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The sheep return to eating the grass and bleating around the smoldering house's remains, Jacques's tail vanishing into the night and between the shrubberies. He stops to bark and turn his gaze behind him, before continuing forward.

The wolf watched her flock once more, before stalking into the night. She slipped into the streets, her feet bare, stepping with a quiet purpose. Her low-light eye scanned the woods before her, long sloped ears lifting slightly as she stepped through the grass, careful of twigs and other debris. The moon filtering through the woods and trees, creating enough light as she thought carefully to herself to be aware of any bandits in the woods... before her breath caught in her throat, with the gentlest of laughs. /She/ was the bandit in the woods!

Breaking through the underbrush, Jacques's form moved slowly towards a clearing in the woods, his tail wagging upwards. His form became crouched, as his big adorable puppy face turned to look behind him. In between the trees, a pond was settled, its waters waist-deep. A few lily pads hovered upon its surface. In the middle of the pond, a figure's pale skin caught the moonlight, her hands lifting the water over her head with a clay jug.

The wolf followed her dog, keeping a few leagues behind him. As he crouched, so did she, approaching the clearing very quietly. Sloped ears pulled forward as she squinted at the figure, her senses all on edge. Sight, sound, sensitivity of magic. Dark lips pulled back into a soft frown as she tried to figure out if she had met this individual before, slowly crouching to make a move to her left, trying to get a better view of the bathing figure.

The female's hair was a dark brown, her arms and neck tanned. A set of soaking clothes was nearby, in a basin. As she lifts her arm, a brand of unknown origin could be seen upon her side. Her height and build was average, her hands lifting the jug above her head. The peasant's hair parts, and she shakes it idly. Jacques's head tilts towards Majorra, as he follows quietly behind.

Crimson gaze smoldered upon the figure, caught up in the moment as she followed the water run down her shoulders, between her breasts. Average or not, the figure bathed in moonlight was captivating, and the wolf soon found her breath held. She glanced Jacques's way, then jerked her head forward a bit with the softest of sounds from between her lips. You go first, buddy.

Jacques's form emerges from their hiding spot, his tongue hanging from the side of his mouth. He releases a bark, and the peasant drops her jug. It lands with a soft splash, before she glances towards it, "What, oh. Oh, dog! Hey there, boy.." She wades through the water, looking about, before she holds her hand towards Jacques's snout, "Hey..you startled me. What's a good dog like you doing out here?" Jacques's snout sniffs the femme's hand, his tongue licking at the palm of it. She kneels and starts to scratch at the sheepdog's ears and underneath the chin.

Majorra watched for a long moment, sizing up the woman interacting with her dog. A long grin had grown across her features, spying on a naked someone would probably get her a page in the Book of Perverts, but she enjoyed it anyways. The wolf slowly came forward, clearing her throat and speaking softly, "Jacques! Vous y êtes!" There was really no unalarming way to emerge from the woods in the middle of the night, but the wolf stifled her grin and stammered like she had been startled,"Oh! Je suis désolé..." The warmest of smiles upon her as she held a hand to one side of her gaze, averting her eyes towards the woman's feet,"Mon chien a couru de moi... I - ah, my dog ran from me. I am sorry."

The peasant's form straightens, as her arms cover her breast and sex, "Who's there?" Jacques's head turned towards the woods, wagging his tail, his bark calling into the night. The young miss's eyes squint towards the darkness, but as she stares at Majorra's chest, her arms relax, "Oh! No, that's alright." After a short pause, she leans down to pat Jacques's head, "He's a nice dog, a good farm dog."

The woman's bare chest rose and fell, her modest bust shifting as she did, turning back towards the girl. She took a few steps forward, smiling at the dog,"Oui, he is. When it snows and he has no work, he tries to herd me around the ho-.. mm." She paused, the raw feeling of her house so recently taken from her pouring over her frisky mood for a moment. She inhaled softly, then stepped forward to clear the space between her and her dog, looking the woman in the eyes with her own two-toned red ones,"I don't believe we've met." She ran her hand through her curls to push her dark curtain of hair over one shoulder, then offered the hand to the girl,"Majorra, très heureux. I'm, ah, well I /used/ to be a sheep herder." Her smile became a bit bitter, though her shoulders heaved with a soft sigh, "But I'm moving, soon. Very soon. Do you often bathe in random ponds in the middle of the night?" Her mood lifted in her voice, glancing back upwards towards the girl inquisitively.

