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In all honesty, when Sythe had propositioned Maren Taverndatter at the Legacy Estate hot tub, half of him expected to be cussed out and the other half expected to have something thrown at his head. In fact, the only thing he hadn't expected was for Maren to take him up on his offer, even with as nervous and flustered as she seemed. While she was probably the most tolerant non-Keidran in their group (not a high bar to clear if you counted Raine and Karen as non-human) there was always a bit of tension between them.

Yet at the same time they quietly got along better than perhaps any other duo in the group aside from Maren and her own sister. They were both practical, forward-thinking, a little sarcastic, and they both really just wanted to return to a world where life made sense. But, well, considering Maren's ex-fiancé had apparently put some kind of hybrid baby in his ex-fiancé, it was clear sanity was no longer on the table. So why not have a bit of wild, senseless fun with an attractive human instead? Even he had to admit Maren was beautiful, in a human sort of way, the lack of fur had taken some getting used to but even without it she had a remarkable body. And assuming she didn't change her mind or he didn't do something stupid, he might have a chance to see all of that body very soon.

After slipping out of the beach room to avoid suspicion, the walk back to his room had thankfully been quick and quiet. There was no sign of the red headed she-wolf and the little Basitin girl anywhere in the halls as the duo snuck back to Sythe's private room. There was nothing special about it, just one of the mansion's seemingly endless guest rooms, but it was situated far from the beach room and Sythe wasn't bedding down with anyone who might disturb them.

“There's the table. Just ask it what you want and it appears! If they have it." Sythe opened up with some of the worst small talk he could have mustered, but he knew Maren mentioned needing a drink.

“Huh…handy. Could have used this at my inn." She replied back, keeping her eyes locked on the table like she was worried it might jump up and bite her. Or maybe she just didn't want to look at him right now. She seemed completely lost in thought and her skin was starting to turn bright red in areas, he'd learned from his uncle that was a sign of shame and embarrassment in humans. If she wasn't interested in sleeping with him, he didn't want to pressure her into anything.

“Maren, not to shoot myself in the foot, but I told you, it's okay if you're uncomfortable. I know humans don't go this fast." He tried to muster something resembling a smile without showing any fangs. “We can just take it easy."

“Ngh…" Maren snapped around on her heels so fast it almost caught Sythe off guard, although her burning cheeks toned down the intimidation factor.

“Tell me, Wolfboy! Just how different are you from a human?" She blurted out.

“Uh…huh? In what regard?" Sythe knew about the basics of human courtship, but his diplomatic training didn't teach him anything about human sexual behavior.

“You know what I mean! How do you…compare?" She snapped back. Having never seen a human naked before, Sythe had no idea what he was even supposed to compare to.

“Um, I'm not really sure?" He said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. “But…I mean, I'm not wearing any pants right now…so…"

Ever since he'd caught her alone in the hot tub his cock had been inching out of its sheathe, creating a little tent in the front of his trunks. The only reason Maren hadn't caught on was because she'd barely been looking at him and he'd hunched over a bit to try and conceal the bulge. But having dropped his trunks when they got to his room, and given how wide Maren's eyes went, it was clear his crotch had her undivided attention now.

“Drinks! Yes! Need Drinks!" She whipped right back around on her heels and headed straight for the table. Sythe almost thought he'd utterly blown his chances before Maren took a slow, deep breath and appeared to calm down somewhat.

“Table!" She shouted in a commanding tone. “I order you to make me a red wine…er, actually make that a whiskey…a whole bottle!"

The table sat there, unphased by her sharp tone.

“Hello?"

“You actually have to put your hand on it first." He offered, mostly to be polite but also just to tease her a bit.

“Oh." She replied, placing a hand on the table. “Okay? Whiskey!"

There was another long, awkward pause, and Sythe started to wonder if he'd been given a room with a defective table or something. Before he could open his muzzle, however, a bottle of whiskey and two small glasses appeared on the table in front of Maren. The bottle had some ridiculous drawing of a drunken dragon on the front and a label that read “Dragon Slayer". He might have laughed at that a bit if Maren hadn't immediately uncorked the bottle so the smell of the alcohol hit him square in the nose.

“Well, huh…" Maren said, intelligently, inspecting the bottle and taking a deep whiff off the open lip with her far less sensitive human nose.

“Pretty neat, isn't it?" Sythe asked to take his mind off the smell, but he got a bit more concerned when Maren didn't seem to be paying attention. “…Maren?"

“Hmm? Oh, Sythe," She came back to reality and turned to face him. “I'm alright, it's just that…this is my favorite brand of whiskey. Stupidly rare and expensive stuff."

