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Hejira: Crystalline Hall

By Mantrid Brizon

Episode 16.5: Sex With The She-Wolf

Gareth wakes early in the morning. Kahlera is still asleep, as is Naomi. He rubs his eyes, quietly dresses, and steps outside. Taking a deep breath, the cool morning air fills his lungs. Stepping away from the yurt, he merely desires to stretch his legs. As he passes a series of crates, he is startled by a figure in the corner of his eye. He turns to see Sarvah, sitting with her back against a crate.

“Oh! Hi there. It's nice to see you." Gareth chirps.

“It is very nice to see you too. Did you have a good sleep?" Sarvah politely asks.

“Yeah. It was very… Relaxing." Gareth answers.

“I can imagine." Sarvah grins.

She stands up and approaches Gareth slowly, a sly smile across her lips. Gareth takes a step back as she walks so close that her breasts gently brush against his chest.

“Why so nervous?" She asks.

“I'm not nervous. I just like my space." He retorts.

“Do you? You certainly seem like it." She winks.

“Maybe I'm just not use to being this close to a strange wolf."

“I am hardly strange to you. Or have you already forgotten our last encounter?" Sarvah coos.

“That was… Not what I intended to happen…" Gareth says softly, trying not to offend her.

“And yet it did. It was spontaneous, pleasurable, and probably very entertaining for others to watch. I didn't even force you; you took me like I was yours. You were so dominant and powerful. You could not have faked it."

“I didn't…" He murmurs.

She leans in and brushes his cheek with her snout, as her hands reach out and rests on his hips.

“Neither did I." She whispers into his ear. “Do you want to do it again? Perhaps I can please you even more than she can." Sarvah gives his ear a little lick, teasing him.

Gareth becomes increasingly nervous and aroused. He cares for Kahlera and wants to be with her. Though he doesn't want to hurt her, Sarvah is so beautiful, so devious, and so tempting. He's already succumbed to her wiles before; he cannot make himself regret it no matter how hard he tries. Sarvah's right; their mating was as wonderful an experience as he could have ever imagined. Her tight, underused pussy is already the most enjoyable he's ever had, and the fact that he can control it only makes her offer more appealing.

He can't help himself as her breasts smoosh against his chest. Impulsively reaching out, he places a hand on her hip and the other on her ass. Squeezing her firm buttocks, Sarvah moans softly and nuzzles his face, intoxicated by his very touch. She tilts her head down and licks his neck. His grip tightens and he pulls her away. She is already aroused, but his assertiveness magnifies it several times over; it causes her vagina to ooze with lubricating juices, and they aren't even undressed.

They race toward Sarvah's yurt as the sun creeps slowly into the sky; the pink aura of daylight peeks over the tops of the trees. They rush into the yurt as Sarvah slips off her top, turning back to Gareth. Her large, firm tits gaze at him. They are utterly perfect; a full D-cup, if not a Double D-cup, but they do not sag or are varying sizes. She has the figure of a supermodel as she takes off her skirt. Gareth's erection is easily visible through his pants, which he quickly opens and drops to his ankles.

He looks down at Sarvah's beautiful groin, her loins seeping juices that run visibly down her leg and matt her fur. Stepping out of his boots, pants and underwear, he walks up to her as he pulls off his shirt. Standing naked before her, he reaches out for the canine woman. He grabs her large breasts and fondles them, leaning in and sucking gently on the bare, black flesh of her nipples. She groans and seems to lose her balance as he feels her silky fur in his hands and on the side of his face.

He moves her back, guiding her as he steers her by her tits, lying her down onto the rug-covered ground. She reaches behind her and steadies herself as Gareth takes control, moving her right where he wants her. He climbs atop Sarvah, reaching a hand down as he suckles on her breasts. His fingers caress her dripping wet pussy, teasing her black nether lips by inching inside, before pulling out and rubbing her clitoris. Sarvah's body cries out for him, and him for her.

Even to his nose, the smell of her arousal is pungent; the scent of her juices waft throughout the yurt, and it makes his phallus throb with desire. As he slips a finger back into Sarvah's tight loins, she arches her back and groans. He slips in another finger, feeling her tightness; he is unable to give her three. Leaning in and kissing her passionately, their tongues wrestle with each other in their mouths.

“How do you fit me inside of you?" He suddenly asks.

“Wha?" Sarvah chokes out, breathing heavily.

“Your little vagina only takes two fingers, but I've got to be twice that thickness." He adds.

