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I stared blankly at the empty page, candle flame flicking about, quill in paw. I was completely stumped. I just couldn't think of anything to write about. Sighing, I dropped my pen onto the desk and sat back. This was stressing me out; I was in a writing mood but my mind just couldn't come up with some ideas. Fuck. . .

I took a sip of mulled ale, letting the taste linger on my tongue before swallowing it. Well, this sucks. Some inspiring writer I'm supposed to be if I can't even think of one good story to write about. So many books I've read; so many I've analyzed on the flow of words, the context behind the overall story. I know it seems stupid to do all this research and understand the meaning of my books. But I want to know what made these books so successful and I wanted to prove myself as well, that I can write just as good as everyone else.

Taking another sip of my drink, I set the withered cup down and got back to thinking of an idea for a story. But nothing came to mind, only empty thoughts. God my brain can be so useless.

I looked around my room in search of some inspiration but found none. Across from my desk laid my bed, the sheets hanging loosely over the edge, unkempt. The sheets were a dark--almost crimson--red with gold trimming around them, and banisters of my family's crest draped down the wood pillars that held the top. Next to my bed was my bookshelf filled with varies book. Some were fictional, others were maps of the kingdom, but most of them were romance novels from some of the most famous authors to this year. At the end of my room was my dresser, and a washing station.

Thinking back to the fun times I've had with brother in my room made me smile. I remember playing hide and seek in here by either hiding under my bed or behind my dresser or the velvet curtains that covered my window. Over in the far left corner I used to have a big chest filled with assort of toys that we spent most of our time playing with, and the time I got in trouble from cutting a section of my curtain to turn it into a cloak. In turn of that made my think of the time I ruined the stone walls by drawing on them with colored powers and paints.

Some many fond memories I had in here. It was such a bright cheerful place as a cub, but now that I'm older my room doesn't seem so joyful and happy anymore. It was just a room for me, that's all. A place I could come to if I wanted to be alone.

The once vivid, colorful walls were a worn gray because of the pacing time. My curtains had dulled in color, and the wood of my bed had been replaced because it had begun to rot. My bedroom had changed so much from once a young cub's room to now a young adult's room.

But still . . . it was my own little sanctuary. And if I looked out the window, I got an amazing view of the kingdom, and of a forest that lay beyond the village.

I can't sit here anymore if I can't be productive, so I got up and left my room into a giant corridor that led down to the ball room. To my left, further down a hall was my brother's room and, the King and Queen's chamber, my parents.

A maid passed by me, smiling. "Your highness," she said.

I smiled back and said, "My brother's the highness, I'm just . . . me."

"Of course you are." She bowed her head, her smile spread further on her muzzle, tail lolling under her gown. "But you are also the prince too. You have just as a right to the thrown as your brother does."

She leaned in close to my ear. "I personally think you would make a great king and deserve to be King of Aragaurd."

"Thank you Aurora," I said.

The old sergal perched her back against the wall, arms crossed; she had a pleasant smile and her eyes glowed with loving warmth. "How's the writing coming along?" she asked.

I groaned. "Horrible. With so many books I've read, I've yet to come up with my own ideas," I said.

Her brows furrowed, face content, rubbing her muzzle. "Well, maybe you're looking for inspiration in the wrong place. Instead of sitting in your room, go out and look for something, pay attention what others are doing. Good authors don't just get inspired by merely coming up with idea's, they find it in the things they do, the places they go, with the people they meet or interact with."

In that instant an idea did come to me; I'd take her advice and go out and see what I can find.

"Think I might just do that." I smiled.

"You should. I may be an old, decrepit woman, but I do know a thing or two from my many years. You know . . ." she started to say, "I used to be a warrior, as absurd as it was in my youth and I was good at it too. That's why your mother and father hired me to be you and your brother's maid. So I could protect you if trouble arose. You boys were in good hands."

I nodded. That was something I did not know about, I mean, I knew that if anything happened we had nothing to worry about if we were with Aurora.

"How long were you in service?" I asked. This knew found information, peeked my interest.

Aurora's eyebrows pulled further down. "Hmm, well . . . about 32 years," she said. "I enlisted once I turned 19, though my father wasn't too happy about it. See . . . my father himself was a soldier for 20 years. But he soon retired 4 years after I was born. Once I turned 12 he started taking me out hunting with him, teaching me how to use a bow. I was very good with the bow, but even better with close combat with a sword or my fists. He taught me all he knew, and for that I'm grateful. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have had the position as I do now as your guard." Her eyes started to tear up, most likely because of her thinking about her late father. She wiped her eyes with the back of her paw and then her ears perked back up.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice quivering with emotions, and her scent was laced with sadness.

I put my paw on her shoulder and said, "Its ok. I miss my grandmother; she was always a cheerful eccentric old bat, but I loved her for that. You kind of remind me of her, that joy she had with her whenever she was with my brother and I." I reached out and wiped a falling tear away.

"Anyway," I said. "I'm about to go out for a bit, maybe get a drink. You should go to bed and get a good night's rest. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and bid me a good night.

I bowed my head and headed down the hall to the castles entrance. Aurora was always my favorite maid, even when I was a cub. She always looked out for me and took care of me, not that my mother didn't do the same. Sometimes--much to my parent's displeasure--the elder sergal would take me into town to walk around or see the carnival or entertainment when they were in town. I had such fond memories of Aurora.

Following down the hall I caught the sight of my reflection in a mirror. I smiled at myself, seeing a row of sharp canine teeth. My purple fur melted into my white fur in swirls. Intricate patterns wrapped around my neck and my white furred muzzle, then down to my chest ruff and disappeared under shirt. Gray (almost silver) eyes stared at me with excitement. The eyes looked up to my white tipped ears, down to my white flannel shirt with my plum hued vest that hugged my chest tightly. I had on a silver ring on my left paw, and black leather cuffs around my wrist, as well as a black cord that held my triquetra pendant. I smiled again and ambled down the hall.

Once I made it into town, I headed for a tavern that was located in the center of town. Passing several homes and shops, I said hello to the few sergals about doing they're business. All seemed pretty quite tonight. Looking up, I saw the moon was big and full in the center of the starlight sky. Indeed it was a peacefully summer night.

Everybody was out celebrating the Summer Solstice; the village was packed with sergals dancing, laughing and drinking to the yearly celebration. The Summer Solstice last for three days, and the night of the last day everybody who can comes up to the castle for a giant ball we host.

Against a tree that leaned against the tavern was my best friend, Mason, apple in his paw. He smiled and waved when he saw me and started walking forward. Mason was adorned with a white flannel shirt, brown leather ankle cuffs, and green vest with gold trim sown into it, and clad in black drawstring pants. His silver earring hung low, the pendant of my crest, as well as one ring on his left paw and two on his right paw, and when his tail swung past I could see a silver tail ring.

"Good evening, isn't it Ceil?" he said, arm hooked around my, walking with me with goofy wide steps.

"Indeed it is," I agreed.

"Definably a night to celebrate the annual solstice," Mason stated. He took one more bite out of his apple and then threw it over his shoulder. The apple hit the ground with soft thud.

Once we entered the tavern, my nose was swamped with the scent of mulled wines and brewed ales, roasted pork and steamed vegetables. We wrestled our way through the drunken crowd and took a seat at the bar. "Hello Bernard," I greeted the bartender as he passed.

"Hello boys," he smiled. "So, what will it be for tonight?"

I pulled out two coins and said, "The usual."

He looked at the coins between my fingers, frowning. "Please your highness. You do not need to pay. You're drinks are on the house."

