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I had plenty of nightmares on my travels in the recent days and weeks. Only crossing the west border and escaping the Kingdom of Cyrilia has lifted some of that burden, which had been with me ever since I had met the spawn of hell known as Lilith. Some mornings, I wished I hadn't killed her, only so that I could enjoy ripping her throat open one more time. The desire was sometimes so strong I could feel the taste and smell of her blood seeping into my muzzle - as if her soul clung to me ever since I ended her.

Amand had a burden of his own to carry. First time killing is never easy, even if he seemed to be coping well. But I couldn't tell for sure, as the hunk of fur is sometimes not as easy to read as I like to think, and he avoided the subject whenever I asked. And not only that. Before we crossed the border, I kept shooting down his questions about the direction of our travels. But once we sneaked through, I couldn't leave him hanging any more. At least not for long.

The new kingdom we entered, Agnola, I knew nothing of, bar its name inscribed on the map, and the fact that morphs were wide and rare there. We both packed enough food to last us at least a week, and we made our way through the thick woods, all of the birds chirping in the delicious decadence of spring. I have even seen a fox in the distance, sniffing at some wild flowers. A feral animal of a big fluffy tail, vividly orange coat of fur and four mischievous paws, as the animal stirred and tramped the forest grass in a hasty getaway, faster than a sharp gush of air that washes over one's nose.

I looked at my own hands, slowly and with a frightening thoroughness, feeling as if the fur coating them, and the sharp claws protruding from my fingertips, were never really meant to be a part of me.

Saturday, 15th May 830 / Kingdom of Agnola

I could tell he wanted to ask again, his ears twitched and his lips were tightly sealed together; all tell-tale signs of his inner battle with hesitation. He let out one, almost inaudible, low pitched whine, and what followed was a stream of badly articulated words. "Okay, I know I'm asking all the time. But you could, at least hint at, where, in the hell, we are wandering to?" A pause, filled with only his whistling breathing. "You never tell me anything...do you even want me around?"

It was high noon, the sun brightly burning down upon us through the blooming tree leafs coating the sparsely grown portion of the woods. And combined with his words, it all formed a perfect unison of nauseating discomfort.

"First of all." I took a quick, shallow breath. "I keep you around because you stick to me like a tail."

His fangs peeked from under his lips. "That's...That's what you have me for? A tail!?"

I leaned back against a tree, the conversation impossible to handle while walking. For a second, I lost track of what I wanted, running my finger pads along the scars of the tree bark. It was rough and sharp, reminding me of...something, distant, yet oddly familiar; I couldn't pinpoint what.

I growled, "Could you shut up, wolf?"

"Oh yes, of course. I'm just a meat to fuck you. Good for nothing else." The disdain in his tone hurt me more than his words.

I shouted loud, "Stop it, you bastard wolf!" With the fall of my voice's last echo, I dug my claws into the tree bark behind me. The last thing I wanted was lashing out my culminated anger at him. "You're the only person I do care about! More, than just by the cock length he can shove into me." My stare fell down from his eyes, stopping at the ground he was standing on.

Etching my claws profoundly into the rustling tree, I hesitated. Was I really going to tell him? My stomach tied into a knot, but at the sight of his hopeful eyes, I tried to carry on talking. "None of my lovers had truly accepted me. Without exception. And, some-" A violent tremble quaked my throat. "Met their end by my hands...once they realised I actually am the whore I appear to be. Once they...got to truly know me."

Amand's eyes slowly widened as he stood stoic in place. Not even his tail moved.

"They...." It was harder and harder for me to talk. "I don't know. As if they expected I'd change for them. I hated it when they tried to take control over me. I...dammit."

Amand took a step forward. His naked foot picked up a cloud of dirt, and lifting the other, he made another hesitant step, leaving deep claw marks in the grainy forest floor. He outstretched his hand, his fingers reaching for my shoulder.

In a firm voice, he exclaimed, "Sorry. I don't want to push you. But I can't live alongside you like this either."

"And if I tell you...."

Amand sighed, squeezing my shoulder. And strangely, I welcomed his touch. I sat down at a pronounced tree root rising from the depths of the ground, pulling my short tailed companion next to me.

"Where do I even start." My vixen lips tingled as I spoke, "I was always a slutty vixen. Always."

I rubbed my ring firmly, the golden, rune marked gift that allowed me to fuck anyone. Anywhere. "I never really understood why he had given it to me."

"Why you never speak of your mother?" Amand's low growl quaked through my chest.

