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Walking down the city streets I clutched at the flowing cloak that covered my body. A long hood draped over my wavy hair, I was mostly nude underneath the thick cotton. Tonight I was feeling amorous and headed to what the locals call a fur and skin tavern. I took the practice a little farther than other women, this was just supposed to be a way for a woman to unwind and satisfy erotic urges. A safe place for a woman to let loose and not worry about the consequences a night of love making usually brought. I was different, the habit quickly became a preoccupation. I grew accustomed to the touch of a wolven lover, feeling his power as I shudder against him. I had learned quickly of how to pleasure these wonderful creatures. Their elegant muzzles, wide strong tongues and furry forms were now as familiar to me as my own body.

The sign of The Wet Dog hung before me in the still night. This had become my favorite tavern to frequent. Here I even got free room and drink as long as Daarm was on duty.

I stepped into the door and made brief eye contact with the doorman. I continued walking and entered the tavern, as a woman there was no need to pay. I was more than welcome to come and go as much as I pleased, a liberty I used often.

I let the hood fall from my shoulder length auburn hair as I entered the tavern. My face held no makeup or fancy preparations, I knew wolven cared not for such trappings. Wiping my troublesome bangs away I unhooked the robe and handed it to the steward. He carried the coat away, leaving me standing in the tavern with only a loose fitting dress. The fabric began at my breasts and ended just below my hips, there wasn't much more to it. As a tailor by trade it always made me laugh to make these kinds of outfits for myself. I might go from sewing a flowing elegant gown or proper suit to the trashy tavern dress I designed to be ripped off in a flash. I often wondered if I should start selling them.

Poised and ready I scanned the room as I tried to decide where to begin. I decided to take it slow and go to the bar for a drink to relax before I started the prowl.

As I walked towards the bar and weaved past the light crowd I found a delightful surprise.

On a barstool sat a large wolven male, One who I immediately recognized. His name was Garris. He had shown me quite a time the week before. It wasn't often I would run into a previous lover like this, I wondered if he'd remember me.

As I approached from behind he guzzled his drink unaware. He had a somber look about him as he sat. He was a city outsider, his fur scruffy from exposure to the elements, a few stray burs still clung to his bare paws. Many women would stay away from “dirty" wolven like him. Many preferred more properly trimmed city dwellers to spend their lonely nights with. To me he was alluring and raw, a shining example of bestial masculinity.

Looking him over, his chest was bare, around his waist an empty sword belt and gear attached to a loose loin cloth. His fur was black, spotted with streaks of gray along his chest and muzzle that revealed his age. His long fur draped onto the counter as he held the mug, his head low as I watched the fur on his back shift from the powerful muscles hidden underneath.

My footsteps were unnoticed amidst the clamor of the tavern. I stood only a few paces behind the male wolven and waited. After a few moments Garris stop and lifted his head. His powerful nose sniffed the air before he turned about to meet my patient gaze.

His dark brown eyes peered at me as his bewildered look changed into a knowing grin. I myself returned the smile and stepped forward. I was flattered, he had remembered me. Letting his drink drop to the counter he spun his body to meet mine. I reached my hand out and perched it on his fluffy shoulder beside his now panting jaw. Without a word he cradled my chin in his large furry paw as he leaned down to meet me. Lips parted as his long tongue slid across my open mouth. I loved how direct he was. A male of his age and stature needed to say little to make an impression. I found his confidence and strength exhilarating.

I felt the warm tongue slide across my face giving me a taste of his pungent alcohol amidst furry musk. He crossed my face a few more times before he sat back up. Letting his arm rest on the bar he breathed slowly as I took him in. His large barreled chest heaved up and down to display the powerful lungs that drove this beast. There was no open seat next to him, but his stance made it clear that would not be a problem.

“A seat for a lady?" I said coyly to the male that was already making me giddy.

“There is always room for you, Catherine." Garris spoke. I smiled as I pulled myself up to turn and sit onto his furry leg. I was glad to hear he had even remembered my name, I must have shown him as good a time as he showed me last week. I settled down as he turned back towards the bar with me swinging along for the ride. I could feel his long fur tickling my thighs underneath the short dress as I let my legs drop over him. Garris was large even for a wolven, I only just reached his chin in his lap.

