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Alsa, the slate gray leopardess, suddenly stretched her arms above her head. Long, slender fingers unraveled and reached up towards the ceiling of the underground abode. Her elbows bent slightly, reaching to the side in alternating motions that worked her arms from their stiff kinks. Deep in the stretch, a long, wavering yawn left her lips while a hand worked over her eyes to rub away that tiredness that seemed to clung to them.

Her braid hung loose after a long night of idly tinkering with it as she worked, letting strands of blonde escape and kiss against the soft fur of her neck before she loosened it completely and let the locks run down her back in a cascade of gold. Her eyes swept over her work table again, refreshing her memory once more on the preparation for the spells she'd been studying with the creamy papers spread over the backdrop of deep, amber colored wood. All night, she'd poured over the fading transcripts until the words for the incantations breathed out in a single exhale, streaming together into an effortless flow. Now, settling back, she could still see the pages in her mind, memorized perfectly.

Twisting, the feline looked back towards the bed where a mass of black fur covered the bed. Fenrir's head tucked beneath one of his legs, only letting the coal-shaped lump of his nose poke out while long breaths puffed out. Fast asleep, he looked harmless and merely oversized, though Alsa knew better. She knew the strength and powerful he possessed, but her preparation wasn't against him, it was for defense on their journey forward.

Now prepared, she stood. Her hands briefly tugged on her leather pants, smoothing them down before letting her soft tunic flutter beneath. Shucking another leather vest around her chest so that her breasts squeezed inward, pushing together beneath the lacing of the bodice. She leaned into the other half of the room. "Fenrir! Up!"

His head lifted, showing glowing yellow eyes for a solid minute before he blinked with a look that said, "Hmm?"

"Come on, we've got to go now." Alsa demanded, voice solid and firm, but light. She laced her boots with fingers blurring quickly before, knots tied, she straightened up. "We're going sparring. My spells are prepared and I need you to spar with me on the defensive ones. Practice makes perfect."

Fenrir stretched. His massive body dwarfed the bed as his hips lifted up. Arching his back, his body stretched towards the ceiling till his nose scraped into it briefly. Then, he jumped to the female's side. His massive body seemed to dwarf her, but she didn't flinched at his sudden closeness. Faintly, she could smell the musk of his masculine body, wafting out with the rich scent that clung to his fur and skin constantly. "What spells have you prepared?"

Stepping to the side, she gestured towards the door before heading out, leaving the oversized legendary wolf to follow behind before she looked back with a faint smile and eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough!"

Heading towards the field, Alsa's hip swung side to side in a pendulum motion. Fenrir's eyes tracked her motion like a playful kitten while his tail swished behind him. His paws lightly swatted at her heels, making her chuckle even through her focused mindset. Her tail would twitch, lightly smacking to his cheek before darting away from his snapping jaws. Together, they crossed the half mile distance in quick time and few words, but both were in chipper, energetic moods.

Trotting along behind her and playing, Fenrir appeared like an oversized pet, but once there when the leopardess pointed him to a spot with instructions to spar, he set into a ready position. His eyes stopped watching her hips and instead her eyes. His gaze washed over her entire body, ready to anticipate her motions.

"Ready?" Alsa asked, rolling her shoulders back and spreading her legs slightly. The words she'd memorized swam behind her eyes and hummed through her mind. Fenrir gave a little bob of his head, licking his teeth slowly.

"Okay!" Her eyes narrowed, staring out at her opponent before her lips shifted. Whispering beneath her breath, she channeled the incantation for an illusion spell. Instead of seeing the sharp outline of her gray fur against the backdrop of the pale blue sky, Fenrir suddenly saw only the grass shifting with wind. Brief flashes of the leopardess showed where the wind seemed to twil strangely in the air where her tail moved, but she remained otherwise imperceptible.

Fenrir snarled, showing the massive shape of his fangs with a deep growl. He shifted forward, trying to pinpoint where the leopardess had gone, but she'd circled around him already. Unable to place her, his nose flared to track her scent. "An illusion spell, huh? Have you accounted for any traceable scents you have?" He asked, a smug twitch pulling up the corner of his mouth.