I reached into my coin pouch and pulled out to more coins and handed them to him. "I know. But I don't mind, and plus, I put two extra as a tip."

"Bless you." He bowed and hurried off to get our drinks.

In two minutes tops, Bernard set two glasses down. Mason had order an sweet honeydew ale, nursing it in his paw. I took a whiff of mine and the harsh scent of my spiced apple ale tickled my sensitive nose. Unlike my friend I took a good gulp of mine before setting it down.

I stared down at my drink, listening to the festive cheers around me, taking it all in.

"Ceil!" Mason shouted. "Why do you look so down?" He slapped his paw on my back rather hard, laughing.

I looked up from my cup. "Hmm?" I asked. "Oh, I was just thinking that's all."

"Well it must be damn important. Looks like you're about to shit yourself," he chuckled.

My tail swiped against the floor, then curled around one of the stool legs. "Yeah, I guess," I muttered. I looked at my friend and smiled, ears perked. "It's nothing to worry about, trust me."

A hard pat to my shoulder made me wince as it left a stinging sensation. Why was he hitting me so damn hard? "If you say so," he said. "Just know you can talk to be if you need to. My door is always upon."

I smiled. "Will do."

After I had downed my second ale, I ordered one of the pastries the bartender's wife makes in the back. It was sweet dough like bread sprinkle stuffed with cinnamon caramelized apples. The taste rolled around on my tongue, making my maw tingle. The apples had a fresh flavor to them, and the rich texture of the cinnamon bread made me shiver, and a goblet of the owners hand brewed berry wine topped it off.

Mason and I drank more, laughed, and before long I was drunk off my ass.

"How's the highness?" Mason asked me. "Good I pop." He hiccupped and then giggled fiercely. This made me giggle as well, and poked him for teasing me.

He sighed soberly. "But seriously, how've you been? We haven't really been able to talk in a while."

My ears swiveled toward him. "I've been good. Just been busy with things going on around the castle, learning the aspects of what it means to be a proper king and all. As well as getting ready for the grand ball tomorrow night. But I don't know if I want to be king; my heart wouldn't be in it. I want to be a great writer like those before our time. Personally, Vance would make a greater king than I. Father knows how I feel, but believes it is something I ought to know when the time came and if I were to inherit the thrown. Though Aurora thinks I would make a good king." The berry ale stung my tongue as I took another gulp, over powering my maw with its taste.

Mason stared forward and nodded. "Good," he said. What did he mean by that?

"You should listen to your maid. She is a wise woman and knows what she's talking about, as well as your father. You know what I mean?" he asked, looking at me, eyes bearing into mine.

I nodded.

His lips pulled up into a genuine smile, a muzzle full of teeth. "I think you should listen and follow your heart, no matter that your head says. Only you know what you want, not anyone else. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He had placed his paw on my chest, where my heart is when he said this. His paw tapped my chest and then tapped my nose. "Silly."

I stared at him, dumbfounded by the words he said, my head reeling a little. His words were so insightful and true. Only I know what I want, not no one else.

I adverted my eyes, and whispered, "Thank you," under my breather.

The sergal's arm swung around and rested on my shoulder. His arm felt like fire against my back. "Anytime my friend," he grinned.

A smile spread across my own muzzle. "So," I said. "Who are you going to take to the ball?"

His brows pulled up, pondering. "I don't really know," he said. "But I got an idea or two of who to bring."

"Oh? Pray tell."

"No, no. I'm not telling you who it might be. That my friend is a secret."

"Why?"

"Because it's a surprise," he said. I hate it when he keeps secrets from me; it annoyed me to no extent.

I glared at him. "Fine," I grumbled.

My nose stung when my friend flicked it. "Silly sergal," Mason taunted.

I shook my head, smiling, tail wagging. Good old Mason; always teasing me.

"What about you?" he stared at me, ears flicking.

I sat there and thought about it. "I honestly don't know. I might take Liana with me. She doesn't have a date, and she and I are good friend and have know each other for a long time. I doubt she'd mind if I asked her."

"Ah," he beamed. "You fancy her don't know?"

A growl started to work its way up my throat. "Knock it off . . . !" Sometimes as good of a friend he is, he can take things too far.

Silver eyes burned into my own, his growl matching mine, but fiercer. This made me reel back, my body shivering out of shock and surprise. There was something in them, something that scared me. But I couldn't place what it has that I should be scared about. All I knew was his eyes and completion made my tail quiver.

Finally Mason looked away and sighed. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice ebbed with sincerity. "It's just that . . ."--he paused, unsure of how to phrase it--"I'm a bit restless, that's all."

I nodded and stared back into my cup. What was the matter? Why was my friend being so . . . odd tonight? This made me worry about him. Breathing in though my nose, I got a flood of scents--mostly of alcohol, and the musky scent of aroused men. Distinct scents rolled off my friend: excitement, worry, anxiousness, relief.

"Bernard," he said. "Can I get another glass of ale for Ceil here?"

When Bernard placed the glass near Mason, the sergal slid the it over to me and smiled. "We should not be fighting, we should be celebrating!" To prove his point he polished of his fourth glass and slammed his onto the table, wiping the back of his paw against his red stained muzzle, and ordered another drink. We clinked ours cups together and downed them.

After some time had pass my friend asked, "Hey Ceil, I'm going to head home, it's getting pretty late"

It took me awhile to think about what he said and then process the answer. "Ok matie, have a good n-n-night and see youuuuuu tomorrow for brek_feast_." I slurred. A giggle fit started to bubble out of my muzzle.

Mason drank the rest of his ale and then wished me a goodnight.

I watched as the sergal stalked out of the tavern, finding it odd as he made it through the crowd with ease without bumping into a single person. He had near as much as I did. I know that if I walked out I'd have hit every person in the room in a drunken stumble.

It was about a good hour before I decided to leave; when I was sure I wasn't as drunk as before. I just kept walking forward until I was out of the tavern, heading toward where I thought the castle was, and before I knew it I was deep in the woods. Shit.

Nothing looked familiar to me, not in this state. But on I kept going until I got to a small pound. The moon reflected a pool of light against the water, giving it a sort of mystic glow. It was beautiful, and I smiled when I dipped my foot into the water which caused it to ripple.

Collapsing by the pound, I just sat there, then cupped my paws into the water and took a sip to see if it would clear my hazy mind. The water tasted fresh and sweet, making me take another sip. Shit was I tired, but I was too drunk to find my way back the castle so I sat there and stared at the pound. Soon I decided the lay down and close my eyes, letting my fingertips gently break the water's surface.

It was such a calm night. The wind blew a hot breath against my face, making the tree's sway, and the air smelt strongly of sweet flowers and freshly burned bark. The sky was clear of clouds and dusted with stars; the moon was big, bright, and full in the sky. Birds could be heard chirping a peaceful melody, and the sound of insect's awake filled the night air.

Sighing happily, I pulled my paw from the pound and rest my head against my paws, staring up at the beautiful sky. I could just lay here forever and take in the nightly sounds. It's nights like this one that I look forward to after long bitter, dull winter nights. Everything was just livelier during the summer time.

I must have dozed off because soon I was awakened by the sound of a snapped swig. I rushed up quickly, making my head throb painfully. "Who's there?" I asked. But all that was met were the sounds of insects, chirping birds and the wind howling.

No . . . wait. That wasn't the wind . . . it couldn't have been. The sound was organic, more animalistic.

