an image of a crown in it, and I knew they also spread out from the nape of his neck, where there was a small bubble, and in it Vernola in extremely precise details. But then there was the last circle, on his left pectoral, right over his heart.

In it was a heart, with a large, intricate X over it, resembling more of a scar than the letter. And unlike the rest of the images, the X had been black, and the heart had been gold, with orange stripes. I placed my hand over my own heart, as if assuring that it was still there.

But I quickly get back to the task at hand. I think I've made him wait long enough.

"Now . . . say ahh." I say.

I take one of his nipples between my fingers and twist hard.

"Ah~!" he moans. I plop the orange pill into his mouth, and he instinctively swallows. "D-Dennis!"

"What? It's not like I haven't done something like this before." I say, swallowing the blue pill.

I feel a shiver run down my spine, then I don't feel much at all. I look over to Hunter, who was panting and sweating now, hips thrusting into the air and pre liberally spilling out of him. "D-Dennis!" he moans out, eyes clouding from the mind numbing horniness he must have been experiencing.

There were two main things about our relationship. He was strong, especially mentally. He would rarely give into his primal urges, when not necessary. I, on the other hand, was extremely sexual, and barely repressed it. I was faithful, I always will be! But I can get into pretty much any kink that doesn't have to do with mental torture or death in the end. To make it worse, I had an extremely sensitive body. Hell, if I tried to take in his dick, I'm pretty sure I would be cumming non-stop!

That's why I took a nullifier pill. It desensitizes me, temporarily. It's not like I couldn't feel anything, I could just last longer.

On the other hand, I gave him a pill created from an aphrodisiac found on Vernola. The special "Incubus Blossom". Guaranteed to boost arousal, sensitivity, and production rates. Not to be confused with the "Succubus Blossom" which . . . is something totally different. It's for another time.

I start panting while watching him, loving the sight of this. The perfect description of me right now would be a power bottom. I love making Hunter cum his brains out. Just knowing that he wanted to plow my ass every time he sees me is enough for me to just completely lose it. Bringing someone else into pure ecstasy . . . oh, gawd, was there anything better?

I climb onto him, having some difficulty as he was still trying to hump the air. "D-Dennis! Please, I need you." He moans out, leaning out as far as he could.

"Hehee, don't worry, love. I'll make sure to take great care of you." I say as I straddle him again, aligning his cock with my tail hole. He freezes, body shaking as he feels the heat of my tail hole on the tip of his cock. I smile deviously, wondering just how many times I could get him to cum tonight.

I slowly impale myself on his colossal, throbbing, dick, letting out a scream of ecstasy as I feel himself quickly stretch me, his molten hot pre shooting deep into me and lubing me up. D-Damn it, gonna have to increase the concentration of the nullifier. I slow down, feeling my tail hole stretched wide around his cock. And it was only the first four inches too.

Hunter groans and growls, right before howling and thrusting straight up into me, fully hilting all fourteen gargantuan inches of cock into an extremely surprised tiger. I scream out, pain and pleasure fighting against one another before ultimately making out and fucking each other too.

Oh, god, I can't even think of any good metaphors! "Ghh, H-Hunter . . ." I groans out, cum spraying out of my dick as it was basically forced out by his throbbing prick pulverizing my prostate. I clench down and drag myself up all the way to the tip of his cock, before slamming down with enough force to rearrange a few of my intestines. "Gaaaaah!~"

He growls, thrusting wildly as I start riding him like a fucking rodeo. I grip his fur as my cock throbs, cum bursting out of the head as my body is flooded with pure ecstasy. Damn it, I thought the nullifiers would help, even if only a little!

I slam down on his cock, desperate to get that huge fucking knot into me, wanting him as deep in me as physically possible. He growls, thrusting in hard and sinking in a quarter of his knot, pre-cum squirting out obscenely as it was quickly filling me up.

I grab his head with my paws and bring him into a kiss as I scream in pleasure as he manages to make me cum yet again, me furiously riding him as he slams his cock into me, meeting me halfway. His knot sinks further into me, stretching me beyond the logical physical limits of even werebeasts, but I want more, I want it all, I need it all!

I break the kiss and throw my head back as he manages to slam deep enough to hit my second prostate gland. I open my maw, drool running down my face as I silently scream in the highest bliss possible as he manages to get the mysterious "second prostate" werebeasts are known for.

He roars, bites my neck, and thrusts in with his herculean strength, even without his arms.

Shlurp*

My whole body lights up, every nerve feeling like it was cumming as I feel his knot sink deep into me, his cock locked deep inside of me. He bites down, managing to crack my collar bone, not that I gave a shit. Any pain that was present, or ever could be present, only managed to heighten my ecstasy as my cock literally just seemed to piss out cum.

