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Midwinter Morning

-featuring-

Donovan Dire the Direwolf

-and-

Tenida the Silver-Fox

-by-

Orias Steel

"Countless generations, from the muck to the crawl and the eventual rise to two feet, have been spent in pursuit of the next meal. Our ancestors hunted and tracked using the most primal and base instincts. It was their nature to be locked in an eternal battle against the ever-recurring need for sustenance. It is with this knowledge that I lay here in this cushioned bed, beside a beautiful creature in my mid-range loft in a high-rise overlooking the great industrialization and advancement of our world, that I wonder if this is progress, or the seeds of our destruction taking root. I do not want to get up...no matter how good bacon sounds." The ashen-gray direwolf stretches and turns in protest of the sun peaking through the thick velvet curtains. His clawed feet poke out from beneath the blankets, and the chill in the air washes over him, giving him a solid shiver and fully waking him. "Besides, it's winter. You make it."

"Donovan, you are a wolf. You are literally a winter-born creature. If you must insist upon making excuses, make ones that have merit," The little silver-fox beside him snipes as she playfully pushes at the wolf nearly twice her size. Her effort leads to no change in either or their positions, and she sighs in frustration as Donovan stifles a laugh. At that moment, a sly smile crawls across Tenida's muzzle. She leans into the incredibly muscular wolf, pressing her ample bust against him and lightly dragging her cool nose up to the tip of his pointed ear, speaking in a distinctly dulcet whisper, "I'll make it worth your while..." Her right hand glides gracefully over the dark gray furs at his ass before taking his tail in a long, suggestive stroke to its tip and back.

"You don't think the solid hour last night is going to hinder your attempt to bribe me now? I didn't have to do anything for that and I ain't gonna do anything now." Donovan sticks his tongue out, turning over onto his back to look at Tenida with a proper sneer. She merely smiles more deviously, embracing his new position as an invitation to continue her motions. Even over the two layers of thick blanket, the outline of his bulge is clearly defined...and she knows exactly where she's headed next. The muscular "V" etched into his body is like a chute to her favourite toy, and she traces her hand along it as though it were, taking a gentle pass along the flaccid length of him with her claws. She walks her index and middle fingers inch by inch back from the tip to the base, counting as she does. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Well Donovan, it's a wonder you haven't killed me. Be a good little boy and give me the rest. I need to get a proper count...for science."

Donovan grimaces at the sensations in an attempted protest but fails as Tenida turns a little more, revealing her bare body against him. "Fucking... fine," he growls, rolling his eyes. With glee, the fox straddling him, watching with bewildered eyes as the full length of him emerged from his foreskin and stood at attention. "Well done soldier, good show," she cooed, mindlessly sliding her right hand betwixt her legs to feel her body's approval. "Now...ah, yes. Counting. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." her eyes widen in astonishment as his full length continues to reveal itself, "...nine, ten, eleven..." she hesitates in a moment of disbelief over his actual measurement "...and I'd say a solid half. I believe this warrants record, don't you agree? Perhaps I should report this on the bulletin board for the tactic updates? No?" She clicks her tongue playfully, shaking her head. "Though I suppose it isn't exactly a record, especially compared to that Stallion." Her smile still being so devilish and expanding, as Donovan bared his teeth slightly at the comparison. "Oh hush...let's see now..."

Tenida leaned forward, having to climb to reach the direwolf's muzzle in a nip and a passionate pass of the teeth and whiskers. As she moves up on him, he throbs in anticipation, feeling her slick slit drag against his cock. He grimaces again and grabs her, pulling her up by her ass and positioning her cunt over him. She fights against him in quick response, locking his hands under her thighs and pushing back on his shoulders, forcing him down with an unexpected strength. "No, no you belligerent mongrel...have you any patience? Bribery has elegance. You can't just fuck me and go back to sleep like I know you plan." As she speaks, she takes his pulsing cock in her delicate hand and works her thumb over the opening before dragging her claw lightly down the length of him, making him even more slick with his own pre-cum. "Anticipation is good for the soul, don't you know? Just getting what you want when you want it will make you a spoiled little fool."