Her fingers pulled up, acting as a point of focus as another spell channeled into his groin that acted quickly, quicker once she realized that her scent in fact could direct an attacker to her. "I won't need to." She said, alerting him of her location just as her spell hit home.

A sudden heat started in the wolf's crotch. It spread first with just a faint tingle of warmth like when one begins to blush and they can feel the skin turning pink. Then, it deepened to a red. It felt like the kiss of a fire that one sat too close to, but before long, the heat became like that of a female, an orgsmic, all-encompassing heat that blanked his mind and flushed the skin not just of his sex but all over beneath his blanketing fur.

He felt a rush, a zing shoot down his entire body till all his focus seemed to shift to the hot sensation spreading out through his crotch. instead of searching the field for his 'attacker' his eyes swung down to his crotch with bewilderment. His sheath throbbed and tingled. He could feel the tip slipping forward, the hot red of his cock head showing as it eased out from its furry covering. Confusion clouded his eyes, momentarily fading away his concentration on the challenge, but he tried to refix his eyes back onto the leopard as he'd noticed her presence behind him. "Oh come on..." He grumbled, feeling a sudden moment of deja vu to their first meeting. Instead of depending on pain to knock out her opponent, Alsa had long depended on the power of pleasure to remove someone from a fight. He suddenly rushed back to their first meeting, to the first touch of her hand gliding down his stomach. She'd seemed so small, so dainty, he'd thought he could just kill her and escape from her binding, but she'd played him. Her fingers, like velvet, had worked him so perfectly, but then her magic... Fenrir growled with sudden pleasure of the memory that rushed back clear as the day he currently lived in. He could recall the exact tug of her fingers on him, teasing his tip out from the sheath and stroking along it. Her soft fur caressed along the sensitive skin, only adding more texture to her switching motions, steady strokes working over him in unique ways.

Smiling faintly, though with her mind set on her task, Alsa bit at her lip with focus and amusement intertwining. Her illusion spell flickered and began to fade, but the other spell weakened Fenrir to the point of no longer being a threat. The energy she channeled went straight into his groin, pure, unhindered energy. Instead of the energy of arousal coming from the tension of hands, tongue, or sex the arousal came in its purest form, feeding straight into him. The arousal set his crotch to life, but only freed his mind to chase after his sexual fantasies, to rekindle old memories. It was like a command all to cum. Everything he had to get such a job done would surface.

His cock flared faster. The tip that had parted out from his sheath soon led the rest of his massive, bobbing shaft. The red glowed against the dark backdrop of his midnight black fur while his knees wobbled. A faint whimper escaped his lips, unsure how to respond to the flood of sensation. His balls suddenly seemed to ache while a churning sensation burbled through them. He could suddenly remember clear as day the sensation of her magically summoned muscle to cover the first few inches, suckling over the thick girth of his cock with a hot, clenching mouth. His balls churned, cum seeme to gurgle inside them with need, longing for release. He felt hornier than he had that day in the cave. He'd never felt so pent up in his life. The need that built over years and years doubled. His mind blurred. His cock twitched. His long tongue lolled out of his mouth. He could remember every fragment of their first memory together. He could feel the little kisses to his base from her illusioned mouth. He felt the gentle squeeze of fingers on his balls, massaging them, urging the cum to escape while the tongue moved down, licking over the musky surface.

Precum suddenly spurted out onto the field. The thick, needy jizz clung to the grass and glistened beneath the sun. Fenrir's eyes were half-lidded, barely present in his true location and instead lingering in fantasy. He felt his desperation for that moment, still chained in to cave with her tempting him, threatening to leave him still chained there and merely dribbling precum needily without pleasure. He felt that same, mind numbing need to cum. Faintly, he whimpered into the air. The wind picked up, covering the sound of his little whimpers while his precum steadily leaked. A puddle began to form beneath him, thick globs of his lubrication. His entire body clung to that imagined, remembered moment. He bucked his hips into that invisible mouth once again. He felt its tight, vice like grip on his shaft. He felt the hot breath of its owner washing out over his. Throbbing, twitching his cock couldn't stand it anymore.