I gulped softly. "We were growing ever distant as I was growing up. Really, when I think of it, it's ridiculous. She was whorish as hell. The evenings home were usually snarky comments on who she cheated my father on with again. Just... strange. She never said a foul word to me. Her reading bedtime stories to me are the most fond memories of my childhood." I cringed at myself. "Dragons, and stuff."

Amand's sincere smile reassured me to go on.

"It was only my father she treated like dirt. Maybe I didn't like that. I always saw him as a noble fox. Not that I cared at that point in my life. A teenage fox like me only cared whose cum tasted the best on my tongue. Whether the red-fox across the village, or the white-fox next door with a tattoo on his belly."

I clasped Amand's hand firmly in my own, and the warmth seeping from his palm comforted my mind.

My lips tingled again, and along with it, a hole of a long hidden pain opened up deep within my chest. "So...I really didn't know how to feel when she passed away. My father, it destroyed him. He lost all will to live. And me..." I couldn't help but to close my eyes. "That was the point of my life I started selling myself. How numb I've grown. I think...I can't say, really-"

He softly said, "Shhh. Look, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"But I do." I stroked the side of his pointy muzzle. "I didn't care one bit back then. Now, I feel sorry. But back then...I can only imagine how he felt, my mother passed away, and I, his only daughter, whoring herself like mad. It didn't take long for the townsfolk to take notice. You know how it is, people love to point fingers."

He added, sad, "I do, perhaps a bit too well."

"After a while, our gold reserves burned out completely. People stopped respecting him, and he lost his post as a member of our guard. One night, he joked that my whoring is the only thing keeping us afloat. At least, I thought he was joking; gold wasn't the main reason I was selling myself. But could he know? As lifeless his eyes were during the last month, he probably didn't."

The incredible sadness within me needed an outlet. A trickle of fresh tears run down from my eye, curving about my cheek. Amand whined in compassion.

"Gosh...That morning. That day. I woke up, I remember clearly; the cum stains of my last fuck pulling nastily at my fur. I hoped to get some water to wash myself, when I almost tripped over something on my way out of bed. A small chest, so heavy, I couldn't lift it without almost breaking my back. You know what was in it? Gold. And how much of it." I glanced into Amand's eyes. "There were thousands upon thousands. I couldn't believe it. And stuck in all of the glittering coins, a single note. 'A parting gift for my only daughter. Leave me drifting, but never forget me. For my little Marcella.' What in all depths of hell was I to make of that?"

"He just...left?"

"Yes. Well. I waited two days. I longed so much for him to return. In those two days I realised, I had no one but him. All those damn foxes I spent time with...for them, I was just trash to fuck. With the reputation I had picked up for myself, even the kind mannered ones- Never mind. I think I told you how I loved to fire from fathers bow all the time. And that the old fox took to training me, once he found out."

The wolf curved the corners of his mouth into a fond, cheek lifting smile. "Yes. You always go on for hours, how he beat you by one point in your challenges."

The pleasant memories of arrow filled evenings manifested unannounced in my mind, two grey-foxes, a father and daughter, training into the night and teasing each other to no end.

Since the lone tear staining my facial fur had vanished, the sensitive truth of me was a bit easier to relay into my lover's ears. "After those two days I picked up, taking my training bow and sword with me. I had no armour back then, but some sturdy clothing had to do. I hid the chest, took some of the gold with me, and I went looking after my father. You should have seen my enthusiasm. I thought nothing could get in my way. Nothing. How...foolish, was I."

He stirred in his place, sliding down from the tree root onto the muddy ground. "And you embarked on your journey...that's why you're travelling?"

"That is not all, but...yes."

"You know I'd love to help?" His voice was sincere, albeit a bit unsure.

I felt nausea bubbling up my throat. "That is something I had given up on."

"Why? This wolf can sniff him out, if you let him."

"No." I distanced from him. "I checked, everywhere. Look, I spent almost seven years looking for the bastard. The trail had run cold in Ferlow. I searched, I asked, I fucked...I just had to give it up." I sighed, my hands trembling. I latched onto the exposed tree root with my paws. "I wandered aimlessly for several weeks, my sanity slipping. I did the usual, making gold with my tail, but with every passing day, I felt more and more lonely. The cheap sex washed away the hollowness only for so long. I had to do something. Anything."

I rose from the ground. Sitting on the root fatigued me greatly, and I stretched my body, several joints cracking sharply. "Come on." I gestured Amand to get up. "I'll talk as we walk. I could use some inn to sleep for the night."

He stomped to my side. "Sure."