“Mmm… She may be little, but she has a big appetite, and yours is the only meal she has had in a long time. She is more than happy to accommodate you. She is very eager to please you." Sarvah assures him.

“Good. I love using my little pussy and filling her up." He says as he necks her.

“Mmm! Are you claiming me?" Sarvah asks, gasping from his touch.

“I already did that the last time." He whispers into her ear before giving it a little lick. “You're mine, now be a good girl and taste your Master." He suddenly says.

He pulls back from her and lies back, their sides touching. Gripping the base of his long and girthy penis, he waves it gently before her.

“Don't keep me waiting…"

She looks at his member, the largest she's ever had. Curling over and leaning in, she grips him by the base with both hands, stroking him as she carefully licks the tip. Excluding their last mating, she hasn't done this in a long time, and only for one other male. If Sarvah didn't love Gareth so much, she would have simply ordered him to shut up and fuck her pussy raw or get out, but she truly desires to please her new lover, her new Master. She opens her mouth wide as she leans in, pushing in the head of his dick.

Her head slowly bobs up and down as she struggles to fit his shaft into her mouth; she makes a valiant effort. One hand grips his thick shaft as the other very gingerly fondles his balls. He groans as her tongue licks and wraps around his penis, her head moving slowly up and down. She tastes his pre-cum as she works and she knows that she is doing a good job. Her pussy is screaming for attention, so her hand slides away from his balls and begins rubbing her clitoris.

Gareth watches for a moment, a smile on his face, before suddenly resting a hand on Sarvah's cheek. Her head stops bobbing as her eyes gaze up at him, locking onto his. He can't help but chuckle as he looks at her. Her mouth, entirely occupied by his full organ, leaves nearly four inches outside of it. Saliva oozes from around her lips and down his shaft, rolling over her fingers.

“Wha?" Sarvah tries to speak without pulling him out.

“You are so cute like that." He smiles.

She feels her face flush. Her heart beats even faster.

“Now it's your turn. Good girls get rewarded." He adds.

He pulls at her arms gently. She moves back from his penis, releasing it from her lips. It tips back and flops onto his stomach with a loud smack.

“I am sorry!" Sarvah quickly apologizes.

“It didn't hurt."

He brings her up to him and lies her down on her back. He kneels below her waist and moves between her legs. She believes that she is about to experience the ecstasy of his member once again, something she has longed for since the first time, but Gareth has other ideas. He places a hand on each of her legs, a thumb just behind her knees. He spreads her legs apart, then gently leans forward, his head moving lower and lower until his nose hovers just over her wet pussy. She can't believe that he is about to pleasure her like this.

Though she asked him before and he refused, she never said what a privilege it was; no male has ever been allowed to taste her until now. He gently licks her clitoris, before teasing her nether lips. Gareth slips the tip of his tongue into her vagina and moves it as though he were trying to spell the alphabet. Sarvah can't believe how wonderful it feels. Her body rocks and her back arches significantly as a hand holds the back of his head. He tastes her flesh for what seems like hours, although her first orgasm from oral pleasure is likely clouding her judgement, and sense of time.

As she gasps for breath and her pussy flows with white cream. He pulls back, watching it ooze out and thankful that she didn't cum hard enough to squirt on him. Smiling at her as she pants, her eyes turn toward him and she weakly motions for him to come closer with her furry white fingers.

“Aww. You want more, don't you?" He askes.

Sarvah merely nods.

“Say it. Be a good girl and get rewarded." He calmly demands.

“Yes. Please, don't stop. I need you." She softly answers.

“Good."

He leans over her, pressing the head of his penis against her quivering loins. He reaches down and rubs the head along the vertical lips of her hole, spreading her creamy cum all over the bulbous head of his member. She grips his shoulders tightly, grunting through clenched teeth as she feels him slowly and methodically penetrating her. Leaning ever closer, his bare chest presses against her impressive bust and her black nipples rub against his flesh, further stimulating her.

Gareth drives his large cock into her tight, quivering pussy, sheathing himself inside his she-wolf and causing her to squeal with delight. She gasps as the endowed phallus plows deeply into her, stretching out her vaginal canal; the lips and walls of her love tunnel quickly clamp down on his shaft, gripping him like a snapping turtle. She has become even tighter after her first orgasm, and she hasn't fully recovered, but Gareth isn't stopping. He forces his way into her vagina, stretching her hole to its limit as he drives his organ as deep as it can go.