Another branch snapped, making me jump to my feet. "I mean it," I shouted, my voice and body shaking. "Who is out there? I'm not playing games."

There was another howl into the night, this time it was closer. A deep growl sounded behind me. I turned around and saw a pair of yellow eyes staring at me. I gasped, and the growl deepened as I could hear the creature breathing in and out.

Move, damn you! I commanded to my feet, but they wouldn't budge. I was frozen with fear.

I could see a dark figure moving about the shrubs of the forest. It was slow and predatory. The creature slinked against the shadows with grace--it was sort of beautiful.

Another growl rippled from the creature, breaking the silence. It stopped and faced forward, and in the blink of an eye it sprang at me.

I dodged and ran as fast as my legs could take me, anything to get me away from the monster. My feet stumbled and I fell, quickly picking myself back up and pushed forward. Sharp branches scrapped against my skin, leaving small cuts as I continued running. But soon I sensed that the creature wasn't far behind and was gaining fast speeds to catch up to me.

The sound of its paws crunching the forest underbrush drew near, making my heart jump out of my chest. Was this how I was going to die? Torn to pieces by some creature? The closer the animal got the more my pulse sped up. It was hot on my tail, and if I didn't ditch it I was going to end up as its lunch.

So to throw it off my trail, I took a sharp turn left, and then a couple more turns to lose it. After about five minutes of running, I stopped at a break in the tree lines near an open pasture. My back hit the tree hard as I leaned against it, trying to each my breath.

My heart pounded, echoing in my ears, and my mind reeled with fear. Forcing my body to calm was not an easy task, but my heart beat softened enough for me to listen for any signs of pursuit. Besides the ringing in my ears, the night seemed calm and quite again, as if nothing had happened.

I waited an extra five minutes to make sure I was in the clear before I dropped to my knees and crawled out into the opening. My arms and knees gave out under me and I collapsed onto the soft grass. I pulled my legs up close to my chest, curling my tail close to me, and squeezed my eyes shut, anything to drown out the world around me. The ringing in my ears stopped and my frazzled nerves calmed down. A gentle, warm wind spread across the clearing, ruffling my bristling fur.

Shit . . . What the fuck was that? Nothing my mind told me. It must have been all in my head. In my drunk state I must have thought up that . . . whatever it was.

When I had calmed down enough, I sat up. My muzzle pointed to the ground and my eyes were still closed shut. Silly brain I thought, trying to scare the absolute shit out of me to get me up and going.

Oh god . . . this would be an interesting story to tell Mason. He'd probably laugh hard at me and tell me I'm an idiot. The thought made me smile and then sigh as I thought of how my friend had snapped at me in the tavern. It worried me that he was acting so strange, but come to think of if he's been acting weird for a couple months now. How the once clumsy sergal he was to a more balanced sergal now, his movements almost seemed to have a gracefulness to them.

I pushed out those thoughts for now, not being a good time to worry about him. I had to figure out how I was getting back. These parts of the woods were unfamiliar to me. I've never been out this far in the forest.

Whatever, I'll have to figure this out when I sober up a bit.

I took in slow breaths and relaxed some. What could possibly happen out here?

Out of nowhere a dark silhouette snuck up from behind me, and before I knew it a pair of strong arms grabbed me and slammed me into a tree. That knocked the wind out of me, my head feeling fuzzy. My body quivered with absolute terror. I was going to die, I knew it.

I could feel the creatures eyes bare into my back, and then it came closer, pressing its giant body against my own. Its breath felt hot against my fur, making my shiver. Its long wet tongue licked against the back of my neck and it pressed its muzzle against my neck, and took in a long sniff.

What came out of the creatures muzzle was a deep, gruff groan. The thing the shocked me the most was that I think it was smirking, taunting me about my situation.

His tongue--from what I could tell from his masculine scent--went back to bathing my neck, while I felt one of his claws trail down my back. He tore my shirt and vest to shreds, leaving my torso bare. One paw held tightly onto my arms while the other reached around and roamed my chest, stopping at my waist.

Oh God . . .

Long fingers intertwined with my draw string, pulling it off, and before I knew it my pants had been ripped off. That free paw then ran down my back, his claws lightly scrapping my skin, before it rested at the base of my tail. He paused before it continued down my tail, stroking back up.

He drew near, and I could feel something wet and hard press under my tail. I knew exactly what he was about to do, and for some reason that excited me, causing my sheath to swell. Once he started grinding against my tail, my sheath sparked with fire, my tip started to emerge and soon after that I was almost half way out of my furry pouch. My tip oozed pre, cock now out full and proud.

He turned me around and gently mashed his lips against min; his paw wrapped around my throbbing shaft, squeezing my sheath.

I moaned into his muzzle; my tongue started to wrestle against his own. It wasn't until I opened my eyes that I actually got a good look at him. My heart jolted when I stared at the large wolf caressing my loins. He was a tall, his gold eyes glowing in the moonlight with lust. My eyes trailed down his lean, built body. His muscles were framed under his fur; his abs and muscles were well formed. The more I drank in the sight of the wolf, the more I wanted him. When I got down to his sheath, I gasped. Bulging from his massive sheath was his massive cock, and his equally large knot throbbed in front of me.

He was gorgeous.

Absentmindedly, my paw reached out and wrapped around his warm shaft and started stroking it. My finger tip run up to tip tapered tip, then slid down to his swelling knot.

He closed his eyes and panted, tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle. "Mmm," he moaned.

I reeled back a little from shock. "You-you-you can talk . . .?" I stuttered.

The wolf grinned. "Oh, that and much more," he said. He pressed against me tightly again and kissed me, but more passionately. His paw went from thumbing my tip to cupping my sack, weighing them in his hefty paw. This caused me to leak even more.

"From the looks of it," he said. "Someone is enjoying this a little too much." He went back to pawing my shaft, squeezing my tip tightly. I yipped loudly and pulled myself to the ground taking in the sight of his shaft. My tongue ran along the side of his shaft, bathing it before I wrapped my lips around his tip, taking him into my muzzle. I started up a good rhythm, bobbing my head up and down. I switched from lapping at his tip and squeezing his knot--damn, was this getting my hot and leaking pre like a fucking fountain. I working his muzzle in and out of his shaft, and occasionally I would play around with his balls.

He seemed to really be enjoying this because he placed my paw on my head and thrust his hips into and my muzzle. I got a nose full of his strong musky scent; it was so arousing and enticing, driving me crazy. I wanted him, and I want him now.

He must have sensed this because he said, "Whoa. Keep that up and you'll make me blow my load a little fast."

Leaning in closer he whispered in my ear. "And I've got a much better place to put it in." He grinned at me devilishly.

I blushed hard under my fur, and my shaft throbbed at the thought.

His lips pressed against my own while his paw softly stroked the side of my muzzle, claws brushing against my skin. His eyes stared into mine with a lustful gaze, but his eyes also had a slight . . . affectionate feel to them.

"I promise you'll enjoy this, I aim to please," he said. He brought his muzzle to my forehead and kissed it.

My heart pounded in my chest and the heat in my cock grew. I took in a deep breath and nodded, my tail wagging vigorously behind me. The small blades of grass tickled my body as I laid down on my tummy. I hiked my tail and ass up, presenting myself to him.

He got down on all fours with me and placed his paw on my thigh, nudging his wet nose against my exposed tailhole. I shivered at the coldness, and then moaned when I felt his tongue bath my tailhole. Oh god . . . did he know how to use that tongue.