“I guess that works out for us, eh?" He joked.

“Yeah, but…it's only here because Trace used to buy it for me when we were…involved." She replied with an almost somber tone, and it was clear to see why.

Sythe hadn't gotten the full story from anyone in either group so far, but he was well aware that Maren had been with that Legacy boy back before he found his conscience. Or, before he met whatever otherworldly force that compelled him to go from slaying Keidran to laying them. Realizing the only whiskey on hand was a holdover from whatever went on between them was probably a mood killer.

“I'm so-“

“If you finish that sentence I'll break this bottle over your head, Wolfboy." Maren cut him off sharply before taking an impressively deep swig of whiskey straight from the bottle. Sythe had to admit watching her swallow a good portion of that drink in one go without effort was deeply, deeply hot.

“Yes, dating Legacy sucked, and seeing him now is all kinds of awkward, but I'm here now because I want to take that crap off my mind." She was still scowling a bit, but her tone had gotten noticeably lighter.

“And how do you propose we do that?" Sythe asked, cocking an eyebrow at Maren. She blushed a bit, brushing some more hair over her eye, but she tried to stand confidently when she replied.

“Getting drunk would help."

“And after that?"

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Wolfboy." She quipped as she sat on the bed for another swig. Sythe shamelessly ran his eyes down her body as she leaned back to get a deep drink in.

“Whatever you say, Humangirl." He teased back, sitting down next to her.

So, the duo sat down to share the bottle of whiskey, although admittedly Maren drank more than Sythe did, and was definitely holding it better. He probably should have expected the daughter of a tavern owner to know how to hold her alcohol, but it was too late for second guessing now. After a few rounds of drinking the bottle ran dry, Sythe's tongue was on fire, and he developed a noticeable buzz, but this didn't stop him from heading over to the table to get them another bottle. Regardless of whether he actually had slept with Maren tonight, getting drunk together was surprisingly fun.

“Not so fast, Puppy." Maren chuckled as she grabbed his tail.

“Puppy?" Sythe grumbled a bit. “What happened to 'Wolfboy'? And getting whiskey?"

“'Puppy' is cuter." Maren teased back, trying to play it cool. But when she started to shift a bit and release his tail, he realized how nervous she was. “Besides, I want to remember this."

“What are you planning on remembering?" Sythe asked as he sat back down next to Maren. She immediately leaned into his side, and he realized how smooth and warm her skin was. She reached up to trace a hand along his muzzle before tracking down his neck, across his muscular chest, and down to his thigh.

“Everything." The husky way Maren growled that word in his ear got Sythe's tail wagging and his cock throbbing. “Now sit and behave like a good Puppy."

On some level, Sythe wanted to push back against any orders given by a human, he was a Wolf with pride and principles after all. Then he saw Maren brushing her hair aside to get at the string on her bikini top and nearly ripped the sheets with his claws. There wasn't much pride or principle in the way Sythe's jaw hung open, bug-eyed and slightly drooling, as he ate up all the fine contours and curves of Maren's body. Thankfully, his undignified display went unnoticed by Maren, as she was too busy fumbling with the intricate knots on her swimwear and muttering curses to herself.

“Need a hand there, Princess?" Sythe teased.

“'Princess'?" Maren shot back, indignant. “How am I-“

Whatever quip she might have had lined up apparently slipped her mind the second the woman laid eyes on Sythe's now fully erect cock. Now, by Keidran standards, Sythe was fairly average in terms of size, but Maren was looking at his length like it was the most remarkable thing she'd ever seen. Naturally, Sythe decided to tease her about this.

“So, how do I compare, Princess?" Sythe replied, smirking and stretching his arms out over his head to give Maren a proper view. Maren spent a good moment red-faced and stunned to silence as she gawked at his throbbing member, before shaking her head, cocking it to the side, and grinning back at him.

“Not bad, it's kinda cute you got so hard and I'm not even naked yet." Sythe had to admit, that was well played, but he still had a response.

“Then we should fix that." Sythe slipped a hand up Maren's back to the tie on her bikini and cut it loose with his claw, letting the top fall free to reveal her soft, round breasts.

Maren looked both surprised and impressed at his little play, before ghosting her hands up his chest to tug his hair tie free and cup his muzzle. She leaned in closely and began to press her lips against his muzzle, up and down his mouth from front to side, all while her arms snaked around his neck and pulled their bodies together. Sythe knew about the human ritual of touching mouths to show affection but this was something feverish and wild. It made his heart race and his tail beat against the covers with anticipation.