I was happy to see Daarm working the bar, he was quick to slide me a glass of my favorite ale. Daarm was one of the males I had spent quite a few erotic nights with. He was a wild one despite his calm composure when on duty, he always thanked me with free drinks and a kind smile. But tonight my mind was on a different male.

I took my glass in hand and relaxed as the liquid did its magic. Leaning back into the dark fluffy body of the large wolven I glanced over to his right arm holding onto his mug. I noticed two deep long wounds across his forearm, they were only a few days old.

“Garris! Are you ok?" I asked with concern as I leaned to inspect the wounds closer.

“Do not worry, It is nothing." Said the proud male. He had declined to tell me what his occupation was and I was not one to press. By the remnants of his equipment he likely did perilous work, now evident by the wounds he likely received in a desperate fight. As I looked closer I was able to notice older scars well hidden under his dark fur. He had a tough life, I wondered what harrowing tales he could tell.

I was contented to let the past stay hidden, I turned my attention to the moment. Drink in hand I siped as my left arm wrapped around Garris's own. I let our limbs intertwine as my fingers glided over his smooth fur. His arm shifted as I followed it to my naked thigh as his worn pawpads rubbed carefully over my supple skin.

Sensing the quickening pace Garris took a long gulp to finish his drink. I too, drunk the remaining liquid down as our arms reached out and dropped the empty mugs together on the counter. I turned up to see his muzzle panting hard as liquor still dripped off his wide lips. My hand free of the drink now flew over my head and around to the opposite side of his large face to gently grip his head. Holding him above my shoulder I gently pulled his muzzle down to meet my lips.

His gaping jaws covered my face. Traces of his strong drink hit my lips as I felt his warm, damp mouth engulf me. I loved how brash and raw wolven were. He held nothing back as his hungry maw slathered my needy face.

As his jaws gently locked onto my cheeks I opened wide within his muzzle. I pushed my own tongue against his as we pushed and twisted into each other. I moaned deep into his muzzle as I felt my body melt into his furry embrace. His paw still stroked my thigh as he shifted to the outside of my body to lay a firm paw onto my butt cheek. Not to be left out his other arm closed around me to stroke at my covered stomach. I felt his dull nails slide against the fine fabric.

Garris knew just how to push my buttons, his strong wolven arms held me firmly but gently as we shared a long sloppy kiss. I could feel my thighs moisten as my body surrendered to this male. His paw continued to rub my clothed stomach as my loose dress failed under the firm attention. My left breast popped free from the dress as it was pulled away. I knew not if Garris exposed me on purpose or the action was a playful accident, it did not matter. Sensing the sudden nudity I giggled back into Garris's large mouth as I echoed within him. I gently persuaded the paw on my butt to rise to my escaped breast. Happily he took the tender flesh in his paws as he spread wide to grasp the whole of my loose bosom.

I felt his firm pawpads and fine ticking fur against my pliable flesh as I took in the delicate sensation. Garris's plied my nipples between his furry digits as small shivers ran through my body. We stayed groping, stroking and licking for another few moments before we broke the kiss. His panting muzzle still smiling as we breathed against one another.

As I let my upper back rub against his strong furry shoulder I felt his nose sniffing at my hair. His right paw still at my stomach now flagrantly pulled at my dress to reveal my other breast and bunch the fabric around my stomach. I laughed aloud and pushed my chest forward as I reveled in his boldness. His other hand took my bare breast and began his work to massage my ample flesh. Both his paws grasped and pushed my chest as I settled into his.

Between my legs I felt his firmness as he buried his nose into my long hair. My mouth now unabated moaned aloud as my legs reflexively spread. I wanted to lean forward and let him take me right here, but I knew the rules of this establishment. What we were doing was already borderline, I needed to keep myself in check. I let my hips stay firm as I felt him push up into me. My dress rode up my waist, nearly revealing my bare crotch to him. We writhed against one another until we were shocked out of our trance by a loud tapping. Daarm leaned over the counter towards us, one paw against the wood and another holding a room key in his outstretched paw.

Smiling at him I took a deep breath and regained my composure as Garris panted against my head.

“Thanks, Daarm, Let's make it an all night room..." I spoke before I snatched the key from The barkeeper's friendly paw.

Garris heard the words and couldn't help but noticeably quiver at the prospect. I didn't invite a male to spend all night often, but now felt right. I would let Garris take me as many times as he pleased.