He exploded. A rope of cum broke through the air. It stream out from beneath him, marking his chin and clinging onto the fur there to give him a smeared, white beard before the next stream landed into the grass, creating a path of white underneath the massive, lumbering wolf.

Fenrir panted hard, waiting to feel that glow and ache of release, the pleasantness of finally, at last, being content. Instead, the same arousal stayed there. His cock hadn't gone limp, instead it still oozed with precum. Behind, Alsa stares, watching as her spell is channeled into him, still feeding him that arousal unwaveringly.

His mind didn't even pause. A smooth transition led one track into the other as Fenrir felt his nose suddenly twitching and jumping. His brain filled with the rich scent of the feline and every female he'd ever tasted. His tongue drooled against his chin with a sudden burst of arousal. He felt phantom voices in his head, imagined, fantasized creations: "Cum for me, Fenrir! Fill me with your spunk! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

His next orgasm hit him like a train. His cock barely stopped leaking with leftovers from last time before he felt another explosion send cum spraying out from his cock head. His dick was bobbing, getting the droplets of jizz onto his stomach and thighs. The fur beneath, with droplets of his cum dangling from them, smeared flat to his body in messy traces of orgasm. His mind seemed to blank, only hearing the distant sound of his own howls ringing out in the air with an intense, lasting orgasm. Instead of being able to even retaliate on the attacker that Alsa was meant to play as, he couldn't even remember he might have an opponent, his entire mind focused instead on the clutches of pleasure that held him.

When his cock calmed, bobbing still stiff to his stomach, Fenrir wobbled on his knees. His eyes sunk lowered, but his entire body still buzzed with need. He could taste female in his mouth. He could smell need, hear that echoing begging still in his mind. "Cum for me! Cum!" Someone cried to him, yet at the same time, he could hear Alsa's remembered voice, telling him she'd leave him desperate with precum leaking on the floor. His balls were swinging beneath him, moving with the unnoticed bucking of his hips. Fenrir found himself too lost in his own mind, a cloud of arousal, to even realize that he was outside. He didn't feel the sunshine on his back, backing the dark fur to heat to a toasty temperature instead he felt the clench of an imagined woman and the pulsing, unwavering sensation of his cock. He didn't hear Alsa muttering to herself, keeping her concentration on channeling the spell or the further off sound of birds cawing with confusion at the scene in their field that kept them from hunting the mice that were tittering nervously at the sight of the shaking wolf, instead he heard the lewd sucking of a slutty muzzle. He heard the slap of bodies, the pop of his knot entering, the squelch of a wet, leaking cunt. He couldn't see the grass swimming together with the blue sky in front of him because of his squinting eyes, instead he saw the glimpse of Alsa's furry, pussy lips in front of him, glistening and wet from his tongue between her folds, or the pert shape of her ass showing, or the opening of her mouth with a sudden moan that contorted her entire face that meant one thing- orgasm.

Then, he shook again. This time, his knees did more than wobble. He slumped to the side with another guttural cry. His howl rang out in the air. His cock jumped and sent out streams of watery cum that sparkled on the grass like sexual glitter. The pressure that spurted out of him rivaled the first orgasm, even though a mere minute separated them. His cum seemed to dwindle slightly, only a weak two spurts emptying him this round. Laying against the grass on his side, his toes twitched and his body seemed to relax.

Alsa swore beneath her breath, muttering louder. Her own energy faltered only slightly, added with the faint distraction of the sex scent in the air that had her own thighs wet within her trousers and her tongue tucked to the side of her muzzle in an ignored need to pant. With practiced concentration, the feline pushed her own arousal into energy for the spell, in a sense gifting him what she felt in addition to converting mere energy and concentration into arousal through the spell. The cocktail sent him over the edge. The massive wolf, with his dark fur glinting with the sun twinkling above, writhed against the sun. His entire body clung to the orgasm. His teeth, thick, chunky fangs clenched inside his jaws. His toes curled, crushing his sharp nails into the earth and tearing through the soft, layer of grass. His back arched, thrusting his hips forward towards an imagined partner until his knot felt like it'd pop, so swollen and pulsing.