Then he starts to cum.

I scream out, gripping onto him as I finally find my voice. I could feel it, every hard blast of hot, virile cum that I knew was reserved solely for me. It quickly fills my tail hole up, running up into my stomach and making it distend obscenely as his cock demolishes my prostates. The rest of the cum escaped through my stretched out tail hole, not even his gargantuan knot being able to completely stop the flood from leaking out.

We both sit there, panting like ferals, dizzy from our respective ordeals. I glance down at Hunter, who had the dumbest smile on his face, my favorite one. I squeeze down on his knot, making him groans and shoot a few more cups of cum out into me.

"Okay, that was a pretty good warm-up." I say, licking a bit of my cum off his muzzle. "Now let's see if I can break the 'Cum Count' record. What's my high score again?"

"T-Ten times in a night, before both of us falling unconscious." Hunter says, already slightly humping up into me. I try my best to ignore it, but he was rubbing me all the right ways.

I groan. "Damn, why'd I have to set my record so high?" I quickly pull out a hidden key that went to his handcuffs, deftly un-cuffing my wolf. Immediately, we both flip over, and he starts humping me wildly. I groan out, pulling him down by the scruff so that our faces were inches apart. "O-Oh well. Rules were made to be broken," Groan* "and r-records a-a-a~re meant to be d . . . d! Demolished~!"

Splurt*

Roar*

Crash*

HumpX100*

* * * *

I take a sip from my morning tea, earl grey. Always has been my favorite. I look to Hunter, who was still sleeping in bed, a bed that was currently soaked in cum. Mostly his. I look around, admiring how the walls were now painted with streaks of white. Too bad I only made it to eight before I passed out.

Stupid sensory overload.

Then again, I couldn't really say that Hunter was fully conscious during the eighth round.

If it was any consolation, a personal skill of mine had fixed up my collar bone nicely.

I stand up, walking to the window and opening it. It was barely morning, the sun breaking through the glorious night, and ushering in a new day.

I look out to Vernola. "Hold your breath . . ." I think of everyone I met. "Make a wish . . ." I place a hand over my heart, the only place on my creamy chest with stripes. A ragged X that resembled a scar more than the normal streaks of black. "Count to three . . ."

"Come with me, And you'll see"

"A world of my imagination~"

"Take a look"

"And you'll be in . . ."

"A World of my creation~"

"We'll begin, with a spin"

"Traveling in the world of my creation~"

"What we'll see . . . will defy-"

"Explana~tion~,"

I turn around and smile, loving to here Hunter sing. He used to be in choir, as I recall. That's right, the first time I met him, on that freezing winter day.

He stands up and walks over to me. I turn around and look back towards the rising sun. I see him in the reflection, that warm smile of his making me feel instantly content.

He leans up behind me, pressing his front against my back.

His chiseled chest,

His abs,

His gargantuan and cum-slick cock,

Right up against me. I smile widely, loving the contact.

I lean back into him, and he wraps his arms around me. We both stare out the window, enjoying the sun rise. It was a brilliant transition, the dark blue sky, lit by the thousand little lanterns in the sky called stars and the moon, all given a reprieve by the bright sun.

I notice my reflection in the glass, becoming ever more prominent. I frown.

Maybe that's what I found so off about me.

I'd never be like the stars in the sky, or the moon. I'd never be a bright sun that nurtured all the living things in this great world. No, I could only be what I was, and that was defined in my eyes. Deep down, my soul was a black pit of oblivion, only capable of sucking everything up, taking from others selfishly, and even accomplishing so called "just" goals for personal satisfaction.

Maybe that was what I truly was, and I just didn't want to accept that, and I-

Hunter smacks me on the forehead suddenly, not saying a word. I rub it a bit before turning around. He has this look on his face that just shouted out "don't make me hurt you for hurting yourself". I smile, realizing my stupidity. Thinking about those things about myself wouldn't help anyone.

Rather . . . they'd definitely hurt Hunter. It would mean that the second chance at life we gave each other was meaningless, and that the love I held for him was some false reality I conjured up.

I turn around and let out a deep sigh, ignoring my reflection. Hell, even if it were true, I could change it. After all . . . I had Hunter here with me.

I turn around in his embrace, looking straight into his eyes. I smile, standing on the tips of my toes, hands on his chest.

We kiss. Not hurriedly, not lustily, not sickly passionately, but a strong kiss nonetheless. It was a kiss that only we had, because it spoke nine hundred seventy four trillion, seven hundred eighty nine billion, four hundred ninety three million, fifty seven thousand, six hundred and twenty four words exactly. Our first kiss, our next kiss, and our last kiss, all wrapped up in a pretty bow.

"Good morning"