"I bought a leather journal, thinking...that if I started writing there, I could make sense of things. But I couldn't bring myself to. I always just kept staring at the blank pages, pencil in hand...when I said to myself: damn it. And I hunted me some male to entertain me instead."

"Hunted?" he chuckled. "I always thought you...you know, simply let them have you."

We found a badly tended forest trail, made of sharp stones and here and there marked with a wooden signpost. The stones dug into my feet even through my boots. To spare our paws the pain, we walked in the lush grass alongside it, intent on finding a village or a lone inn.

"I would be gold-less with an approach like that, skimpy tail." I frowned at him. "I'll never get to the bottom of things if you keep distracting me. So?"

He groaned submissively. "I'm listening."

"I started doing mercenary work more than before. Shame is, no one ever seemed to want me for those tasks, with the exception of delivering chests or messages. I delivered maybe five letters before I was fed-up. Women get no respect in mercenary work, sadly."

"You ever tried any tournaments?" he asked, wagging his tail.

"What use," I exclaimed lifeless. "I have to take half the organizers to bed just to enter. Might as well bend over for the judges to win, and be done with it. Anyway, it really was hopeless, I had nowhere to turn to, so, I scoured big cities, to see if I could get some actual assignments. And...about a month later, I met you."

He perked his ears proudly, as if the wolf took pride in being part of my life. His grainy voice had a dreamy undertone. "Oh.. an encounter with a vixen like you leaves one dazzled. Heh, I guess I know what you mean with the hunting."

"Hm?" I deliberately let him hanging. The mischievous me.

"I was. How to put it." He struggled to voice himself. "Well, a female giving herself so bluntly, I expected something foul. But, wow, the way you move and talk when you want someone...it's impossible to resist."

My cheeks flushed with warmth. "Are you courting with me? Because I like it."

An annoyed growl wasn't what I expected of him. "How come every conversation with you ends in sex?"

"That is simply how I am." I laughed. "Don't tell me you mind?"

"Actually, I do. Every time I try talking serious with you, you smooth talk me into knotting you."

My tail swished in the air angrily, not of my command, but portraying my emotions nonetheless. "Amand-"

"No. Where are we heading? Are we looking for you father?" He said in a commanding voice, not giving me much of a chance to respond. "And if not, where to? Your home village, some old friend? Or an assignment you decided not to tell me about?"

"Look, I-"

He caught my hand and dragged me to a halt. "Give me something, anything. Or what?" He gave me a bone chilling gaze, something wicked and feral playing in his eyes. "Am I supposed to choose for you? Grab you by that slutty tail and drag you somewhere where it makes sense?"

I took a step back, my heart picking pace. I looked again in his brown eyes, they were fully glazed over and dull, Amand's expression more resembling an actual feral wolf than a well mannered morph.

He snarled, "It is starting to make sense. Rough in bed, rough in life. Is it? You want to be forced and dominated?"

I couldn't believe my ears. In the back of my head was a thought, fear, that I would be eventually adding even that wolf to my permanent list of lovers.

"Bastard!" I threw my palm against the wolfs cheek. It slapped meatily into his face and threw his muzzle to the side.

I cursed again, "Filthy wolf!" Still in motion, I hit him in the other cheek with the back of my hand. And despite giving it all my strength, he only flinched in place.

A single tear moistened in the corner of his eye, growing bigger in time with his wheezing sobs. With anyone else, I'd be already on my way, ditching the filth. But with him, I grew only ever more conflicted.

He hid his face behind his hands, rubbing his fur firmly. "Leave it to me, to destroy everything...damn it!"

I was nowhere near close to ditching him, not with what we had went through. "What was that? The hell is with you, Amand?"

"I'm a wolf...what could you expect." He exhaled soundly, blowing hot air all the way into my face. "I'm sorry. Please. I...lost control."

I remembered what feral states other wolves switched into. Compared to them, Amand was a high noble toting a monocle.

"I sometimes forget that you're an actual wolf," I joked, hoping to comfort us both.

"If this was the first time...I've done some bad things like this," he whimpered in a high tone. "I did not hurt you, did I?"

"Only my pride." I gently caressed the sore spot on his muzzle - where I had given him the taste of my hand.

"Thank the gods." He stroked me all over with his paws. "You wouldn't believe how many times I attacked Marat like this. He's got a scar on his back, all thanks to me. Not to mention...." He looked somewhere to the side, beyond the forest, in the direction of sun filled grass plains. "I broke Saya's new lover's fangs off. The old chief, may the wise wolf rest in peace, almost kicked me out of the tribe for that. Of course, Marat saved my ass...."

I teased, "So you didn't tell me everything before, huh?"