She tries not to scream as she feels him shove himself deeper and deeper. The powerful thrusts and his large size expel air from her vagina, causing her to flush in embarrassment beneath her fur. Not only does Gareth not seem to notice, he thrusts harder. Sarvah fits her human lover like an undersized elastic glove, and her nerve endings are ecstatic. Rocking his hips and pumping into the wolfess, Gareth loses himself in the moment. He knows that it's wrong, but his connection to the canine Sahvorai, which runs beyond physical pleasure, is too strong to resist.

It doesn't help matters that her body feels as though it were tailor-made for him, and vice versa. With each thrust, he finds himself unable to stop or even regret their carnal act. Sarvah's hands run along his body as he grows damp with sweat, his skin glistening in the sunlight that seeps into the yurt. Her black fur with white colored fingers press against his back as she feels herself building. With her ample breasts smooshed against his chest, their toned bellies rubbing and his hips swaying, thrusting his member into her, she groans in pleasure and rakes his back with her black claws; the red streaks blend with those already made by Kahlera.

He lips kiss the short, soft fur of her neck as he moves along and back to her snout. With a hand fondling a breast and his skillful motions with an ample member, Sarvah finds herself desiring him even more. Growing closer to an explosive orgasm, she now feels that she simply cannot live seven-hundred years without this human as her mate. She can't settle for him becoming a staple lover; Sarvah yearns to sleep beside him and overthrow Kahlera. A jealousy burns inside of her at the mere thought, but each powerful thrust of his phallus expels it from her mind and makes her shiver with delight.

“Mmmmnnngaahh! Gare! I'm, ahh, about to, nng..."

“That's right. Nng. Cum for me. Hff, almost, nng." He grunts.

Wrapping both arms around his neck, she squeals loudly, unable to contain herself. Gareth can both feel and hear her body as it attempts to expel the clear liquid at high velocity from her body; his penis, already rather large but outright oversized when compared to Sarvah's vagina, blocks the flow of her cum. The watery substance squirts from around his member as he moves it swiftly in and out of her, splashing the hot fluid all over his scrotum, her plump buttocks and dripping onto her rug.

He drives himself into her and holds his place. Buried balls deep, Sarvah's surprised and disappointed that he hasn't orgasmed. She was certain he was close. In truth, Gareth was at his peak, but he wants more from his she-wolf. Affectionately nuzzling his cheek with her snout, the pair share truly passionate and loving kisses before Gareth suddenly pulls away. Taking hold of a cylindrical pillow with one hand and one of Sarvah's ankles with the other, he places the pillow by her side at waist level and then rolls her over and onto her belly.

With the pillow holding her upright, the wolfess now lay nearly flat on her belly. Her large breasts sit comfortably on the ground as she holds her torso up with her forearms. With her legs bent at the knees to help keep the pressure off of her stomach from lying on the pillow, her body is literally presented to Gareth. Glancing over her shoulder as he climbs over her, she grows nervous when he rests his knees beside hers but on the outside; he isn't allowing her room to spread herself. As tight as she already is on her lover, she wonders how this will feel. Will it be too much friction and will it hurt, or will she enjoy it?

Leaning forward and pressing his sweaty chest against the now thoroughly damp and matted fur of her back, their bodies are shrouded with a musky odor. He rests one arm before her face and near her neck, running horizontally. His free hand slides down her side and quickly lands upon her plump buttocks. Moving her tail to the side to present him with his prize, Gareth gives one of her ass cheeks a firm smack before taking hold of his member and drawing in. The ample length allows the head of his penis to feel her burning hot and eager nether lips, while holding his member comfortable from the base.

Teasing her opening for a moment, she winces and coils her clawed fingers in preparation. Quickly reaching out, Sarvah snatches a second pillow and brings it toward her, resting it just before her breasts and slightly behind her chin. Leaning in, Gareth kisses her cheek in a strangely affectionate manner. Opening her vibrant blue eyes and looking to him, he nods reassuringly before nuzzling her face affectionately with his nose and kissing her again. Not only is he her most competent lover, he is also tender and caring; it only makes her feelings for him grow stronger.

Now ready, he pushes himself ever so slowly back into his lover's tight hole, spreading her nether lips with his tapering head and enveloping his girthy shaft with her trembling loins. Gritting her teeth and whimpering, her closed legs add considerable tightness and make it a struggle, at least at first. Moving slowly and methodically, Gareth is careful not to hurt his she-wolf, taking great care to allow her time to accommodate him before going to work; just because he is the Master doesn't mean he must be cruel, or that he doesn't love her.