I hurriedly stepped off the stool as I held Garris's paw desperate to run to the room right away. His paw held firm as he stopped at the bar stool. Confused I turned around to see if something was wrong. I was shocked when his paw slid past my hand and hooked under my armpit. With a firm paw he held my back and started to lift me towards his tall frame. I leaned into his paw for balance as I felt my feet leave the ground. His arm shook and quivered with the strain but it held. I couldn't do much more than giggle as my toes failed to touch the floor of the tavern. I knew he was strong but this was an incredible feat even for a wolven. He looked at me with a proud smile underneath the physical strain as he seemed to have satisfied a specific curiosity of his. Before his strength could fail he hooked his other paw under my legs as he picked me up in both arms. Looking down at me lovingly as he walked across the bar and towards the stairs. I once again settled into his powerful chest as I felt his muscles tense and lungs pump in anticipation.

I felt so safe in his capable arms, he knew how to be both powerful and gentle. I slowly stroked his long fur as we ascended the stairs.

Garris laughed lightly as I struggled to hold the key out to the door and align it from my horizontal position. Finally hearing a click I kicked my feet and giggled in celebration before we stepped inside.

A large foot paw balanced our combined weight as he firmly kicked the door closed behind us. Hearing the click of the door was a visceral signal to me. What modicum of restraint I held from downstairs was now dropped. We were alone and everything we did from this moment was guided solely by our combined passion.

My arms flew to my dress as I found the few strategic clasps hidden along my side and popped them open. The cloth pulled away and fell from my body.

Garris couldn't help but drool as he walked me to the large bed and laid me down. His hands free, quickly unlatched his heavy belt letting the leather and metal clang to the floor. His large dark sheath was released as it stood proudly before me. I settled on the edge of the bed to ready myself as my eyes drank in his form. Not wasting a moment Garris leaned down and stepped forward into my spread legs perched off the edge of the bed.

Garris grasped onto my legs as I felt his hot member hook into my vulva. Finding his angle Garris pushed forward to savor the feeling. His furry sheath kissed my lips as it peeled back to let his canine cock slide deep into me. I felt him begin to throb and let loose a jet of precum into my trembling passage as he sank in.

“Mmhhmm.. yes..." I said, through clenched teeth as I felt his still swelling knot pop from his sheath and into my body. His powerful hips found their comfortable position between my spread thighs. His cock shuddered as is expanded deep into my body.

Garris moaned aloud as he reveled in the familiar comfort of a warm inviting female. Hips still pressed into me, I felt large paws pull at my raised legs and clutch them against his sturdy form. With me firmly secure his hips began their work. His short powerful thrusts rocked my body as he leaned over letting his clenched jaw grunt and strain over me as his pace quickened. My body bounced as I took every hit, feeling my thighs press into his warm fur while his rigid cock plunged into my depths. His swelling knot started to pop in and out as I tried to grasp it. Garris continued to grunt as he thrust against my prone form.

It didn't take long for me to feel Garris reaching his peak. His massive cock now pushing and pulling against my walls as his feral pace stayed true. I looked down between my jiggling breasts as my hips were lifted from the bed to follow the hard thrusts of my wolven partner. As I stared down at my spread thighs and gasped aloud as I felt it. His full knot was now held within me as his powerful thrusts pushed my flesh to its limit. Against the rock hard bulb I could feel my clitoris stretch against my own writhing flesh as Garris continued his unrelenting pace.

My toes curled in the air behind my lover as I felt my body stretch out and my legs push even wider around The dark wolven's hips.

I felt my pleasure building as my hips echoed with his thrusts. I felt all the precum I had teased out of him slosh around as I started to cry out.

“Oh..mmm..."

I felt his firm knot pumping away, stretching me in the most delightful way.

“MHHH!"

His paws held firm as the fur rubbed into my legs and warmed my skin. His bunched sheath cushioned every thrust against my lips.

“Oooo..ahh..ah..."

The unrelenting power, there was no stopping it. I accepted this handsome wolven would claim my body and make me peak around his pounding cock.

“Ahh... ahHH!"

My body clenched as his raw powerful pace hastened my peak faster and faster

“AHHH-h-h-h-h... OOHH!!!"

My head pushed back hard against the sheets as I cried out. My back arched off the bed as my feet trembled in the air. My body reeled as waves of pleasure washed over me. My walls hugged the canine member firmly into my body as I continued to wail, the waves reverberated within me. I continued to feel the relentless, dogged pace of my lover. He did not relent as my own pleasure splashed up again making my hips twitch against his warm fur. It was hard for my body to come down when the amazing sensations still washed over me. I groaned as my head pushed against the bed as I tried to take in the overpowering sensations as my hips were held firm, ready for my lover to finish.