The wolf looked back at me, biting his lip. "...no...sorry. But from now on, I will."

I licked my teeth playfully, wanting to mock him for the slurs he had said to me. "So, Marat was the first to rip your backside open?"

He barked back, "Yes, and I believe I had already told you that."

"I'm making sure, liar."

"Slut."

We completely forgot of the subjects we were discussing, strolling onward through the hilly grass plains and thinly grown forests secluded in shallow valleys. Travelling further west we found a stream of clear water descending from the only higher mountain around, and before we crossed a simple bridge built of wooden sticks leading over it, we filled our flasks to take a drink. I couldn't do other than to smirk, remembering what streams and wolves combined resulted for me. I looked at skimpy tail, who was lapping water from his hands, and he too was wearing that knowing smirk on his face.

Some way further, where the trees covering our way doubled in number, we opened the touchy subjects of our lives again. I was the first to start. "Is there anything you'd want to pursue in these travels, Skimpy Tail?"

He furrowed his brow. "Hmm. I can't really think of anything. I'd really like to see your home kingdom. And...to be honest, I want to see if all the vixens are as...delicious as you."

"And you said I steer every conversation into sex."

His only response was a rumbling growl.

"You're welcome." I scratched my chin before continuing, dwelling into topics I had always kept to myself only. "You don't know how much I long to see the place again. If only...I'm wanted for a murder there."

Amand's face played all the possible levels of confusion. "You aren't joking?!"

"No. Lets just say, that my first mate I felt something for, wasn't very fond of me embarking on my journeys. Kamil, the name of the red-fox bastard, berated me like a child. Yeah, foremost, I'm a woman, and like a good bitch, I'm supposed to cater to him only. I can hardly word out the rage I felt, and all the lowly things I called him. And what he did? He tried to chain me to a stove."

The hate I felt for the fox, emotions which I thought I had long since gotten over, filled my mouth and mind fit of a sour taste.

A harsh coldness marked my voice. "That was after two years of intensive training. All in preparation for the journeys. I drew my bow in blink of an eye, and, not even doubting, I shot him. But, ugh, what followed...I puked all over the floor at the sight of his mangled corpse. Enough of that. I also killed some bastard dogs, but those mutts deserved every ounce of it."

"There-" He stopped abruptly. "...there seems to be a lot of pain in you."

"Isn't that true for both of us? Anyway, no Kingdom of Vulsa. For either of us." I fiddled my thumbs, the silence, that we both had no idea how to pierce, aggravating me. Sighing, I voiced the first thought that got on my mind. "How about we look for Akrimaratan? You didn't have much time together last time."

He gazed square into my eyes. "I don't know. We didn't part in the best of ways."

I almost slipped on a rock hidden in grass; good thing I had the lone-wolf with me, since I clawed onto him for support.

Looking up into his eyes, I murmured softly, "Look, I need something to focus on, other than the disaster that is my life." His eyes twitched, the wolf unsure. I tried to coax him. "When we find him, I'll help you knotting him. What do you say?"

He whined in a high pitch, then responded, "What can I do with you. Give me a second...." The wolf closed his eyes shut, his muzzle wrinkling deeply. "He said he was travelling to Kordonia, if I ever wanted to see him. Hmm, we are going the right way then."

"Finally!" I hugged the wolf tightly. "We agreed upon something."

A new direction to travel in. A new goal. If for me, it was most likely just an excuse to overwork my tail, right? Even so, I was overcome with glee, and the rest of the day was a wander for both the mind and body, as we sought an inn to lay our weary bodies in.

"Have I told you of the time I got drunk with the grey wolves, and then I let them take turns within me?"

"Not one of those stories again, Marcella...!"

Sunday, 16th May 830 / Kingdom of Agnola

We had no luck in finding civilisation at all, and as such, we were forced to spend another night under the stars. In their glow we cuddled under a tree, the wolf playing with my tail. I drifted into night accompanied only by his soft breathing It were nights like those when I was happy he was around. Once awake, we continued looking for an inn, following a new, rather well kept gravel road we chanced upon. There was a primal hunger growing in me, hunger, that I had been overlooking for several days. Spring time was high.

The ring did the best it could to suppress my heat, but even so, I burned with a hard to contain passion. The need to bent over for my wolf, the need to feel him unleash his own rut deep in me, and make me his own, grew ever strong. I was salivating from just as little as glancing his way.

My loins tingled in anticipation when I asked, "...sexy wolf, do you still have your tribal loincloth?" I finished the question with an aroused growl.