Another orgasm just seemed to break through him right away. His precum may have been cum still leaking from the previous orgasm as another how broke out, a weaker cry. His voice warbled in the air, filling Alsa's ears as she squinted further to maintain focus. The musky scent of cum seemed to overwhelm even the natural scents that filled the field. The scent of grass couldn't even be found beneath the blanket of masculine musk that wafted out from the spasming beast. His cum spurted out again, a liquid burst that sprinkled over the earth. The wolf shivered, shaking with the strength of the combined orgasms. His legs twitched with the finish, but weakly. His body slumped totally into the body, exhaustion sending him into the ground further until his head rested against a pile of his own mess.

His breathing washed over the grass, rustling it while his body seemed to try to rev up again. His cock, still rock hard, oozed against his stomach. Even though he'd just finished, and exhaustion seemed to blanket over him entirely, Fenrir's hips gave small, weak squirming. His jaw hung open, rasping with every breath, but still the magic was forcing him to another finish. His ears folded back, a hoarse moan leaving before his body suddenly began to shake. Instead of arching, his back merely quivered. His tail danced behind him, the only body part that moved more than his spasming, exploding dick. This time, the orgasm dwindled quickly,with just a trickle of cum leaking from the tip as Fenrir whimpered into the grass.

Finally, totally spent, the wolf slumped forward even further. His cock still throbbed and ached with the beat of his heart making it twitch as blood pulsed madly to it, keeping him stiff and ready for another orgasm; however,his body had given up. His eyes sunk completely closed and everything went limp at last while sleep enveloped him in a rush.

At first, Alsa sat back in the grass, satisfied she'd be able to utilize the spell and resting up herself. Strolling to the nearby stream, she hunched down, splashing water over her face till the little fur of her face dripped faintly and a refreshing chill had run down her spine. Refreshed, she sat back, drinking from her freshly re-filled canteen. "That worked well.." She mused, rubbing her forehead and relaxing back further until her shoulder settled into the grass. Her mind ran back over the scene in the field, watching as Fenrir's body went through orgasm after orgasm. Every, single one seemed to be as intense as the one before, even though his body had tired. "That was an impressive result, actually." She mused to herself, rubbing her hands down her own body. Her fingers worked to her thighs, briefly rubbing over her pants at where her sex ached beneath. Beneath the leather, hidden under fabric, she knew her own sex was puffy and engorged with need. She could feel the wetness gathering on her lower lips, slipping between them and soaking into her panties. "It was kinda hot too..." She flushed slightly picturing herself for a moment stripping out of the leather and sinking into the river instead of leaving its bank. She imagined the pleasure of release, relaxing utterly as she got a taste of what had Fenrir passed out in the field. But, with a shake of her head, she leaned back over and splashed her face again, "But enough of that. I should get back."

Then, standing she headed back to the field expecting to see a groggy Fenrir coming too, but instead she found him exactly where she'd left him. "Woah, knocked him out," Alsa muttered, shucking off her vest and letting her breasts relax within her loose tunic. Idly, her fingers cupped around them, squeezing for a second before she turned towards the woods at the edge of the field, "Hmm..Guess I can relax a bit till he wakes up."

So, the feline settled onto the grass, letting the wolf sleep...and sleep... and sleep. As the hours stretched together, Alsa found herself drifting off into a short, light nap and when she woke, the afternoon had faded into early evening.

Even as the sun began to set, Fenrir continued to sleep and developed a faint snore of deep, unwavering slumber. Instead of waking up, he seemed to only sink into a deeper sleep. With a faint grin, Alsa began to set up camp around him, chuckling softly. "Guess that really took something out of him." She thought, giggling a little as she set up a small fire place at the impact of the little defense spell on the great beast. "Taken out not by battle, sword or fist, but by repeated orgasms." She joked quietly, smirking at his sleeping form.

Later, when the faint rush of night time settled over and the flames flickered in front of her, Alsa's hands ran down her front again. "Well, since we're here for the night..." She mused, "I'd like at least one orgasm for myself."

As her fingers snuck into her pants, Alsa swore that Fenrir actually groaned tiredly at the word orgasm. "Heh, the one time orgasm might not be a good word."