Shaking her head, the peasant girl took the wolfess's hand in her's, "I don't meet many others. It's a busy season. My name's Ulrike. I grow crops." Jacques circles in between the two, his head lifting upwards to bark once. Ulrike pats his head a few times, "Good dog." Her eyes settle upon Majorra's, "Uhh, well, no. But it's the cleanest pond for a while and I was just--aah!" The peasant's back curves, as her form staggers into Majorra's, Jacques's nose having bumped into her rump.

The wolf listened quietly, her gaze upon the peasant's, ears lifted, "Crops? You must be on the other side of town, I don't venture there often, and the sheep would love to devour your corn." She glanced down at the frisky canine and back up to the girl, her thick eyebrows raising, "You should be more careful, you never know what sulks in the wo--ood!" She caught the girl in her arms, their soft warm breasts pushed together. The shepherd had strong arms from working the fields, holding her steady and shifting on one foot as the tall wolf tilted her head and grinned wolfishly, "Careful! He is very frisky." She placed a hand upon the girl's chin, tilting her head upwards, "Are you alright?" Her voice low, accent rough upon her consonants

Ulrike's hands grasped at the wolfess's arms, her head turning to face the dog, "Jack, what are you doing, huh?" Her gaze returns to the wolfess's form, her cheeks reddening deeply, "Oh, uh, sorry. He just caught me off guard. Yeah, I'm alright." Her gaze averts, as her head tilts, "Well, I didn't fall or anythin--gah!" Jacques's form lifts upwards to draw his tongue along the farm girl's rump, his form moving to circle the two's, as he barks once. Ulrike's gaze slowly drifted towards the wolfess's, her voice quiet, and her chest lifting and falling, "I..I should go..I have.."

The wolf watched the woman in her arms, feeling her squirm as her dog circled back again, a chuckle rolling in her chest,"You'll have to excuse his poor manners, he picks up the strangest things.." She shifted and held one hand upon the girl's bare back firmly, heat growing between their plush breasts as she ran her hand down the base of the farm girl's spine, her fingers grasping her soft backside and pulling one cheek to the side, to expose her little pucker to the night air for him to take advantage of, her voice dripping with warm honey, "Jack is such a /good/ dog though.." Her body against Ulrike's, she moved her hips from one side to the other, dark curls falling forward as she leaned in towards the blushing farm girl.

Ulrike's cheeks were furiously heated, her throat catching, her form leaning into the wolfess's. Her breasts push into the wolfess's, as her back curves away from the wolfess's touch, her throat releasing a soft gasp. Her hands squeezed the wolfess's forearm, as her head buries itself into Majorra's shoulder, "Just don't...don't tell Konrad.." Her bared flesh shivers lightly, a startled sound escaping her throat, as Jacques's head lifts upward, his tongue gliding over the exposed pucker. Ulrike's teeth sink into her bottom lip, as Jacques's tongue retreats, only to return after another circling.

The wolf rumbled low in her throat, her hand moving to cradle the back of the farmgirl's damp hair, murmuring huskily against her ear,"Calme... vous détendre.." Shh its French for shh bby. The wolf moved her hand to the girl's chin, tilting her head upwards again just as her dog licked and lapped at Ulrike's backside, pressing their mouths together in a warm, wet embrace. She had a much longer tongue than the human, long floppy and canine that licked at the peasant's pink lips and flat teeth, circling to taste her inner cheeks and curl about her tongue. Her grasp became a bit stronger, mouth working on hers as she scraped the flat edge of her teeth against the girl's lips, sucking upon them as she moved both hands to hold her cheeks spread open. Another rumble against her lips, and she drew back with a soft gasp, eyes meeting the girl's for a short moment-- then promptly returning her mouth to press to her freckled and tanned neck, latching firmly there as she suckled and worked her tongue upon her soft skin.

The farm girl placed her cheek upon the wolfess's shoulder, her throat releasing a quiet sound. The sound beating of her blood thick in her ears, as she pulls back, her gaze settling upon the wolfess's snout, a caught sound muffled by their lips. Her eyes opened, before they closed, her smaller tongue being pushed about by the wolfess's. Ulrike's form shivered, her hands slowly drawing themselves around the wolfess's neck. Jacques's cock started to push outward, the red, tapered tip meeting the cooler air. His form lifted upwards, as his furry belly pushed into the farm girl's back. A soft cry escaped Ulrike's throat, her hands digging their fingers through the wolfess's curls, before her form rocked forward.