He chuckled. "My my, having fun there?" he teased. His broad wet tongue circled around my hole, then went to running his tongue against my left ass check, switching from one check to the next. His tongue pressed against my pucker before it entered into me, working all around. He slid his tongue in and out of my hole to get it nice and wet.

He paused in his fabulous work, causing me to push my tail back for him to continue. "God, someone's impatient."

I looked back to see him slips his fingers from his muzzle, a string of spit trailed down his fingers before he slid them into my tailhole. Shit . . . I gasped as the thrill of him shook through my body.

Those fingertips slid in and out of me, feeling around before he hit my sweet spot. He worked his fingers in some before he slid them out. "Okay, you should be good for now."

Not long before that his large shaft slide into me, cause me to cry out in pain. Once he was fully inside of me, he rested there to let me adjust. The shear thickness of him made my eyes tear up a little. I tried to relax and calm myself so I wasn't so tight.

"Hey," he said. "Are you ok?"

I nodded, shaking and asked him to continue.

He pulled his hips back and then pressed them forward slowly, working up a steady pace that I was slowly starting to get used too. He rocked back and forth into me, hitting all my sweet spots.

I moaned loudly as he took me from behind, and soon after all traces of the pain was gone and was replaced with sheer pleasure. I just laid there, tongue hanging out of my muzzle. I was in complete bliss, pushing my hips back in time with his thrust, needing more of him inside of me.

He rammed himself into me, huffing and panting. His paw came around and hungrily stroking my shaft. His thumb ran over my tip, using my own pre as a lubricant on my shaft. He rammed himself faster into me, squeezing my shaft hard. Soon I could feel his immense knot ram against my hole, begging for entrance.

I was nearing my climax and needed that knot inside me. I pressed back even harder to shove it in. "Please," I begged, panting. "Tie me. So close . . ."

We worked in tandem to give each other our release. His paw stroking my shaft faster while I squeezed down on him harder. With one final thrust he rammed his knot into me, causing my muscles to squeeze down on his knot. He barked out as he came inside of me, spreading warm in my tail.

I howled when his knot tied me, spraying onto his paw, leaving a sticky mess.

We both collapsed onto the ground, exhausted. His paw came out from under me and licked my mess off his fingers.

"Wow . . ." I panted, on cloud nine.

The wolf--my wolf--laughed. "Well, it's good to hear that you're ok and in one piece. I was worried I had spit you in half."

"You did, at first," I said, resting my head against my arm.

"Good thing I didn't, I'd miss you too much." He pulled my muzzle up and kissed me gently. His arm went under me and pulled me against his tightly, one paw ran down my side, fingers sliding through the fur.

I wanted this moment to last here forever, too just lay with my wolf. Nothing seemed so perfect right now except us. I want . . . shit . . . my head was feeling fuzzy and my eyelids felt heavy. I tried with all my will to fight off the fatigue that ravished my body, but it was hard. It was like not breathing or blinking. Eventually I would yield to it. But I don't want to sleep . . . couldn't fall asleep now, and before I succumb to my tiredness, I could hear the clock ring as it stroke twelve . . .

***

The sun felt hot against my body. I turned away from it and, too snuggle up with my wolf, but my paws came up empty. What? The soft scent of my room filled my nose and the clicking of paws in the hallway made me yank up from my bed. My head throbbed painfully and my tail felt like it was one fire.

_ What happened last night?_ I wondered. And then it all flooded back to me. I got fucked by some wolf creature last night! At first I thought it was just a dream, a wonderful dream if not. But the stinging pain in my tail was proof of it. Just the thought of our nightly activity caused a stir in my sheath.

Relief washed over me because of the fact that I was still alive, but soon followed after was sadness; it dawned on me that I might not see my midnight lover again. Just the memory of how intimately he touched me, made me shiver.

I need to find him again, need to. What happened last night was . . . unexplainably magical. He was so beautiful, but something like him shouldn't exist. And the thought of me never seeing him again broke my heart.

A gentle knock on the door distracted me. "Ceil?" Aurora's voice drifted in.

"Yes?" I replied.

"May I come in?"

"Please enter." I quickly covered my sheath before she came in.

The rosy scent of my maid creped across the room and tickled my nose. She walked over to my window and pulled the blinds back, the burst of sunlight made my shield my eyes away. She came across my bed and sat down on the edge, paw resting on my muzzle. "Did you have fun last night?" she asked.

"Of course," I smiled. "I went out drinking with Mason and then . . ." I caught myself before I mentioned what happened after the tavern. What would she have thought? Would she have been repulsed by the actives I shared with a male? Something like that could get my killed.

She smiled sweetly. "Good, I'm glad." She dropped her paw and folded them in her lap.

"How about you?" I asked.

"I went to bed, remember?"

I nodded, remembering it vaguely.

"Well, I've been sent up here to get you; your bath is prepared and your breakfast will be made shortly after." The elderly sergal started to pull back my sheets, panic shot through me.

I stopped her quickly. "Please," I said. "I got it. If you could leave me alone for a bit, I'll be down to join you."

She nodded and left my room.

That was close . . . I took a breath and then released it, sighing. I crawled out of bed and stood at my mirror, taking in my completion. My tip had retreated back into my sheath. I trailed my paw down my arm, envisioning his fingers lightly tickling my skin. This made me smile.

I took one last look at myself, then grabbed at towel and headed for the bathroom. Once inside, I was welcomed by warm vapors, almost like fog, that filled the room. I set my towel down and sat by the bath before entering it. A moan escaped my throat when the hot warmth touched all my sore spots, including my throbbing tailhole. I knew I was going to feel the effects of his thick shaft later on. God does my tail hurt. But the water felt good as it made my soreness vanish.

The water smelled strongly of rosemary, and my body was barely visible under the murky water. My paw trailed against the surface leaving ripples in its awake. I cupped my paws together, pouring the water on my face.

My bath felt so nice that I decided to stay a couple extra minutes to really let the sweet smelling water soak through my fur and onto my skin. I let my fingers roam across my body, feeling all the aches left behind.

After I was sure every inch of my body was clean, I got out and started drying off my wet fur. I ran the towel down my tail, fluffing it out to make sure no trace of water remained before padding it back down. I dared not to look in the mirror for I knew I'd look like a giant fur ball.

The door burst open, causing the rosy mist burst up in the air when Aurora ambled into the room with a bundle of clothes in her arms. Embarrassment spread across me as I stood in front of my maid naked. My cheeks flushed with red, making me quickly pulled up my towel to cover myself.

Aurora stood there with her arms extend out, averting her eyes. "Forgive, your highness. I didn't know you were finished." She walked over to one of the lounging chairs and set my clothes down.

Still blushing, I said, "Its fine."

"I'll wait outside for you." She bowed and then headed out, closing the door behind her.

I hung my head, sighing, and made my way to the chair where my clothes rested. My towel slipped from my chest, and I started getting dressed. I slid my pants on, pulling and tying the drawstring together, and then stuck my head into my shirt, pulling it down. I let my neckline open to help air off my still damp fur some. My vest was the last thing to put on, leaving that open too.

I stepped out, and Aurora and I made our way to the dining hall. A couple times I felt her eyes on me, small glances every now and then.

"You look good today, happy," she stated. Her old eyes, as well as her smile, held warmth.

I watched her, one ear swiveled toward her. "That I am," I said. "I was just thinking about something."

Her eyes sparked with curiosity. "About what?" she inquired.

Mostly about my wolfish lover . . . "About who I'm going to take to the Summer Solstice Ball," I lied.

"Do you have any idea?"

"I thought about taking Liana to the ball."