She moves back up on him again, positioning her slit nearly where he may take her, but holding off just enough to keep him restrained. He fights beneath her unintentionally, holding an expression that would draw fear from an enemy in a field of battle. Her claws slide up his neck, feeling the softest patches of his well groomed fur in her fingers and dragging them down over his chest, feeling all the scars across his stone-hard pecs before halting at his nipples. She brings her head up over his chest and locks eyes with him directly, a command to be still.

Slowly, she lowers her muzzle over his left nipple and rolls it lightly in her front teeth, lowering her right hand down to his cock and slowly stroking it against her clit. His muscles tense up to diamond and he twists the sheets in his grip, tearing them lightly. She grins in delight, knowing she has him under her complete control, regardless of his brutish behavior.

Carefully, she lifts herself up and lets him slide into her...stopping just before the full length of the head has entered her and jumping off of him completely, moving to the spot beside him on the bed and watching with a devious faux innocence. He thrashes for a moment before going to grab her again, claws first. She dodges his move with an elegant and expectant ease, grabbing his hand and slamming it down on his chest, using his own momentum against him. He snarls, halting resistance before releasing a hot stream of air at her in sizzling rage. Releasing his arm from his chest, she leans down to caress his other nipple in her teeth and taking his cock in her hand once more and feeling his anticipation flow from him drop by anxious drop.

"Take a deep breath darling..." She stares at him with expectation and a mischievous disposition. Reluctantly, he draws a deep breath in and slowly lets it out. As he draws in, she curls her hand up and over the head of his cock. As he releases she begins to take small nips down his stomach with her teeth, rolling her fist over and down his shaft to his lupine jewels, massaging them gently. "See what discipline earns you?" the corners of her lips curl up sadistically as she drags her tongue from the base of his throbbing member to the tip, soaking it. Donovan focuses, trying to remain still and control his ingrained rage. He takes another deep breath... drawing in slowly. She rolls her tongue over his dickslit and lets out a cool stream of air over it as her right hand continues to caress his sack. He lets it out, trembling... she descends his length, taking inch after inch down her throat, nearly managing the whole thing before pulling herself up again and starting to bob with a seemingly impossible grace.

Donovan's focus fades as he lets the sensation take him. His arms and legs become stiff and once again he claws at the sheets, tearing them as he tries to keep still...as he tries to focus on his breathing. Tenida continues to suck with astonishing dedication and eyes of focused fire, narrowed slightly up at him with a challenging gleam. With a slight beat in her rhythm her right hand, previously holding a steady grip on his dark grey sack, slides a bit deeper down, pressing in on his taint and sending him into convulsions of ecstasy that nearly cause her to lose her focus and gag. She maintains and holds her focus, his cock soaked with her spit as she relentlessly polishes his massive member. She manages to work her hand just a bit further, finally reaching the intended target. She takes a long draw at his head before releasing her hold on it with a loud "smack" and raised her eyebrow at him deviously.

Her saliva runs down his shaft and lower, covering her hand, and she uses this opportunity to her advantage. Her tongue twirls around his cock and laps at his heaving pre-cum before she plunges low once more, this time, in sync with her middle finger probing into his tight ass. He thrusts forward suddenly in a buck of confusion and immense pleasure, driving his entire length down her throat, but she is prepared for it and takes the shock with ease. He fights for just a moment before the pleasure overtakes him and he roars, enraptured by her work. Stream after stream of his hot seed begins to pour forth as she quickly releases him from her talented maw. Her face is masked in his cum and she wears it in victorious triumph, knowing her next move will be her key to victory.

As he lays limp and docile, letting his final drops ooze out of him, he suddenly remembers the finger so graciously lodged up his ass...but it's too late. He flinches hard as, quickly and with great strength, her claw curls inside him and she uses that momentum to lift her arm and force him to fall out of the bed and face-first onto the floor, her finger sliding out easily as he does. "Oh good darling. Since you are up you wouldn't mind making us some breakfast, would you? Lovely. I take my coffee black... two sugars." She winks at him as his head turns and he stares at her with an expression of hate-filled spite. Clearly spent, he rolls to his back and sits up lazily. His eyes are drawn to her once more as she licks the cum from her fingers like a great leader in a toga would eat grapes. Grumbling, he stands up and heads to the kitchen, whispering under his breath as he pulls the package of bacon from the icebox, "Bitch..."

The End