Majorra was *quite* busy losing herself in the soft, smooth skin and gentle cries of the girl she embraced, to notice exactly when her dog had jumped upwards. She was only interested in moving her snout lower, rolling over the woman's collarbone, and kissing the warm flesh there. Heat bloomed between them like a sudden fire, and she was grasping and holding the girl with all the bottled up frustrations of the night, lips clamping upon one of her nipples just as Ulrike pushed forwards. She gasped and straightened, realizing Jacques's intent, smirking softly,"Merde! Chien tête en bas.." She pulled Ulrike forward a bit and shifted so her hips met the girl's bare ones. Beyond the slacks was a pressure, a firmness, the wolf rumbling with a low sound of need. She held the girl close with one hand, the other moving to undo the clasp of her trousers, dark red wolfcock pushing about halfway from a warm, heavy sheath. Without waiting for the girl to react much to this realization, the lower hand that had been lifting her heavy sack from her undone pants moved to the farmgirl's sex, slipping between her folds and fluttering her fingers against the tender pink flesh.

Landing upon the wolfess's form, the farmgirl breasts compact themselves against the wolfess's. After a short pause, Ulrike's gaze flicks towards the wolfess's, her nipples firm in the night air, "I..I've never lain with a woman..or a wolf..or a wolf woman.." Glad to scoot forward, she placed a kiss upon the wolfess's lips, then her nose, suckling against it softly. Her fingers draw themselves along the wolfess's side, the dark fur parting around her fingers. Releasing a wavering breath upon the wolfess's neck, Ulrike's voice became quiet, "You're..really warm..ahhnn!" Wetness met the wolfess's fingers, as Ulrike's form stiffens, Jacques's wet nose and then tongue meeting her ass. He attempted to mount her, her waist pushing into the wolfess's cock. Ulrike's eyebrows faintly rose, then crossed, "What..but I thought.." Jacques's belly met the curve of Ulrike's back, his cock's tip jabbing at the farm girl's cheeks and just above her anus, pre-cum splattering itself upon the smooth skin.

The wolf's breath exhaled upon the woman's brow as she was kissed, snickering, then snorting as she felt lips upon her snout. Her voice rumbled with a cheerful tone, warm and pleased,"It is firsts for both of us, th-hen.. mmmph.." Pressure against her filling sheath only made it jutt out further, hips moving to press it upon the woman's thigh, the cock thickening and burning with heat,"Well..." She moved to run her fingers up through Ulrike's hair, fingertips scratching gently upon her scalp,"I am many things." She pressed her lips to her chin, biting there gently,"I will find you again when I don't sport this, and I hope it isn't off putting, but it is... is.." She breathed in the warm scent of her partner, one hand still stirring the woman's sex as she drank in the scent of her arousal,"It is a /burden/, a pressure..." Her cock leaped forward, hard and full upon her tthigh, throbbing with heat as she rolled her hips upon hers. Her fingers finding the woman's small pearl, she fluttered her fingers upon either side of it, before pinching her fingers gently upon it and moving her hand in a slow circle. Her free hand moved to the girl's backside, digging her fingertips upon the firm flesh and pulling her hips upward, just enough to lift her for Jacques's prodding member.

The farm's girls hand moves towards the wolfess's cock, her hand grasping it firmly. It slips lightly, but returns to squeeze the flesh just above her sheath, "It's not what I imagined.." Shaking her head, the farm girl shudders lightlty upon the wolfess's form, her cheeks enflamed, "I was to see Konrad tomorrow.." Her throat swallows, before her rump sticks outward, flush to Jacques's waist, "Ahhnyyess.." Sliding forward, the farm girl stops with her knees close to the wolfess's sides. Jacques's forepaws hung off of Ulrike's shoulders, his hips thrusting forward without purchase until the tempered tip pushes through the girl's ass. The sheepdog's hips slam forward rapidly, his sack bouncing upon the drying skin. Ulrike's voice cries out into the night sky.

Majorra shuddered, her toes curling upon the damp ground, as her cock throbs and sack lifts slightly to the smallest attention,"Grrnnn.." She breathes through her teeth, then slinks down lower upon the ground, one arm lifting to push her fingers into the girl's hair, pulling her head down lower, her voice deep and warm,"See him, enjoy your secrets." Dark lips pulled into a wolfish grin, her long tongue lolling forward,"Or, tell him you laid with a wolf in the woods." She pressed her mouth to the farmgirl's again, enjoying her taste as the broad tip of her dark red shaft pressed at the girl's sex, slipping between her wet lips. She let Jacques do most of the work for the moment, the rocking of the girls hips moving her sex along Majorra's, making the wolf's fur stand on end as she shivered in the grass. A thick pearl of pre gushed from her, and she grasped at the girl's ass firmly, holding in her place as her cock thrusted upward, pressing against her sex and slipping to the side,"Merde..." She swore softly, then tried again, pressing the broad tapered tip of her cock against the woman's entrance. More on target, the next upward thrust of hips hit their mark, slipping her throbbing cock up within Ulrike, about halfway. The wolf expelled air from her snout, her kiss becoming sloppy as she pulled back to have just the tip linger inside her, before thrusting up enough to bounce the woman and dog upon her hips, hilting inside her up to her sheath.