Garris started cumming as he kept the pace against my flashy climax. His member throbbed and let his animalistic seed seep into my body. He marked me as the little wolven loving pervert that I shamelessly was. Garris groaned under his breath as his pace slowed and stopped. Looming above me I saw a drop of saliva drip from his upturned muzzle as he breathed hard. It looked like he had needed this even more than me. Looking down Garris gave a wide smile as he firmly kept his position within me, he remembered how I enjoyed the sensations of a pseudo tie. Even though my body could not grip like a wolven female I let my muscles reach to flex around him. My own fingers reached down to casually trace over my bulging vulva and teased the back of the wolven knot until I felt him pull away.

Garris stood beyond the edge of the bed as he let his spent cock slide back into his dark sheath. I sat up and gazed at his body. His barreled chest led down to a tight stomach, his whole front a mess of dark fur that still held faint indents of my legs where he pressed into me. My eyes studied his maleness between his long powerful wolven legs. Only the tip of his pink member stood out from dark fur of his large sheath and fuzzy balls that hung below. He even had gray hairs along his wet sheath and groin. The mark of an experienced and capable lover.

Before my mind could focus on much else I felt a paw touch me on the shoulder gently. With his other paw he made a quick circle gesture to me, It seemed he wanted another round already. Giggling I put my knees wide onto the bed as I faced away from Garris as he worked himself into position behind me. I love how rarely he spoke in the bedroom, or much at all. He silently commanded my respect and I happily gave it to him, there was little need for words when such raw passion was at play.

I bent over leaning on my spread knees as I felt his large paws touch my back and rub into my taught muscles for a moment. One paw glided down to my hips while the other found its way to my front to tease my breast. I felt his large furry chest push into my back as I savored the tender touch of fur on my skin. I expected to feel his canine member slide into me at any moment, but instead I felt his arms grip me strongly. I was lifted from the bed and held against his body.

My hands grabbed onto his arm instinctively as I was suspended into the air. Garris stepped away from the bed with me hanging in his arms, taking a moment to shift his weight and line me up to his waiting sheath. I felt his cock poke tentatively up into my passage as he gently probed to find the best position. Lifting me up he was satisfied by the arrangement and began to pump into my helpless body. His strong arms held me in the air as his powerful hips rocked upwards to spread me wide for his large wolven cock.

“So strong!" I gasped against my dominate lover to commend his feat of strength.

My hands held tight around Garris's mighty arm while my legs spread wide into the room. I was out of control, and I loved it. In our every interaction he exuded a firm but gentle energy that made me feel safe with him. My body was clay to be molded in his skillful paws. I was his.

I moaned out as his knot once again spread me wide and tickled my senses. I felt his hips slow as his body shifted under me. I expected to be walked back to the bed to finish. But instead I felt the paw on my hips follow up my leg as he spun me against his body, his member twisted within my flesh. My bent leg passed under his chin before it straightened out above his other shoulder. His paw now held onto my lower hip as the other cradled my back held out from his body. I was sideways against Garris as he panted and looked down at my hanging breasts and wide eyes. I was not to touch the ground while he was with me. His thrusts resumed a little slower this time as he tested the new arrangement.

I felt his large paw pads spread against my back as he held and rocked against me.

“Garris... Oh..." I whispered.

My arms reached into the fluffy stomach between my legs as my body stretched back in passion.

“Take me! Take me as many times as you ever want, I am always open to you." I made sure to look the handsome beast right in his dark brown eyes. I meant what I said.

Garris was smiling as he plunged deep into me. His eyes closed to focus on the sensation his swollen cock was making locked within my slick walls.

My hands reached between my legs as I combed into Garris's long fur and felt the impressive abdominal muscles beneath. They flexed hard as his hips hammered against my restrained body. My eyes closed as my face tensed against the sensations. I was going to climax again, my second orgasm always came quicker and harder then the first. My body strained to spread wider as my hands grasped at Garris's hips and stomach as he took me. Unable to resist my oncoming pleasure one hand drifted to my own body and rubbed at my stimulated clit. My legs once again drew back as they gently flexed and thumped against Garris's panting body as my fingers pushed me far over the edge.

