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Elin sat, looking out over the waterfall, the crashing water below drowning out the other sounds of the world. Far into the distance, he thought he could make out the rising smoke of a campfire. The thought conjured memories of laughing and running around the fire with the other pups, so long ago.

It had been a couple of years since Elin had decided to leave the camp, the only home he had ever known. His experiences hunting had shown him that there was much more to experience in the world than just the environment around his home. He'd found his experiences with snowy fields, deserts, and the like fascinating and fulfilling.

As always, thoughts of home brought to mind the last time he had seen Kita. The brown wolf had stood watching him go, clearly sad but unable to bring himself to say anything to Elin. Elin's heart hurt thinking about it. Kita had been the best friend he had ever had, after all.

He stood, brushing off his fur and turning to enter the woods. his heart also ached for the companionship. His travels so far had been lonely for the most part. Initially that had been his intention, but it had certainly grown old after a while. Elin sighed. There wasn't much to be done for it now, short of returning home or finding another pack willing to accept him.

Elin stopped suddenly, ears perked and nose sniffing the air. Prey. His stomach growled, saliva already dripping from his muzzle. he scurried off in the direction of the scent, heedless of any noise he made. Let them run, he thought. A good chase was just the distraction he needed.

However, Elin came across his mark while traveling at such a speed that it had no chance to react. Snarling, he tackled it to the ground. His muzzle clamped on its neck, tongue pressed hard enough against its throat to feel its pulse, teeth just starting to puncture skin.

And then the scent fully registered on his mind.

Elin pulled his maw off of his catch, leaning back to take a good look. A wide-eyed buck looked up at him, arms and shoulders pinned to the ground by the wolf's body. The buck's ears twitched nervously below a pair of antlers that showed signs of an old break on the left side.

"Sten...?"

The wolf could barely believe it. The deer beneath him had been a part of the greatest night in Elin's life. He had had passionate sex with the bound buck before freeing him, saving his life. Elin had been certain he would never see Sten again. After all, what were the chances?

"Elin..." the deer replied shakily.

"You know my name?" Ears perked, Elin was genuinely confused.

"Of course," Sten said with a small nod. "Your friend, the horny one... He mentioned your name." The deer swallowed, breathing steadily. He trembled beneath the wolf. "That time... It stuck with me, you know? I was so scared, and you were so... passionate. And you saved me." Sten glanced away, ears red with a blush.

Elin found himself wagging his tail. In all of his dreams, all of his heated fantasies and imaginings of encountering the deer again, he had never imagined that Sten would actually remember him.

Elin gently wiped away the welling droplets of blood on the deer's neck, regretful of his hasty actions. "Sorry, I didn't... I mean, I... never thought I would see you again."

"Me either," Sten replied breathily. Elin could feel something growing and poking against him lower on his body. It was very clear that he had not been the only one daydreaming about the both of them over the years. He let out a murr, leaning forward on the deer once more.

Elin's tongue gingerly glided through the fur on Sten's throat, cleaning the are he had bit. Sten gasped softy, body tense, ultimately unsure of the wolf's actions. As the tongue moved up his cheek and to his muzzle, he melted under Elin. The deer opened his mouth as their lips touched, eagerly accepting the tongue into his maw.

Their tongues danced, Elin's had caressing the deer's ear. He did his best to taste every inch of the deer's mouth. Sten's tongue wrapped around the wolf's muscle, suckling. Their noises were lost into each other's mouth.

Elin stood, releasing Sten. He half expected the deer to bolt out of instinct, and was prepared to let him go once more. Instead the buck sat up, looking up at the wolf. Both males had become erect from the intimacy and the excited buck had no intention to leave now.

Sten moved onto his knees in front of Elin. He took the wolf's large member firmly in hand, stroking the entire length. Elin thought back to the first time he had seen Sten playing with himself in much the same way. His cock throbbed in the deer's fingers, pre dripping onto his hand.

The buck was mesmerized by the shape of the canine penis. He pressed his lips to it, kissing along the shaft. He put the end in his maw and suckled on the pre-soaked tip. His free hand reached up and fondled the wolf's sack, the other hand still pumping the shaft.