"Hmm. I still do. Why?" He sniffed at the air, and flaring his nose wide, he grinned knowingly. "I see now. Should I wear it...?"

My heart skipped a beat when I whined yes, pleading him dearly. It was only a moment before he unfastened his belts, and the violet clothes dropping to the ground, his wolfish curves manifested open and fragile to my eye. Bending over in front of me, he fastened the loincloth and snickered softly, knowing what it did to me. Giving him a wink, I knelt next to him, hastily packing his things into a large bundle. Together they weighed a lot.

I could almost feel his fingers sinking into my hair, the wolf slurring above me, "Is the prey going to run?"

"Mmm...no." I rose to my feet, Amand helping me up. "My little wolf is going to lead the way. And he is to sway that tail, as your lusty vixen is going to have her eyes on that sexy bottom the whole time." I pinched his soft butt with my claws, forcing him to yelp.

I draped his clothes over my shoulder and trailed after, as he was walking already. Much to my pleasure, he did exactly as I asked, giving his steps a jot of enthusiasm. His rigid muscles were contracting and releasing, thickening under his glistening, dark fur as he swayed not only his tail, but his hips as well, and with my breath masked over I eyed his wolf balls, swinging heavily between his thighs. His short brush rolled above all the delight, hiding his naughty curves from my eyes. And only when I whined in desperate pitch, did he move it aside for a negligible moment. The bastard knew.

I wanted to spend the next hour walking behind him, eyeing his butt hungrily. But I only lasted something over ten minutes. I stopped at a tree and I clawed at the bark, the harsh sound catching the wolf's attention. With my claws still deeply etched into the tree bark, I let my body slide all the way to the ground, stopping on my knees.

"Hands behind your back...." I murmured, waves of pleasure already running through my body, all from my submissive display.

His beige coloured loincloth was already tenting; the sewn in, red coloured tribal pattern distorting from the pointy shaft rising underneath. I closed my eyes. His aroused smell washed over my nose; such a pronounced, feral musk that I licked my foxy lips in anticipation. At the sound of his naked feet rustling toward me, I opened my mouth fully and waited. My whole body shook from the hard thumps of my heart. I wanted to taste him, to feel him stuffing my muzzle. I licked my fangs and lips once more, and suddenly, my desires came reality.

His pointy tip grazed by my upper lip on his way in. The wolf growled domineeringly, pushing his growing length into me, his rigid, warm shaft making it past my tongue, only stopping at the edge of my throat. I loved it. With a muffled moan, I pouted my mouth, latching onto him, when he dragged his throbbing length halfway out, spluttering my tongue with his sharply tasting strands of pre ejaculate. The saltiness spurred me into groany moans, and I moved my head back and forth to pleasure him for the attention he has given me.

Ever increasing flow of my own juices trickled down my itching pussy lips. I could bear the need no more. I sneaked a hand under my blouse, and in time with the wolf gently humping my face, I fingered myself. Not softly at all, but roughly, as I spread open my needy pussy to sate the blazing need. I opened my eyes at crack. Before me was the ruffled pubic fur of my lover, moving back and forth, along with his stone hard pecker widening my mouth in long, drawn out humps. I licked at his underside, sucking in his pride to pleasure him. Only then I looked up, murring at the sight of his chocolate brown eyes, and wrinkled, ecstasy riddled wolf face.

"I love it when you look at me like that," he said, biting his lower lip. "Mnf! Yes, lick just there."

And lick I did, pushing my tongue firmly against his warm and slimy spear. He groaned again, rolling his eyes up. Seeing him looming so bold over me, a new desire manifested in my intoxicated mind. Placing both my paws on his firm butt I withdrew away from the rude intruder, and as if to punish me for my rebelling, several spurts of crystal clear fluids shot from his pointy tip, coating my nose and mouth.

I couldn't believe my very own words. "Grab my hair, wolf."

"You....what? Are you sure?" No matter his vocal reluctance, he already grabbed me firmly by my wavy flocks. "Oh, this so hot, Marcella!"

There wasn't a single spot of my fur covered skin that wasn't burning in insatiable need. "Pull me rough! Fuck my face, you dirty bastard!" I commanded, shivering in lust.

He shoved himself back into my muzzle, using my hair as handle. As if to mock me, he asked me a question he had already answered himself so rudely. "Is that what the vixen in heat wants?"

What followed was the roughest oral sex I had received in a while. The wolf growled and snarled, slapping his groin into my face. My lips and jaw went sore from his unmannered ways. All I could do was to fold my ears and take it, as he hunched over my face and held my hair tight; there was no escaping his firm rod as it vigorously explored my mouth. He was the first male I had ever let do that to me. Being so out of control was frightening at first, but soon, it felt as right as the never-ending stream of wolf juices trickling down my chin.