“Garris! oh! Oh! Mmhhmm..! MHH!" I shouted aloud uncaring who heard me call to my lover in this lust filled building.

I bit my lip as I continued quick hard circles on my pulsing clit. My eyes closed tight as my body thrashed about still held firm and unable to move despite my strongest attempts. I could do nothing but cum hard against my lover and feel my passage flex and caress the swollen member as I rode out the high.

When I regained my senses Garris still held me firm in his paws. His body now leaned over from our combined weight, his own mouth panting hard. I felt him throb into me as I hung close to the floor underneath his hulking form. We hung in space for many moments as I listened to his panting slow as his throbbing member did its work within my weary body. He kept his eyes closed as he took it all in.

I reached out and gingerly touched his cheek, his eyes opened and looked back with a drained but pleasant look. I kissed him on the cheek as I bent my body upwards. He returned a quick exasperated lick to my own cheek between his ragged panting.

Garris finally stood up as he reached down cradled me in his arms high against his chest. He walked us over to the large bed and climbed up. His actions were slow to keep his still squirting cock within me. He laid me down and followed suit, we were both exhausted. Our passionate love making left us both desperate for sleep. I was happy to let him stay stuck inside of me, I knew wolven loved to keep their cocks tight and warm. I would take every drop he had to give.

Garris spooned into my back as we rested. Our weary bodies found sleep as I gripped the dark furry arm that held me, I felt so safe.

My groggy eyes opened as I awoke against my lover. His arm still over my body as light snoring was heard just above my head. My eyes rose to look at the high window of the room. It was still dark, there was still much of the night left.

I turned slowly to lay on my back as Garris's paw followed my stomach. I stretched my nude body out as I looked at the dark, graying chest of the wolven at my side.

Garris felt different than the others. He seemed special to me, and the reason was obvious.

Growing up in an affluent home we had many servants who worked in our manor house. When I was little we had a wolven guardian named Fennu. He was part bodyguard, part caretaker for me and my brothers. I still remember how I laughed and rode on his shoulders around the garden playing with his big fluffy ears. He had incredible patience with me. He would escort us into town, with him I always knew I was safe. He was an older graying wolven just like Garris. He always was gentle and kind but would not hesitate to give his life to protect the family, his family. It was devastating to hear only a year after he had retired from our families service that he had passed away. I had missed him ever since, he was practically a father to me with how many lasting impressions he made on my young mind.

I reached out and stroked Garris on his fluffy chest as I reminisced. Perhaps it was my emotionally distant family and my closeness to our few wolven servants that led me to spend my adult life in furry embraces. I balked at the men that tried to court me, I was not interested. Life was a bit of a whirlwind for me. I had learned the trade of tailoring and sewing early and took naturally to the craft. I always wanted to create beautiful clothing for both peoples of this city and express my creativity.

The life I chose did not sit well with my family. I lived unmarried above a small shop where my days were consumed making and selling my works. My nights were spent with my many furry lovers. I knew my father was ashamed of me, I was supposed to have found a man and stopped this silly dream of sewing for the rest of my life by now. It hurt me to even admit it again, but I had come to peace with it long ago.

Maybe I was broken, abnormal. But it did not matter, there was no way to "fix" me. In moments like this, laying with my lover, or thinking about my next creation, all worked to fill in those broken parts of myself.

Feeling bold I let my fingers sink into Garris's chest fur. I stroked the firm skin underneath hoping to gently get his attention. A pair of dark eyes peered down at me as he stirred. A smile spread across his face as he pulled me into a slow sloppy kiss. I giggled against his wet tongue as he slathered my face like a puppy. A paw tugged on my hips and I followed it up his body as I straddled over his laying naked form. Between my legs was his large furry sheath. I reached out with both hands as I stroked along its surface feeling his swelling shaft and bulging knot under the tight skin and fur.

Garris's paw left my waist as both his arms relaxed behind his large head, his ears perked tall as he sat back to watch. Now was his time to relax.

I squeezed the flesh as I gingerly pushed the swelling member from his sheath. Pushing further I saw his flesh strain as the knot reached the lip of the furry pouch. My fingers very carefully let the skin part and gradually slide down around his sensitive knot as the flesh stretched wide. I saw him twitch and spray as he grunted and savored the delicate feeling only male canines knew.