"Oh, she's a lovely girl. I think she is an excellent choice."

"I know. I always listen to the things you say."

"That's because little, old me knows a thing or two after all my years," she chuckled.

I laughed with her, tail wagging. She always seemed to brighten up whoever is with her. Just a gift she seemed to posses.

We entered the spacious kitchen of the castle, the chiefs and maids busy prepping food for the ball tonight. Aurora ambled to one of the maids, Jasmine I think was her name, and tapped her shoulder, whispering to her. Her eyes drifted toward me and she nodded. I leaned by the door and took in the different scents that flooded my nose. Arms crossed, I stared down at my feet, kicking a pebble around. My mind kept wondering back to last night. I knew I had to find him, but how? I couldn't simply ask if anyone had seen a giant wolf-like creature walking about around town, or if there had been any sightings. No, that would raise suspicion, and that's the last thing I would need. Guess I'll have to go back to the spot where we first met after breakfast.

I spotted Aurora staring at me, her finger crooked, indicating for me to follower her. I rushed over quickly when she started walking away. We left the kitchen and then made a sharp turn into the main dining hall where my family sat waiting for me. My father and mother sat at the far end of the table, sipping their goblets of water and chatting. My brother sat a few seats down from them talking to one of his friends and his soon-to-be fiancée.

I plopped down across from Vance and rest my head against my paws. I was completely exhausted.

"Well, hello Ceil," Vance said. "It's good seeing you."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "You as well, brother," I teased.

"Ceil!" my mother chastised. "That no way to greet your brother, nor is your poster appropriate. Now sit up straight like a gentlemen."

"Sorry mother." I rolled my eyes but sat up straight.

"How was your night honey," she asked, a smile on her muzzle.

"It was fine," I said. "I met Mason down at the tavern and we had a few drinks, then I . . . headed back home and went to bed."

Mother nodded. "Very nice."

Aurora set a plate and glass down in front of me before taking a seat next to me. The glass was filled with fresh milk and my plate had some fruit on it with some cuts of meat and a bowl filled with some oatmeal like substance.

My stomach growled loudly, causing me to blush and my brother to burst out laughing until our father yelled at him to stop. Wow, last night's sex must have really token a lot out of me when I thought about why I was so tired and hungry. I started chewing down my food before something dawned on me. Other than Aurora next to me, one seat was empty.

"Mother," I asked. "Where is Mason? He was supposed to join us for breakfast this morning."

It seemed to have skipped my mother's mind because her brows pulled down in confusion. "You're right, he isn't. He must have had something else to do."

Father looked up from his food. "I don't know why you hang out with him. He seems different."

"Honey," Mother sighed, her voice filled with disapproval. "Now, Ceil's friend seemes like a nice gentlemen."

Father raised his fork toward me. "He's odd," he said. "I'm not saying you can't see him. But be couscous. Don't let him give you any ideas."

I stared at my father in shock, and then turned toward my mother. Her ears pulled back to her skull, eyes apologetic.

"Richard. Give the boy a chance, will you?" she begged.

Father raised a brow toward her, but his eyes were focused on me. "Fine, for the both of you I will. But don't be surprised if I'm disappointed in him."

My mother and brother and I talked a little bit more. We were all excited about tonight. The annual solstice balls are always fun and father is making sure that this year's will be better than last years.

After I finished my breakfast, I excused myself from the table.

"Ceil," Mother called me back just as stop by the door. "Where are you going?"

"Oh . . . I'm going to get ready for the ball." The lie slide across my tongue smoothly, which, was somewhat true. "I need to see what I'm going to wear and whom I'm going with."

"Okay," mother nodded.

I smiled and make my way back up to my room to grab my satchel, stuffing some parchment and a feather and bottle of ink into it, before head out of the castle's gates. I had just made it past the gate before a felt a paw on my shoulder. I turned around to find Aurora staring at me with a smile and basket in her paw.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" she asked. "There are a few things I need to get in town."

I nodded and took a step back until I was at her side. I really didn't need her fallowing me around. I need to find the right time to lose her so I can go back to our spot and see if I could find_him_ again.

We walked by busy shops getting ready for tonight. Aurora stopped by one of the traders den and bought some spices, and went from shop to shop buying a few misaligns items. Then we went to clothing store and I bought a new vest and three tail rings, while Aurora bought a dress for tonight that looked lovely on her.

Lost in thought, I jumped out of my fur when the sergal spoke up. "Ciel, honey, did you want to stop by your friends and check up on him? You looked worried this morning when you didn't see him."

I nodded, and took a few streets until we stopped at Mason's cottage. I wrapped a paw on the door and said, "Mason?" You home?" No reply.

I strained my ears for any sign of my friend, but the place was quit. I waited a couple more seconds before entering. Everything was dark, only a few candles were left burning, and the sunlight that poured through the curtains. I called out to see if his parents were home, but still no answer. Mason wasn't still asleep in his bed when I entered his room, but one thing that quickly stuck up was this wild musky scent that permitted the room. On his desk laid a parchment. I picked it up and read the note my friend had left me.

Dear Ciel, I unfortunately7 won't be able to join you for breakfast because something had come up and father and I had to take care of. But I will be back soon and will see you at the ball. Have fun for the day

_ Sincerely, Mason_

_ _ I read over the note again before placing it back onto the desk, sighing. I was really looking forward to spending time with him before the ball began. But he won't be back until the ball. Damn . . .

Aurora was resting again the wall when I left. She looked up and smile and ears fells once she saw my expression. "He wasn't home?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No, and he won't be back until the ball starts." I said.

Aurora walked over and gave me a pat on the shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said. "I still have some things I need to get, but if you want to roam around for a bit, I'll meet you at the castle gate when I'm finished.

I nodded and started walking around aimlessly, observing what was going on around me. After a short while of walking, I had to stop because my rear was starting to get sore again. So I found a nice bolder that laid a little out of town and sat down, rubbing my rear end. Thoughts crossed my mind in a rush. Like what could have been important for Mason and his father to leave. I vaguely remember there was a problem from a small village short ways from ours.

Soon my mind wandered to my thoughts of my wolf. My sweet wolf.

It struck me, hard and fast. I had forgotten one of the reasons I decided to come out here. It was to look for my wolf. I was so worried Mason that everything else didn't matter. I'll have to worry about him later, putting that thought to the back of my mind and concentrated on . . . you know, I never did find out his name.

I sighed, angry at myself for not finding out my lover's name. Damn it. Who could he be? After a minute or two of guess, I gave up, and decided to try and look for him. But where could I begin? I don't ever remember where we had made love, not really anyway. I was too drunk to even know which I was going; everything is still too hazy.

I trailed back into town and made my way back to the tavern and to see if I could retrace my steps. I followed a different path away from the tavern that I believe I took. And as I continued walking my memory started to become clear; I recognized houses and marks that I saw heading into the woods. Tall trees engulfed me the further I got into the woods, and soon I ended up at the same small pound from last night. My tail began to wag with anticipation. I was getting closer.

But where do I go next? I wasn't exactly paying much attention to my direction. I guess all I can do is try and track my scent, however faint it was.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and let my nose do the work. All sorts of scents flooded my sharp nose; most of it was an earthy scent with the soft smell of flowers that mixed in with it. A nice breeze blew by and ruffled my fur, and then I caught it: my own scent, strong with the harsh scent of fear and panic. Once I had that picked out, it didn't take me long before I found the giant clearing as before. I eyed the tree had make lover under, resting my paw on it. I took in a whiff and caught his scent, as strong as before, even hours later.