A loud, stuttered moan escaped the peasant's lips, her tongue drawing itself around the wolfess's before she bit the wolfess's cheek lightly. Her eyes shut tight, as Jacques's hips sped up, the easy rhythm breaking into a sprint towards release, his balls jostling underneath his furred belly. The hound placed its head upon Ulrike's shoulder, his tongue hanging out, before it retreated and his mouth closed. Ulrike's head tossed her hair backward, as her hands grasped at Majorra's vest, "He's! He's going too fast!" Her sex ripples about the wolfess's cock, a heated wetness escaping it and dripping off her large balls.

The wolf growled, her chest vibrating with a deep rumble, her hands grasping at the peasant's hair, gathering it haphazardly to one side to keep it out of the way of the thrusting hound upon her back,"Ghnn... /Good/!" She thrusted upward powerfully, a hand grasping the woman's backside firmly, digging her nails against the plush muscle and grabbing the woman down upon her invading cock, shuddering as she felt the rush of warmth and wet from within. The wolf gasped raw and harsh beside the peasant's ear, heavy balls lifting as her muscles tensed, body stiffening beneath her, followed by a flurry of quick, oi pink cursor >:3 hard thrusts upwards, bottoming out within. She pressed her mouth to the farmgirl with a needy gasp of warm air, kissing her fiercely as she pushed her tongue forward, enjoying the feeling of the farmgirl's body move upon hers.

Saliva met the wolfess's tongue, before the Ulrike's mouth closed about it. Her words were muffled, and her form fell upon the wolfess's. Her asshole became parted around Jacques's slowly forming knot, the ball of red flesh forcefully pushing itself within her with strong thrusts. Grasping for the wolfess's tunic, Ulrike's moans took a higher pitch, her shoulder the target of Jacques's bite, as his knot finally lodges its entirety within her. Lowering her hips to match the wolfess's, Ulrike's breath was hot upon the wolfess's lips, the hound's cum soaking her ass's insides. Jacques's tail idly lifts up, in time of his cock's release, his hips slowing to a steady droll against the farm girl's rump.

Feeling the trembling heat above her, the shepherd's toes curled in the damp soil, groaning as she pulled back against the ground, feeling the woman's warm weight upon her, cock snugly within, the trembling and squeezing coupled with the hot, delicious thrill of her mouth on the wolf's, brought a shooting heat gushing from her trapped cock, flowing into the woman's sex as the wolf thrashed and squirmed beneath her. The red, throbbing cock shifted with the shepherd's hips, her throbbing length slipping out with a muffled cry from the wolf, shooting hot seed to splash upon the woman's thighs and sex,"Gnff....!"

Jacques's tail wagged lazily, as a splash of cum soaked his hind paw. Ulrike's cheek rested itself against Majorra's vest, her chest lifting and falling heavily. Her hand idly drew its fingers within her sex, cum escaping its confines. The farm girl released a quiet huff, "I think I'm going to need another bath.." Jacques's form turned about, as his front paws dug into the soil, his form pulling from her's. Ulrike's eyes open, and then close, her hands tightening upon the cloth of the vest below, "Ahh! He's, he's pulling too soon!" After a few moments, Jacques's still large knot popped out of her rump, the hound's tongue soon lapping up the cum that escaped it as he turned about.

The wolf made a soft, feral noise as she basked in the warm afterglow, thick eyebrows rising as she opened an eye lazily to all the ruckus,"Ehmm...? Oh, heh." Her dark lips pulled into a cocky grin, moving to wipe away a line of dog drool from the peasant's shoulder, "Jacques isn't much for romance..." She wrapped her arms about the woman, a sudden lift from the ground as the wolf growled playfully and pressed her furry snout upon the farm girl's neck," Moi , pourtant!" She kissed her neck with a long slurp from her soft tongue, sitting up with her in her cumsplattered lap,".. Take a bath, and enjoy Konrad, tomorrow."