I wasted no time to lift my body and fall upon his spurting cock. Catching the latest jet of fluid within myself I slid down and pushed my hips forward as I felt another twitch within me. My passage was so wet he slid in effortlessly, knot and all. I started to rock my hips back and forth over his body. I loved to get grabbed and humped, to feel raw male power push deep into me. But I also loved the feeling of rocking a long hard cock slowly within me. I felt the tip press into my walls as the knot pulled my flesh the opposite direction. My hands held onto his huge thighs as I steadied my pace. I pushed forward, back, circled my hips wide as I let his stiff member push and pull on every part of my tender body.

Garis kept his pose as he sank into the bed at my display. His eyes watched as my breasts swayed and bounced along with the motion. I watched closely as Garris began to pant and huff, his ears beginning to drop down. His cock was rock hard and he was ready to release again. I waited until I saw him begin to lightly gasp under his panting breath, a tell to his nearing release.

My hand left his leg and grabbed between our bodies. With only mild effort I was able to pull myself off his cock as I let my full hand reach down to his straining knot. I grabbed tightly as my fingers hooked bellow and delicately held the massive organ. My mouth lowered to his tapered tip as I felt his flesh throb in my hand. A jet of semen landed on my extended tongue as I slid over him with my lips. My hand clamped down hard against his sensitive bulb as I felt his hips rise from the bed as he groaned aloud. He came hard into my waiting mouth as I gently sucked on his trembling cock, my tongue licking the delicate tip. Garris groaned again as I let my other hand join to squeeze him even harder. Wolven loved a firm grip on and behind their knots, I learned it seemed to draw an even more exquisite orgasm out of them. I closed my eyes as I focused on flicking my tongue amidst the shower of musky liquid that sprayed into me. I relished every drop. I was always amazed at how much fluid wolven males produced. So many women refused to engage in oral with wolven or men. Thinking it was low standing or deplorable. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought. Wolven were so bold, they would never hesitate to pleasure their lover or be ashamed to express their innermost passion. I loved that about them, and I worked to emulate the same kind of raw honesty and eagerness that came so naturally to their species.

The night continued as we slept, awoke, made love only to fall against each other many times during the long night. As morning approached our pace slowed, weariness taking us both. I didn't want it to end, but my body was sore and mind hazy as I dug my face into the dark comforting fur of Garris's chest and let sleep take me one more time.

I awoke again and saw daylight streaming into the window. I needed to get back the shop and open soon. I sat up on the bed. Stretching out I yawned as my body struggled to rise after the many sessions of rough animalistic sex. As I stood and walked to the water basin on shaky legs I took the towel and looked down at my body. Light claw marks streaked across my hips, chest and upper legs. Seed still clung to me in places while wolven essence leaked from my well worn vulva. I gently washed my face then body to make myself presentable to the city. I giggled to myself as I reached down and felt the dripping seed between my fingers. Most of it still held deep within my incompatible body. I relished the mixture as a souvenir to a long night of delightful pleasures. I grabbed my crumpled dress and began to re-secure it around me.

Garris stirred as he missed me by his side, sitting up his tired eyes looked over to me.

“I need to get back to the shop, You can sleep in if you need to, Daarm won't bother you."

I stepped over towards the bed as I adjusted the dress on my body.

“You were a magnificent lover Garris... what I told you before, I was serious."

“I run a small clothing shop on the west side of town, You may not have much need for my wares..."

“Stop by anytime, my hours are... flexible." I smiled at the flattered looking wolven who still sat nude in bed.

“I could see myself making a trip, or many..." Garris spoke, his voice heavy and longing. I really looked forward to seeing him again, he had certainly earned my adoration.

“Well... See you again, Lover." Before I hesitantly left the room and headed down stairs. I grabbed my long cloak and walked back into the city.

If all went well this could become a regular ritual, the thought made my feminine lips quiver as I still held my lovers seed. It would certainly save me the time and effort of going to the tavern and sorting out the potentials. Younger wolven could certainty please me, but Garris was a rarity. I yearned to jump into his arms again and lose myself in his strong embrace again, and by his tone that may not be too far away.

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The story shift back to Mark and Keera in the next chapter. Fur and Skin: Dating a Wolfess>>

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I will be making this part of a series that primarily focuses on Mark from the previous chapter. I wanted to introduce two more characters into the story before moving forward. Also it was fun to try a woman's POV and get to know a wolven male from this world.

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