My body carried my forward, toward the musky scent I longed for. The strange thing is that it started to lead back into town. Why would he go into town? I seemed like a silly thing to do considering what he looked like. It took me while to find my scent buried under his dominate one.

He had carried me back to the castle and put me in bed . . . that's why my room smelled different--because know I recognize his scent. My heart lifted. The depth of my love for my wolf depended.

His scent, along with mine, disappeared once I made it to the castles grounds. I tried to make scenes of all of this. What was he? The image of the full moon last night flashed across my mind. No . . . it couldn't be. Werewolves don't exist! Because . . . because . . . werewolves are vicious, blood-thirsty creatures of tales. Not my wolf. Not him. He was so considerate and caring of me.

But his appearance during the full moon was my only proof. I had to find out more about what he is.

By mid afternoon, the heat outside was scorching, forcing me to take my shirt off, and I had combed through every book on lycanthropy I could get my paws on. But all of them said exactly the same thing: werewolves are creatures that could shift to a wolf form, that they were bound by the rising full moon three times a month. They are depicted to be me monstrous beats with no control over themselves during a full moon, and the only way to become one is to either get bite by a "wolf" or be born. Each book varies from their content.

That is until I came across one book. It didn't have an author, but it did have facts that seemed to make my wolf. Werewolves are controlled by the lunar moon, but can retain themselves while in their other form.

That's all that we in the book. I sat back into my chair and pondered over what I had read. Tonight is the second full moon, but I know I shouldn't get my hopes up. What would be the chances he'd be at the Solstice ball; highly unlikely when I thought about it.

At the mention of the ball, I realized I have yet to ask Liana to the ball! I raced out of the castle and headed to her place. The ball was a few short hours away. By the time I reached Liana's house, the sun had already begun to set, and my legs were sore and I was panting hard. I knocked on the door, and out stepped the young sergal.

"Ceil?" she asked. "Are you alright?"

I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "Yes," I stuttered. "I was wondering if I could accompany you to the ball tonight."

Her expression of worry turned to sadness, her ears pulled pack and her tail went still. "I'm sorry." She apologized. "But one of the noblemen down the road had asked me, and I said yes."

"Oh . . ." was all I could mutter.

Liana's ears pulled further back. She stepped out and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Again, I'm sorry Ceil. See you at the ball?" she asked hopeful.

I just shrugged. "Maybe," I replied.

She patted my shoulder. "Cheer you. I'm sure you'll have a date in no time. All the ladies would love to join a handsome sergal like yourself." She gave me a little smile and then headed back inside.

Despair struck my hurt as I made my way back to the castle. I was not having a good day. First, I don't see my best friend until the ball begins; secondly, I still have no idea who my lover is, and thirdly, don't have anyone to get with tonight, now. What was I going to do? I really don't want to go now, not without someone to bring. So for the rest of the day, I just sulked in my room, refusing to see anyone. Aurora tried to talk to me a few times, but I shut her out, asking to be left alone.

***

Blackness had engulfed the sky, and the twinkle of stars and the moon light the night. The castles bell had ringed a couple minutes ago, signaling the ball began. And here I sat in the somewhat dark room, save a little candle, as everyone else was at the masquerade celebrating.

There was a knock at my door, and Aurora stepped him. "Ceil," she said, dressed up. "Please come to the ballroom. Everybody is wondering where you are."

"I don't feel like going," I grumbled.

The sergal walked over and sat down on my bed, and rested her paw on mine. "I know you're sad that you don't have anyone to with, but your mother wants you to come and have fun. She wants to have a dance with you."

I just stared at my costume that was laid out at the end of my bed, the mask rested on top of it.

Aurora cupped my muzzle in her paw and forced me to look at her. "Ceil, you're coming to the celebration. I will not have you stewing in your room while your family has fun without you," she said. Her brows were pulled down and her face was set in a hard expression, her eyes begging me to join.

I sighed. "Do I have a chose," I asked.

Her lips pulled up. "Of course not, and if you want, I'll go with you to the solstice ball. Besides," she added. "There is someone looking for you."

My ears perked, and my tail waggle when she mentioned someone wants me.

She got up and left me to get dressed.

In time, I was set in my costume. I gave myself a quick onceover in the mirror, my mask gripped between my fingers. The dark costume was great at highlighting my violet fur. I fluffed out my cheek ruff to make myself more presentable.

As the two of us rounded the corner and get close to the main ballroom, my ears flicked as I picked up the growing sound of orchestral music. I stopped at the doors leading inside and took a deep breath, and put my mask on before pushing inside, Aurora by my side. She really did look great in her dress.

The inter hall was adorned with crimson and gold. A flurry of colors whirled around in time with the song, different colored sergals dressed up with all sorts of mask. Giant pillars held the ceiling, while hundreds of candles let the room, with a beautiful chandler hung high above the crowd.

I spotted Mother dancing with Father with elegance as she swirled around, her dress billowing out gracefully. She looked so happy, and Father smiled down at her.

I merged with the crowd and stepped through until I reached my parents. Mother's face brightened when she saw me. "Honey, I'm glad you decided to join us!" She reached out and kissed my cheek. "You look very handsome in your suit, and that mask looks beautiful on you," she beamed.

My ears pulled back, and a blush threatened to appear. "Thank you mother," I smiled. "You look gorgeous tonight."

Mother gave a curtsy and kissed my cheek again. "Go and have fun and eat," she ushered me.

I nodded and made my way to the food table, grabbing a goblet of wine, enjoying the beautiful music the composers were playing. I scanned the room and smiled seeing others dancing, laughing and have fun.

Soon I was drawn to the sound of a piano being played, and off near the corner, I stopped a fox sitting at the piano. My tail wagged as I got closer until I was at the instrument. Key after key struck away at my heart as the fox played. I rested again the piano, occasionally taking a sip of my drink and enjoyed the music.

After awhile the fox stopped playing and took a sip of his glass, and looked up at me and smiled.

I smiled back and sat down next to him. I couldn't remember his name, but I do know he's known far and wide as being the best pianist in the world.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked. He had a bright smile, which seemed to match the elegant costume he had one. Glittery white and gold covered his body slender body, with patterns of piano keys and foxes traces around his body's curves. His ears were perk, attentive, and his tail lay next to him on the bench, the tip tapping away with the violinist and flutes melody. Looks like I wasn't the only one enjoying himself.

I nodded and stared down at the ivory keys. My rested on the keys and gentle tapped in the order of his music sheet placed out in front of him.

The foxes smile brightened and his tail began to wag. "Do you play?" he asked.

I gave a short nod. "I play a little when I can," I said. "I know enough to get by--but I'm certainly far from your skills."

He chuckled. "I had plenty of practice to work on my skill. Keep practicing," he encouraged. "You defiantly have a talent for it. I believe you can do it."

Happiness swapped me at what he said. It's nice to hear something like coming from such a talented artist.

The fox slid farther to the edge, giving me more room to get to a better position. He nodded to the piano as the orchestra began to play again, indicating me wanted me to try and play along.

My happiness heightened as I managed to keep up with the other plays with each key stroke. I blushed when I made a mistake here and there. After awhile Fox joined in with me, doing the lower key while I played the higher ones. I was too distracted by the music and our paws moving intandem that I didn't notice someone was behind us.

A paw rested on my shoulder, causing me to turn around. I gasped when I recognized the broad figure before me.

He smiled a toothy grin. "Hello again my prince," he said, pending down to kiss my paw.