After a little while, Sarvah's whimpering stops and morphs into a soft moaning, then a steady and loud groaning. With both arms now supporting him, the other sliding beneath her body and underneath her ample breasts horizontally, he rocks his hips and pumps his sizeable member into and out of her quivering pussy. Her mouth agape, Sarvah drools as she gasps for breath, overcome by the pleasure bestowed upon her by her new mate. With his chest against her back and his arms around her, she feels more comfortable and desired than she has in many years.

Nuzzling her face and kissing her softly as he pummels her loins with his girthy organ, Sarvah's body tremors lightly as her pleasure grows, her shivering growing more intense with each stroke. As the pleasure reaches a peak, she bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes, wincing in preparation. Her body shifts, jostling beneath her lover as he plows her small pussy with his exceptional cock, her toes curling and her legs vibrating.

“Nnngggaaahhhh!" She cries out.

Grunting and groaning, Gareth's lips curl as he feels her female ejaculation, her body attempting to expel the hot, water-like substance once again and failing. With wet plopping sounds as he pumps into his lover's taut loins, she squeals and wriggles beneath him, clawing at her frontmost pillow and the rug she lay upon. The dripping of her fluids onto the rug and the accompanying sounds of their mating only holds her climax in place, drawing it out for far longer than she knew possibly.

Grunting louder, Gareth pumps harder and faster, really working Sarvah's body as he rams his member into and out of her body. Her toes spread apart and claw at the rug before curling yet again. She can't believe the pleasure her mate is providing her, no longer able to contain her sounds of ecstasy as he uses her like he owns her.

“Nng, almost. Hff, about to… Nngg!" He grunts.

“Aahh! Please, hff, give me, hff, your seed, nngahh!" She squeals.

“I'm, nng, I'm gonna… NNGGAAHHH!!!" He roars.

“Aaahhh!"

Sarvah's claws dig into her rub and her eyes grow wide, her gaping maw crying out as Gareth slams his cock into her quivering pussy. Sheathing himself completely within her loins, his scrotum and full balls pressing tightly against her nether lips and clitoris, he winces from the sensation. Jet after powerful jet floods Sarvah's body with the incredible volume formerly contained within his testicles. Blasting through the opening of her cervix and filling the space, her orgasm, which had never ceased, triples in intensity.

Her entire body quakes and she drops her head, moaning with pleasure. Feeling her lover filling her as he lay over her back, holding her in his arms like his prized possession, Sarvah feels submissive to a male for the first time in her life and loves it. Her submission to Gareth only deepens their bonding experience. Gently squeezing her body and nuzzling his lover, he feels enamored with the woman who lay so willfully beneath him; it makes him feel both more masculine and appreciated.

Sarvah, meanwhile, finds her heart strangely yearning for the human male and his affection and approval. Lying beneath him and wrapped in his arms, she feels safe and cared for, which in its own unique way empowers her. She is his mate, and though she would now follow his commands, accepts his seed and gladly bear his children, the thought of him caring for and protecting her gives her a feeling of love and belonging she has yet to find, even while leading her own people.

As the pleasure subsides and the lovers catch their breath, she suddenly remembers that Gareth is marching north to find the Crystalline Hall, with Kahlera. Already emotionally bound to the feline Sahvorai, the adulterous couple are at an impasse. Slowly pulling out of his she-wolf, Gareth glances down to see a vagina that both quickly returns to its normal size and also refuses to release his seed. Avoiding the pain and frustration of the obvious complication, he lay down beside her, only to be offered a pillow.

Taking the cylindrical cushion that sat below Sarvah's chin as he mated with her, he lay his head down and slips an arm around her. Verbally claiming the pillow that say near her loins, Sarvah uses that for her own head. After gazing at each other for a moment and sharing several passionate kisses, she rolls over and slides back against him. With his arms locking around her, the pair fit together like hand-in-glove, snuggling with each other. As many more Sahvorai arise and prepare to strike camp, the couple get up.

It was enjoyable to pretend that everything was fine and that they were merely mating in their own yurt, but it's time to prepare. As Gareth collects his clothes, he silently fears the Sahvorai senses. He isn't even certain that they are more powerful than a human's, but it wouldn't matter if they were the same; he can smell Sarvah's body, and the musk of their genitalia and cum all over him. Glancing over at her lover, the wolfess has an idea what is bothering him. As he prepares to dress, Sarvah stops him, resting a hand on a forearm and subtly shaking her head.