Elin grabbed his horns and moved his head away, whining. The wolf knew he would not last long at the rate Sten was going. Elin pulled the deer up onto his hooves and moved him so that Sten's back was against a tree. Kissing deeply once more, Elin lifted one of Sten's legs and began slowly forcing his cock into the deer's tight body.

Sten gasped around Elin's tongue, his hands gripping the wolf's ears. He forced himself to relax as the wolf's meat pierced further and further, until Elin was finally hilted inside of him. Sten moaned with each throb of the buried bone. His dick twitched against the wolf's stomach, mussing his fur with pre.

Elin began to thrust. The deer gasped, the wolf firmly slow-fucking him against the tree. Elin nibbled on Sten's throat and muzzle as the deer cried out in pleasure. Each strong push seemed to drive deeper than the last.

Sten yelped. His ass tightened on Elin's dick. Deer seed splattered onto the wolf's stomach and chest. Sten leaned back against the tree, panting and moaning, Elin's cock driving deep still even as the deer's orgasm faded.

"Why me?" Sten asked breathily, surprising Elin.

The wolf's movements paused. "Well... it was a long time ago. You wouldn't know this, but I actually watched you, playing with yourself."

Sten blushed, his half-lidded eyes staring into Elin's.

"I can't put my finger on it, but something about you- I loved watching."

Sten let out a long breath, playing with the wolf's ear. "Loved?"

It was Elin's turn to blush, turning his head away. "I know, it is stupid. It would never work. I'm a wolf, you are prey."

"There's something... different," Sten said, swallowing again. "I would like to try. Please?"

Elin looked back into the deer's eyes. Sten leaned close, kissing him.

The grey wolf slowly pulled out of his deer. He moved Sten, bending him stomach-first over a large rock next to the tree. He admired the deer's sleek fur, the bucks hard cock between his legs and his brush of a tail twitching happily. Elin pushed tow of his fingers into the deer's tail-hole. He was searching for a spot that Kita had showed him years ago. He knew he had found it when Sten moaned loudly. Smiling, he massaged the spot with his fingertips, know exactly the feeling he was causing to radiate through the deer's body. Sten squeaked and writhed under his attention before climaxing once again, cock painting the side of the rock white with jizz.

Elin replaced his fingers in the deer's ass with his member, forcing it in completely. He started to fuck earnestly, each thrust driving Sten against the rock and causing him to yelp. Even with the deer's tightness, the large wolf cock slid in and out easily from all of the pre coating his hole. Elin's claws dug into the deer's cheeks as he sped his thrusting faster and faster.

Elin howled, hilting himself in Sten. His knot expanded within, tying the deer to his wolf. He let out a soft murr as he emptied his load, gently massaging the deer's back and tail, watching Sten's eyes flutter as he fought to stay awake.

Elin leaned over Sten, his chest pressed against the deer's back. He sighed contentedly. His tongue slid through brown fur as he began grooming the buck's neck and muzzle, settling in to relax.

Elin padded up to his large, sturdy tent, bulging bag slung over his shoulder. He had chosen a location that was ideal for someone who wanted to be isolated, near the ocean for the purposes of fishing while still close to the wilderness for other forms of foraging.

He pushed aside the tent flap, peering inside to find the reason he had settled down in the first place. Curled up on the cot near the back of the tent was Sten, fast asleep, his tail softly twitching.

Elin set the sack on the ground in the middle of the tent. Fruit toppled from the opening as the bag slumped over. The wolf carefully sat on the edge of the cot, his fingertips brushing the deer's cheek and neck until he stirred.

Sten stretched, yawning cutely. He licked his lips as his eyes blinked open, a wide grin splitting his muzzle when he noticed Elin next to him. Sten crawled up onto his wolf, straddling his waist. Their arms wrapped around each other, noses touching. Sten's tail and ears fluttered happily.

"Good morning, love," Elin whispered.

"Yes," Sten replied. "It definitely is."

End of Part 3