"Hello . . ." I squeaked out. My body felt hot and my heart race. His scent was strong and it filled my nose, causing a stir inside me. It was my wolf! He came--for me!

Fox looked at me and smile and mouthed, "Go ahead." Then turned back around and began playing again.

My wolf looked to beautiful, he took my breath away. He was dressed in an elegant over coat in a dark purple, with patches of green that hooked around his shoulders and slid down his body into intricate patterns. The edges of the fabric were lined with sparkling gold trimming. He had a nice flannel shirt on his coat, with ruffles at the cuffs, while he left the drawstring at the top open with a bit of chest tuff peeking out, and at his was he had a sword strapped to his belt. His mask had the same design as his attire, but had gold around the eye holes similar to a cat's eye. The mask followed down the muzzle, and near the edge little teeth pointed down.

He took my paw gently and lead me away from the piano and onto the dance floor, twirling me around until a faced him. His muzzle pulled up into a smile, and then he stepped back, gave a little bow and held my paw up and rested his arm around his waist.

We began to dance, in sync with each other and to the music. Sometimes he would twirl me around, causing some of the other dancers to star at up with distaste. But I didn't care about that. I was dancing with my wolf and if felt . . . right, good to be with him.

After a few more dances, we decided to take break and headed to the buffet table. My wolf took at apple and took a bite out of it and held it up to me. I took a bite and smiled, licking the sweet juice of my muzzle.

I started to upon my muzzle to get a question that was stuck on my mind, but he held up a finger, silencing me.

He cupped his fingers under my chin and lifted it until I was looking in his eyes. "I know you have questions," he said. "But please be patient. I'll answer them in due time, but let us celebrate this joyous holiday."

I so desperately wanted to ask his name, but held my tongue. My restraint was not an easy thing to do, but I did as he asked.

We spend some time eating food, feeding each other food when no one was looking, knowing something like what would get us killed.

"Ceil?" My mother called.

I turned around and saw her walking toward us. Panic shot through me. How was I going to explain why I was dancing with my gentleman? And explain who he is, especially when I don't know who he is.

But when I turned around to ask my wolf, he seemed to have disappeared.

"Ceil, darling, who was with you?" Mother asked once she got to me.

What was I going to say? "Honestly? I don't know," I asked. "He was some stranger who asked for a dance."

Mother gave me a look, I didn't quite understand. It was anger or sadness, but . . . understanding, maybe. Understanding of what though? If a man had _feelings_for another man, it caused hatred. Sometimes it could get you killed. Male love was unnatural to many people, and those who had that feeling were considered freaks.

Her eyes stared hard into mine, searching for something. "Okay . . ." she said. Again that strange look crossed her face, but then she smiled and kissed my forehead. "Go have fun, honey."

Once mother left, I felt my wolf by my side again. I turned to him and said, "Can we talk please? I need to know a few things."

He looked at me and sighed. "Okay. Follow me." He took my paw and led me away from the crowd, to a somewhat secluded area of the castle, in the garden, but was close enough to catch the faint sound of music.

I perched myself on a ledge and overlooked the beautiful garden and maze. My brain tattled off a few questions I wanted to ask, but none of them seemed suitable, not until I got to one that had been growing in the back of my mind. "Who are you?" I finally asked.

My wolf rested against the castle's wall and crossed his arms, tail still and ears folded back. He stood there for a couple seconds, staring at the ground. His muzzle opened, eye's shot toward mine, and then closed his muzzle again.

I stared at him, but impatience was starting to creep over mine. The anticipation was killing me. I had to know who he is.

He ambled over to me and took my muzzle and into his paws and kissed me. My heart quickened at his touch and his scent was intoxicating, just being this close sent shivers down my spine. "Please, I have to know," I said.

He just stared down at me, his beautiful yellow eyes begging for me to understand. His scent was mixed with fear. What was he afraid of? He tore himself away from me and stepped back, and ran a paw through his head fur, tail lashing.

I sighed. It was obvious he wasn't going to answer. Something was keeping from telling his name.

Something caught my eye when he turned around. I saw it, near tip of his tail. He had on a silver ring, and now that I've had a chance to actually take a look at his costume; it was the same one I had gotten for Mason . . . .

I snatched the tail ring, causing him to yelp and growl at me, I inspected the ring and found my families crest and Mason's initials were in scripted into the metal. No, it couldn't be . .

My eyes shot up and I saw the look in his eyes; that I had found out his secret. But I needed to know. "Mason?" My voice quivered. "Is that you?"

He turned away, unable to face me.

Anger shot through me. I stomped over to him and turned him to me. "Well?" I asked. Tears started to form in my eyes. I didn't know what to think.

He lowered his muzzle and nodded.

I stumbled back and tried to process all of this. My best friend--a friend I had known my whole life--was a werewolf, my midnight life? I threw myself toward him, burying my nose into his chest. I finally found out who my wolf was, and now that I knew, I didn't want to let him go ever.

Mason leaned down and kissed my forehead, breathing between my ears and rested his tail against the base of my own. We began to sway to sound of piano, fingers intertwined between each other's.

I kissed him, and it felt right. "I love you," I breathed. "You're my wolf, Mason."

Arms tightened around me, our kiss deepened, slipping each other's tongues into ours muzzle, maws tingling. He reached up and playfully nipped at my ear, whispering, "I will always be yours prince, my sergal,"

We parted, and smiled down at me. "I'm sorry," he said. "I wanted to tell you for a long time about all of this: what I am and of my feelings of you, but I didn't know you'd react. Late light . . . I was out hunting and I caught a whiff of your scent. I was concerned because you were too far into the wood and away from town; I thought something could happen to you. That's when I found you near the pound and it seemed you were passed out, so I was going to take you back home. But you woke up just as I got near, frightened, and well . . . you know the rest."

I nodded, remembering it clearly: running away, the fear, and the comfort I felt then I thought I was safe. And of course what happened afterward. This caused my cheeks to flush red and my ears to burn from lustful heat. My blush deepened even more as I felt myself slipping free from my sheath, and by the budge that was poking me I wasn't the only one thinking of the same thing.

His eyes glowed in the moonlight with fervent lust and his scent swarm with wolfy musk. He grinned sinisterly down at me. "You want to venture into the maze," He asked, his voice rang with a growl.

My lips spread into a grin as well and my paw found his budge and gave it a good squeeze. "Yes."

Mason picked me up and leapt over the wall and landed at the mazes entrance. He swung me around to his back and said, "Hold on tightly." Air rushed by us as Mason jumping onto the top of one of the maze walls and sped off into the center. It was like nothing I had ever felt, the speed his strong legs pushed out was unreal as things raced by in a blur.

Once at the center, we hopped down, and I slid off Mason's back. I tried to catch my breath, but couldn't seem to find it. "Wow," I gasped.

I wrapped my arms around my wolf's waist and pulled him closer and kissed him gentle on lips, lips that left a sweet after taste, and hugged my body next to his. Anticipation throbbed in me as well as my cock. I wanted this, and by his scent I knew he did, too.

His large paw wrapped around the back on my neck and pulled me more into the kiss, sliding his tongue onto mine while his paw undid my drawstring and slipped into my paws. He had no problem finding my tip and gave it a good squeeze, causing me to moan.

I reached out and did the same thing, finding he had soaked through his pants, which got me even more railed up. I pulled back and took at him. "Someone is a little eager, aren't we?" I asked, showing him my damp paw.