The last buck of his hips was a violent thrust forward, bringing the tip of his throbbing meat back to the edge of my throat. He howled and his pride squirmed deep in my mouth, shooting thick strands of salty, delicious delight all deep within my gullet. It then pooled all over my twitching tongue when Amand pulled back slowly, dragging his fully swollen mass of hard flesh along my tingling lips. That was all I needed. Once I felt his cum filling me, my very own orgasm crazed my body, running along my spine like claws scraping skin. I dug into the fur of the wolf's butt strongly, pulling his cheeks far apart. He barked loud and withdrew fully, giving my humped sore muzzle a finishing touch. With one hand he yanked my head according to his whims, and with the other, he aimed his cock, painting me with his seed like a lewd painting. A strand into my forehead, the other on my cheek, one he deliberately aimed into my eye - I was a gooey mess.

"Ah, wish I had more to give. You never have enough, slutty girl," he exclaimed, cheeky as ever.

I only quivered in exertion, my lust released robbing me of any thought. The cum dripped and stringed along my face, some of it staining me as far as my leather jacket.

"Marcella?" he whined. "Marcella?! You all right?" He lowered to his knees and gazed directly into my eyes, worry marking his actions.

I swallowed the load sloshing in my mouth, refusing to give up even a drop. Only then I answered, "I'm fine, skimpy tail. Gosh, I loved this." I kissed him on his nose. "But only when I ask you, okay?"

"You mean...yes, I get it. I don't want to hurt you, love, don't worry."

We relaxed a bit in the afterglow, before I picked myself up with Amand's help, and we hit the forest roads. I asked the wolf to keep his loincloth, and with the thick coat of ejaculate decorating my facial fur, I felt like the sexiest female to ever walk the Kingdoms.

"You really want to walk around like that?" he asked.

I lapped in a drop that descended down from my nose. "Why not? You can think of a better make-up for myself?"

He covered his loincloth behind has dark furred hands. "That is, hard to deny...but if someone sees you like this?"

I grinned at him. "Then I will say I only cost eighty gold-"

"Someone is coming!" he hissed in whisper. Before I could see anyone in the distance, Amand grabbed me firmly by my shoulders. He then thoroughly licked the layer of drying up cum clean from my face. The wolf only stopped lapping once I was sparkling clean, the long licks of his moist tongue forcing me to giggle.

He thoroughly inspected my face, those dark-brown eyes darting over my features. Once done, he smiled satisfied, and said, "Good as new! We don't know what kind of prudes live here...better be safe."

"And if I wanted to make some gold? Damned wolf."

But truly, someone was coming. I looked forward to how I'd make the wolf uncomfortable in the conversation. Alas, I didn't have to try at all.

"Actual morphs? Well. I will be damned!" The human man was some distance away, shouting in a surprised, thick voice.

I had my reservations, more-so with the words he greeted us with, but my nose didn't discern anything foul in his scent. He was light skinned, almost pale under closer look, and with a medium length mane of auburn hair, combed back sloppily. The clothes he was wearing were quite unlike what was typical of other kingdoms; a short pants in light, creamy colour, ending at knees, and something that looked like white knitted socks covering the rest of his legs. Boots were large and wide, uncomfortable looking, while his creamy jacket and puffy shirt underneath had an unusual, collarless design.

Amand greeted him first, "Good day!"

"Hello." I acted indifferent, but not unfriendly, for the time being.

The man spoke in a heavy sounding accent, "You have to pardon me! It is not often your kind decides to visit our humble country. How can I help you two?" Before we could voice ourselves, he quickly added. "Are you a real fox, lady? C-can I?" he outstretched his hand toward me.

I growled. "Hey, what do you intend?"

He laughed. "Oh, you have to pardon me again. I want to be sure my senses are not playing with me. Can I touch your ears?"

The request caught me unguarded. "...yes?"

He laid his smooth skinned hand on my ear, hesitantly at first, but quickly did his fingers start to stroke and squeeze my triangle shaped fox ear. His expression was of unhidden curiosity. Rolling my twitching ear furthermore in his hand, he then dragged his palm down onto my muzzle, stroking it several times, and before withdrawing, he rubbed my nose firmly. I had to turn to side to sneeze.

"That is most incredible!" he said in all enthusiasm. "Just like an actual fox. Ears, muzzle, wet nose, small whiskers...everything!" Walking over to Amand, the man turned his attention to the wolf. "A dark-grey wolf? A tribal loincloth? Are you from Ferlow by any chance?"