With his attention gained, she moves toward a small chest within her yurt and lifts the unlocked lid. Reaching inside, she collects a moderately sized hide pouch. Returning to her lover, she stands before him, still as naked as the day she was born. Looking down at the pouch, which she holds in the palm of her hand, she grins and softly chuckles.

“What have you got there?" He asks.

“It is special incense. It's an expensive and rare combination that is used for one purpose." She begins.

“And what's that?"

“It will mask the smell of mating. By taking a handful of powder and rubbing it around our genitals and over our bodies, the dust will collect the scent and replace it with a subtly, flowery aroma." She continues, opening the pouch. “It's rare and expensive, but thankfully I was able to trade for the recipe." She takes a handful of incense and examines the unassuming ochre powder. “I had hoped to use it often, but my position as leader and my general pickiness prevented me from taking a lover in... Far longer than I would care to admit." She grins.

“You get to use it now." He remarks.

“For how long?" She asks with a melancholy sigh.

Taking her into his arms, Gareth gives her a gentle squeeze and lovingly kisses her cheek.

“For as long as we decide."

“Do you regret me?" She asks.

“I should..." He laments. “But I can't. You're special to me, and for more than just mating."

“So are you." She murmurs, stroking his back.

After a brief silence, Gareth shudders as Sarvah suddenly takes the incense and rubs it onto his back. She quickly apologizes, forgetting the wounds; she is unsure what the powder feels like when rubbed upon cuts, scratches or burns, but she can safely assume by his reaction that it isn't pleasant. Moving around his sides and toward his chest, she covers him in a thin layer of powder before taking the time to very methodically rub the substance over the shaft and around his genitals with her fingertips.

With Gareth covered and musk free, she begins to treat herself, but Gareth stops her. As though wishing to further bond with her, or perhaps merely to repay a solid, he takes the pouch and collects some incense. He rubs some very carefully around and over her large breasts, then her toned belly, her inner thighs, and then over her back and shoulders. Soon, she has only a faint aroma of flowers, as does he; none will be the wiser.

“Now what? We're covered in dust."

“Watch." Sarvah says with a sinister grin.

Taking a hand, she brushes the caked powder from his body and it falls to the ground, indistinguishable from dry soil. The soft and pleasant smell, however, remains behind. Gareth does the same for Sarvah, running his hands softly over her body until she too is free from the incense powder. Standing there naked and scent free, they look to each other for a moment. Leaning in, Gareth takes her into his arms, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest. With her arms locking around him in turn, the lovers embrace and simply hold each other for what feels like only a few moments, though it is actually several minutes.

“We should probably get dressed at some point." Gareth remarks.

“Yes. We should" Sarvah murmurs, stroking his back.

Naomi wakes the next morning as Kahlera places a meal of cooked venison, lettuce and bread near her head. Naomi sits up and looks at the food, then back to Kahlera. Kahlera smiles at her and brushes a strand of hair from here face. Naomi smiles back; Kahlera's presence is strangely comforting.

“Eat. We will be leaving soon. They are already packing up most of the camp." Kahlera says softly.

“Okay." Naomi says as she rubs her eyelids.

Kahlera pats Naomi's shoulder softly and moves across the yurt where she continues packing supplies. Outside, Gareth stands with Volaren, helping him load wooden crates onto the oxen driven carts. Sarvah approaches the two.

“Hello, Gareth." She says with a smile.

She merely nods to Volaren, who steps away from them.

“Hi again, Sarvah." Gareth says with a wave. “You know, you don't need to say the whole name. I don't really like it anyway." He adds.

“What should I call you then?" Sarvah asks, genuinely curious.

“Gare! We are almost ready." Kahlera calls out from the yurt before stepping outside.

“That works." Gareth says, tilting his head to Kahlera.

“Alright then." Sarvah nods.

She can't help but giggle; she's already inadvertently called him that name several times. It's often all that she can choke out when being dominated and pleasured by him.

“Well… What a pleasant surprise…" Kahlera says sarcastically as she approaches the two.

“It is nice to see you too." Sarvah grins sinisterly. “Have a pleasant sleep?"

“I would, if we had done much sleeping last night. I am actually still quite sore." Kahlera taunts her with an equally malevolent smirk.

The two women glare at each other for a moment. Gareth looks nervously between the two. Sarvah's mind races back to her sexual encounter with Gareth. She has already had him right where she wanted him, multiple times, and she will most certainly have him again in the future. Sarvah almost cannot help but laugh at the little cat-girl, who thinks that she can take Gareth away from her for good. Perhaps she's forgotten that Sarvah never loses?