He reached out and licked my fingers clean. "I'm not the only one," he said as he thumbed my tip and felt my own wet spot. He slid my pants down, and I slid my tail through. His muzzle nursed my tip between his lips before take me all the way inside his maw.

I gasped at sensations that ran through my shaft and my body. My tail wagged from side to side as he continued sucking and my tongue lolled out my muzzle, panting hard.

He pulled off me, and I whined. "Why do you tease me so?" I demanded. "I was quite enjoying that.

Mason chuckled. "I thought of could help me get undressed. I'm feeling pretty confined within these damn pants." He walked over to bench and laid down, beckoning me toward him.

I hurried over with delight and dropped to my knees, staring at his wet shot and leaned down and lap it up. Mason growled in pleasure, and I caught my teeth between his pants string and pulled them off, eyeing him the whole time.

He rested his cheek on his paw and smiled down at me. "You know you're driving me wild doing that," he said. "It's very naughty of you."

I waggled my brows, grinned and ripped the front of his pants when I pulled back with all my force, with a patch of the fabric hanged from my teeth. My fingers wrapped around his tip and started to slide up and down his shaft. I used a bit of his pre to help lube him up, and there was plenty of it; it just won't stop leaking which was good for me. I would need as much help as I can if I wanted him in my tail again. I spend a good minute or two sliding his sheath up and down, occasionally grazing his tip with my tongue even once and awhile.

Mason started panting harder as I teased him. It wasn't long before I had him all the way out of his sheath, and soon after his throbbing knot emerged.

"Fuck . . ." he panted when I started teasing his knot, wrapping my fingers around the base and gentle tugged at his tongue. "Please, I can't take much more of his."

"If you insist," I said and wrapped my tongue around his tip and lapped at it. His pre and harsh wolf musk overpowered my taste, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I started up a good pace with my muzzle, working him inside and out, and bathing his knot every time I got to the base.

"P-p-please s-stop," he begged, pushing me off. "That was a damn fine muzzle-job."

When I looked up, it looked like he was close by his harsh pants and the sweat dripping off his nose. The throbbing of his cock made me remember my own swelling need. My own throbbed painfully, begging for release.

Mason must have sensed this because he got down onto the ground and sat me down on the bench. He pulled my sheath back and bath my balls with is tongue and worked all the way up, teasing me with his fangs and slide back down. When he took me all the way in his maw, I gasped at the wet warmth that surrounded me. He pulled off my member, making me whine, and lapped at one finger before finding my tailhole.

I stared at him in surprise and gridded my teeth a little when he finger entered. He resumed sucking me off and sliding his finger in and out, working me from both ends. I was almost there when he stopped and got up.

I gave him a dirty look, and he just chuckled.

"What?" he asked. "Can't have you get off when I haven't had a real chance to finish us both off." He leaned down and kissed and then led me to softer part of the circle to lie down on. He took off his coat and put it on the ground, pulling against him before he rested against the floor with me resting on his hips, shaft under me.

I looked back and gulped at his sheer size, and his just as massive knot. "Do you think at the saliva will lube you up enough?" I asked.

"Oh! That reminds me!" Mason turned around and dug out something from his pocket and tossed it to me.

I help up the clear vial and saw some kind of liquid sloshing inside.

"I felt a bit bad taking you the other night without having something proper to help ease inside you. It some sort of oil that was made for something like this," he said with a sheepish smile.

I popped lid off and sniffed it. The oil had a sweet scent that was oddly arousing. I looked back and nodded and then got a pawful of the slippery substance, working in onto every inch of him.

Mason moaned when I added more around and on it knot, knowing that would be the hardest thing to take. "Okay," he breathed. "I think you're good."

After his shaft was fully covered, I started working it under my tail, sliding my fingers in. Wow . . . this stuff really does the trick. I pushed my butt up a little and with a paw on my wolf's dick, I aligned him with my tail and slowly lowered myself onto. I gritted my teeth, growling, as every inch was stuffed into my tailhole.

"Whoa." Mason rested his paw on your chest. "Take your time and ease down. I don't want you to get hurt."

I smiled and slid him all the way inside. My tail felt like it was on fire, but under the pain was the dull wake of pleasure. I just had to get used to his size again, that's all.

I bent down as much as I could and gave my wolf a gentle kiss. He placed his paw behind my head, thumb brushing my ear, and held the kiss as he slowly started working himself inside and out. I hissed in pain, but really tried hard to bite my tongue back. I want him to enjoy this.

His hipped pushed back and forth, working up a nice pace, and I was started to enjoy the thrusting as the pain died away. He kept hitting my sweet spot, and it was driving me wild.

I felt every inch pushed in me and loved every minute of it. I timed pushing down when shoved up, both of us working to give each other that release we craved. My paw drifted to my shaft when his pace picked up; I was leaking pre like a river. Every tender spot that he hit caused more pre to spill out.

It wasn't long before Mason started ramming into me. We both were panting hard and moaning and yipped with every new wave of pleasure.

I knew my wolf was starting to get close to his release with each pound of his swelling knot, begging for entrance, and so was I. I was on a brink of plastering his check with my mess.

"I'm getting close," Mason growled.

"Me-me t-t-too . . ." I whined.

His thrust started to get fiercer, and my yipped peaked even higher. He wrapped his paw around my shaft and worked with his thrust, but I wasn't going to let it be that easy. I remove his paw and tangled our fingers together.

With one final thrust, his knot sank inside, tying us together, howling our pleasure together. Warmth spread throughout my tail as he came hard. I tugged back on his knot to enforce the tie and that sent me over the edge as I spread myself on his chest without a paw on my shaft. Our orgasm seemed to last forever--caught up in the intimacy and each other's embrace.

I collapsed onto my wolf and muzzle his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close, tail thumping under us. I just wanted to lie like this forever and never get up, not that I could anyway thought now. His knot was still swollen in me and wasn't dying down anytime soon.

Mason held my waist and shifted us to our side, and I yipped in pain a little. He looked down at me, eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought this would be more comfortable."

My stomach felt so full now, but lying next to him did feel nice. Though I don't regret what we just did, I know I won't be able to walk straight for a week or too.

After a couple minutes, Mason's knot had gotten soft enough for me to pull out. I turned around and nestled myself against his stomach, resting my head on his arm. His other arm pulled me closer and rested against my stomach.

The sky was so beautiful night; the stars were out and moon was full and bright.

Mason reached up and stroked my cheek, brushing the fur down. "Ceil?" he asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

"I love you, so much. I never want to let go of you again. I would be the happiest wolf alive if you would be my mate, we would be together forever."

I didn't even need to think about it; I already knew my answer. Just was I was about to speak the clock started ringing. The twelfth hour had passed once again, making me smile.

"Yes," I said. I was ready to spend forever with my mate . . . .

My claws clicked on the keyboard as I tipped away, the glow of the computer screen lit up to room. I decided to take a break and sat back and took a sip of my hot chocolate. Man was I tired. The clock on the screen said it was twelve at night. Well fuck . . . .

Just as I was about to call it quits for the night, Mason walked in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Ceil? You still up?" he asked, and then yawned. He looked down at the computer, eye browns popping up. "What you working on?"

I giggled at my mate's expression. "Oh, you know," I dragged out. "Just remembering a bit of history, that's all."

Mason gave me a lazy nod to my answer and bent down and kissed my cheek. "Well," he said, taking my paw once the computer was shut down. "Let's go to bed. We gotta be up early in the morning."

I finished my drink and yawned, following Mason back to bed. I am pretty tired, and besides, I wanted to get plenty of rest, tomorrow is a full moon after all.