"Yes, that's where that short tail comes from." I answered for Amand, as all the wolf was interested in was growling softly.

The human looked up into the wolf's eyes, as he was a bit shorter. "That is right. You wolves from there have shorter tails. Mind if I get a touch?" He reached for the lone-wolf's face.

My companion only growled in hostility. That had left me to break the ice. "Don't mind my lover. Go ahead, he doesn't bite."

"Truly?" He asked in an unsure tone. "I am having shivers when he growls like this." Nevertheless, he laid his hand on the wolf's face, rustling the fur of his forehead. He seemed like a small child playing with his ears, and I couldn't believe my eyes when he scratched the wolfs chin as if he was petting a domesticated dog. Amand joyfully whined.

"I should try that more often," I laughed.

"The vibrations are truly nice when you growl." The man said, pulling away his hand. "Again, I am sorry. You wolves and foxes are so cute, and in my life, I have seen maybe handful of you."

I felt a fond smile widening my face. "It's okay. Now that you know we are actually real, we could use some pointers. We are looking for the closest village."

He rubbed his lip. "That might be a problem. The closest one is dozen of days walking away." He pointed in a direction with his walking stick. At least it was west, in the direction of Kordonia. "If you...I am going there myself, can I join you on the way?"

Amand jumped into the conversation, "We'd like to, but we have something to take care of. Right now. Sorry."

"Oh, what a shameful turn of events," he said plaintively.

My tail swished in distaste - what was the wolf thinking? Turning the man down like that. But before I could ponder on it further, the human asked dreamily. "What a tail! Can I stroke it, lady? Please...."

Of course I let him.

We bid our goodbyes and went our ways, us trailing into the thickening forest instead of the gravel road. Very soon it was crystal clear why had the wolf turned down the offer. He was walking close behind me and panting wild, his loincloth failing to hide his wolfish pride sticking proudly into the wide world. I was a bit worried at first, having to walk in front of him. But only a short while, and the possibility of him jumping me any given moment was incredibly arousing. The sun had travelled quite some distance, and it seemed we would be sleeping under the naked skies again, when we found an abandoned mill overgrown with vegetation.

I carefully edged to the rotting away wooden door, when I felt a clawed hand pinching my fluffy brush. Amand curled his fingers about the root, where I wore the decorative tail ring, and faster than an arrow flying from a bow, I was bent over forcibly. The wolf shoved himself into my pantyless cunt. His intrusion, no matter how rude, was smooth and painless, thanks to me being shamefully wet the whole time. With my face and chest pressed firmly against the wall of the dishevelling mill, he dragged his vividly red spear slowly along my vaginal canal, stretching me snugly around his swelling girth.

"...you rough bastard..." I whimpered, folding my ears. "...you know this could be-" His forceful thrust forced me to pause. "...considered rape?"

At my words his thrusts picked pace, bouncing each and every weapon and pouch atop me violently. I barked in lust and surprise, arching my back and spreading my legs fully for him. He played me as if I was a mistuned guitar, my moans irregular and in pitches I didn't think were possible to reach with my throat. His rough moans and dominant barks seconded me perfectly, and the last addition to the ballad being the lewd schlicking slaps of his enlarged knot meeting my sensitive lips.

I lost any sense of time and place. I shrieked once I felt my first orgasm clamping down my muscles, making his firm humps all so more emphasized as he had to stretch me anew. I felt his breath blowing past my right ear, and the wolf gnawing at it, he groaned into it, "...it's not rape if the little vixen enjoys it...and the way you moan, you love it."

He withdrew from me, slowly and with his hands spreading my bottom fully wide. I felt every curve, each vein of his exquisite tool sliding out of me, a trickle of culminated liquids dripping over my vulva once he slipped free.

With a soft, loving voice, he said, "I hope you don't mind. I have to conquer something time to time...."

I had a mischievous retort ready, but it was lost in my gasps when he roughly dug his hand into my shoulder, and with the other, he clasped my tail by its root. And clutching me like that, he walked me into the broken down building, a musty smell of decay wafting in the air.

"Oh, that table looks like it needs to be conquered too," he snarled, yanking my tail to turn me around. Toppling me onto it, the thing creaked and cracked, as if ready to collapse then and there.

Mere second passed in which he unfastened my belts and tore away my armour and clothes, the bastard ripping my blouse fully apart in his impatience. He licked his lips wolfishly, and I could already see that feral blankness in his eyes. I whimpered, his throbbing length aligning with my opening. The otherwise well mannered wolf squeezed my perky breasts joyfully, and then he clutched onto me by my waist. He kept staring at me, motionless, his nose widening with every breath he drew in. He was playing with me.