“You gonna kiss me back or what?" Maren running her lips over every inch of his snout and neck she could reach. Truth be told, Sythe wasn't even sure how to replicate what Maren was doing to him with his long, narrow mouth, but not knowing what he was doing had never stopped him before.

He managed to catch Maren as she circled back to the front of his mouth and press back against her while resting his hands on her smooth hips. This seemed to please Maren, who let out a small cooing moan against his lips while pressing against them more and flicking her tongue out. Sythe, deciding to follow the expert's lead, opened his mouth and let his broad canine tongue out to tangle with Maren's. He could taste the whiskey and pizza on her mouth as steamy breaths wafted over his face, urging the wolf to grip Maren tighter and taste her more deeply. Sythe always thought humans were prudish when it came to courting, but if this was part of their rituals, he clearly misjudged them.

The pair took their time getting immersed in each other, Maren stroked every square inch of Sythe she could reach north of his shaft and he took the time to memorize all the nuances of her taste and scent. She didn't have a Keidran's musk, but there was something uniquely intoxicating about Maren's natural flavor. Once they'd sufficiently explored each other, Maren broke the kiss, panting and trailing a little of his saliva between them.

“Now..." Was all Sythe's kiss-addled mind could manage as he cut Maren's bottoms free and tried to guide her hips against his cock. He was practically aching now, he wanted nothing more than to mount and rut this human into the mattress. But, when he tried to guide Maren down onto his shaft, she leaned back and pulled his hands away.

“Slow down, Puppy." Maren gasped out the words as she tried to coax Sythe's eyes to meet hers.

“You are…really big," Sythe took a moment to be quietly proud of that fact. “And I'm gonna need us to, you know, warm up."

Warm up? Sythe felt like he was on fire and he'd never been this hard in his life, how much more could Maren need to prepare? This was frustrating and confusing to the Keidran, but he restrained himself for Maren's sake.

“So how do we warm up?" Sythe asked, trying hard not to growl with desire and discomfort.

“I mean-don't Keidran women need a little…uh…extra work to get ready for something like this?" Maren seemed flabbergasted by the idea that someone could be completely ready for sex so quick.

“No." Sythe replied flatly.

“W-Well, Humans need to do a little more work before they get to business." Maren said, sliding out of Sythe's lap and stroking his thighs. If she was trying to play it cool, it wasn't working, her face was as red as he'd ever seen it.

“I'm going to give you a demonstration of how Human's warm up, just..," Maren got a small surge of confidence and gave Sythe a smirk that caused his heart to skip. “Try not to howl, Puppy."

Sythe was briefly confused as Maren kneeled between his legs, eyes locked on his cock, before she shut down all of his critical thinking by licking her hand and wrapping her warm, wet palm around his cock. He groaned, loudly, and collapsed back on the bed in pleasure as Maren began to pump his length up and down in her hand. With rough Keidran paw-pads and claws something like this would have been hard, but Maren had no issue wringing gasps and grunts out of Sythe as she worked his hot shaft. It didn't take long for instinct to kick in and the wolf to start thrusting up into her tight grip.

“Ooh, somebody's eager." Maren teased. “Promise to sit still and I'll give you something even better."

The wolf managed, barely, to slow his thrusting hips down, although he had to claw at the bed sheets and whimper to do so. The feeling of Maren wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, however, was more than worth the restraint she was asking for. Her tongue swirled and flicked around his cock while her head bobbed up and down in his lap. The pleasure was so intense it took every ounce of willpower for Sythe not to grab her head and begin drilling her mouth right there.

“M-AH-ren…" He sputtered out in broken Common. “It's too…It's too…let me finish!"

Maren slipped her mouth off his cock and returned to using her hands as she smirked up at the begging dog.

“Not so fast, I was saving that for later." She replied with a wink.

“Pl-please!" Sythe was too close to cumming to settle down now, he needed a release before they could keep going. Besides, Keidran never came just once while mating, he would have plenty to spare.

“Alright, but only because you asked nicely." Maren leaned forward and took him as deep into her mouth as she could, stopping just short of his knot while her tongue snaked over every inch of his searing shaft. It didn't take long for Maren to become frustrated, however, letting out a huff around his cock and removing her lips so she could jack him off as hard and fast as her hands could manage.

“Hurry…Maren..!" He was so close already he was starting to see white, but with his knot being left out the pleasure just kept building and building in his core with no release.

“I'm doing my best here!" She snapped in response.