And suddenly, he howled and impaled me with no coming warning, forcing tears to trickle from my wide open eyes. I yelped in discomfort at the overly sudden penetration. "You're lucky I'm in heat, you filthy wolf!" I berated him, which only motivated him further.

The forceful slaps of his sexy ass working me dazed my mind, only the creaking table made a sound other than the moans, growls, slurs, howls and barks - sounds of our copulation. I dug into his shoulders and clawed, all of the raw passion in me needing an outlet. I was spread open fully, my legs and tail limply flailing in the air, as he rutted my soft pussy with no end near, and I cried in a nigh coming orgasm. The table snapped under me at his most forceful thrust, and just as my vision went dark, we crushed down onto the floor, the table meeting its end.

My loudly growling lover thrust two more times into me. By that point, I gave myself fully to him, and as if aware, he withdrew - my treacherous vixenhood clamping down in his absence - and he yanked me to my feet. He grabbed me by my waist and once more, led me along the abandoned mill, looking for something to aid him in my conquering. Finding nothing and exhaling angrily, he stopped in a mud littered hallway, kicking my feet apart. Pushing at my back to bend me over, he then poked at my lone ass, pressuring his meat into my sacred opening.

"Are you clean?" he growled right into my folded ear.

"No...."

He snarled, "Filthy bitch!"

In one swift motion he switched targets and rammed himself back into my cunt, forcing me to cry out loud. There was no denying it. I was moaning appreciatively at his rough manhandling me. It shamed me, not because of the act itself, but because I allowed him, even spurred him, to dominate me. And once I felt his throbbing wolf cock rutting wildly in my sore depths, I lolled my tongue out and my moans broke down into an insane babble of acceptance. I don't know how long he was slapping into me, spearing my soft pussy open, all until I went mad in my mind, but I do know how otherworldly it felt when his knot finally made it in, brutalizing me. He pressured it past my convulsing opening, and at the same time, he dug his fangs into the back of my neck.

From his cocktip the seed erupted into my womb. And like a magic spell, I exploded with him, screaming high and firm in a deafening orgasm. He pressured his sharp fangs into me, not enough to draw blood, but forcibly enough that I knew who I belonged to. And snarling and barking, he fucked me even with his sensitive knot inside, filling me with his love manifested, as that sticky wolf cum pooled in my depths. It was banished from trickling out by his knot - large as a fist.

I came back to my senses. Saliva dripped from my mouth and stringed on my chin, when Amand toppled from high exertion. As we were tightly tied together, I fell backwards on his chest, the wolf immediately wrapping me in his arms.

"I hope...." He panted, trying to catch his breath. "...I wasn't too rough...I lost myself a bit."

My whole body was numb, the afterglow perhaps as strong as the orgasm. "...bastard. You ripped me open-"

"I'm sorry."

I chuckled. "Not to worry...the best sex I had in a while. But those slurs...sheesh. Did you call me a filthy bitch?"

"That was only in heat of the moment. You know I respect you fully." What an excuse.

"I don't know...," I said, playing with his claws. "Seems to me, I will have to punish you. Say, when was the last time you had something up that sexy butt of yours?"

Amand whined in a low growl.

I laughed malevolently. "Great! I'm selling you to the first traveller we meet, then. Come to think of it, that guy we have met seemed pretty handy with you. Oh, yes. I'm going to chase after him, and have him bone you. Fifty gold seems about the right price for a vile creature like you."

He groaned under me. "Marcella...enough with these jokes. Just because I had one wolf in there, doesn't mean I like it from just anyone."

"It wouldn't be punishment otherwise, would it?" I smiled for myself. "Don't worry, you know I only like to tease you, love."

"I'm so lucky to have a vixen like you...." The wolf shuffled, thrusting his pelvis into me gently to prolong the tie. "Wait, you just called me love?"

I murred softly, "Caught in act, am I?"

"How sweet. I love you."

"I love you too."

We fell asleep together, right there on that filthy, moss covered floor. I blinked into my dreams, in the back of my head a strange thought. That I'm the perfect sheath to hold his wolf sword, to keep it safe and sound.

Such are the ways of our travels. The only thing I truly fear is, that I'm eventually going to run out of gold. And something tells me that once I start to whore myself again, Amand won't be able to stomach it. It would be terrible if he chose to leave my life. But only time will tell....

For now, we are tied together.