“Knot…you g-gotta…the knot!" Sythe hadn't realized he'd switched back to Keidran while speaking, but frantically gesturing at his sore, swollen knot bulb got the point across.

“You mean this?" Maren gripped his knot with both hands, squeezed, and Sythe felt a long, powerful howl release from his body. Along with enough fluids to spatter a good amount of Maren's face and chest.

Having finally cum, and possibly died for a second from sheer bliss, Sythe laid back sucking in air and letting out ragged breaths while his tongue dangled out of his mouth. He'd never cum that hard before in his life, and while some of that had to do with Maren's ignorance on Keidran anatomy, the wolf's brain was buzzing with too much ecstasy to care about details like that.

When Sythe did pull his shaking body upright, he finally noticed Maren was still kneeling between his legs, splattered with cum and clearly fuming despite not having moved a muscle. He opened his mouth to both laugh and apologize for this situation, but Maren shot up one finger, got to her feet, and marched over to the magical table in the corner.

“Wet towel!" She snapped, taking the summoned rag and wiping herself clean as quickly as she could.

“You know if you wanted, I could have just licked you clean." Grooming was a big aspect of Keidran intimacy and Sythe had no problem cleaning his cum off Maren. Her response was to wheel around and whip the wet, sticky rag at his head as hard as she could manage. Not having the reflexes or muscle control to protect himself, Sythe took that towel directly to the face.

“And you could have warned me you were going to finish." Maren grumbled as Sythe pulled the towel off his head and she summoned a dry, fresh one. She was too cte when she was pouting to be truly upset with.

“I'm sorry, I was distracted, someone was trying to suck the soul out of my body!" Sythe laughed.

Maren didn't reply at first, she just wiped herself dry slowly, clearly teasing Sythe as she turned around and began to rub her body with the soft cloth. She didn't make direct eye contact with him, but every once in a while, their eyes would meet for a second and a bit of a smirk crossed the human's lips.

“I think you owe me something for that little stunt, Puppy." Maren purred as she sauntered over to the bed with a grin on her lips and a sway in her step.

Sythe expected Maren to end up in his lap, but she instead crawled past him onto the bed where she laid out on the mattress and spread her legs out wide. He could see her folds were soaked, and even without Keidran musk the smell of her arousal was incredible.

“How about you come over here and return the favor?" Maren asked in a low tone, raising her hips a bit to give Sythe a better look at how eager she was.

Sythe had never done anything like this before in his life, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from making Maren moan his name. He crawled forward, tail wagging and tongue hanging out, to lower his muzzle between Maren's legs. Her scent only got stronger as he drew close, and when he brushed his muzzle against her wetness and received a sharp moan of approval in response, he lost all control.

The Keidran licked at her slit like a starving animal, lashing it from every direction with his broad, wet tongue. If her smell was intoxicating, her taste was something else entirely, and Sythe devoted what was left of his rational thinking to kicking himself for not bedding a human woman sooner. Every time he flicked across her folds, her hips bucked up against his muzzle and he earned another moan of pleasure from Maren. Looking up at her from between her thighs he relished watching the tavern keeper writhing in pleasure, groping herself and arching her back against the bed.

Deciding to see if he could make the human howl, Sythe gently reached up with a clawed hand and spread her lower lips wider before plunging his tongue deeper into Maren. She screamed, and locked her smooth thighs around his head to trap him against her hot, soaking folds. Not that he needed the incentive, he wanted nothing more than to have her cum on his muzzle as soon, and as hard, as possible. The wolf assaulted every inch of her cunt that he could reach, from the deepest walls to her clit, practically fucking her with nothing but his tongue.

Under such an onslaught, the human didn't last long. Her entire body shook with pleasure, her fingers tearing at the covers and her mouth screaming in ecstasy as she soaked the wolf's muzzle in gushing fluids. Even as she came Sythe didn't relent, continuing to lap up her folds and let her hump against his probing tongue until her hips couldn't move anymore.

When Maren's legs lazily untangled themselves from the back of Sythe's head, the wolf crawled slowly up her sweaty, shaky body, to lay against her. His face was dripping with her juices, his muzzle fur slick against his skin, when he reached up to gently brush the tangle of purple hair away from her face. Maren leaned into his touch and looked up at him with nothing but pleasure and want.

“I want you." She whispered.

“Me too." He growled.

The pair found their tongues tangled together again as Maren spread her legs wide beneath Sythe and he pressed his furred, muscular body against her soft, smooth skin. He slowly eased into her folds, which clamped so tightly around his length it almost hurt. He tried to be gentle at first, as he was much larger than a human and every shift of his hips caused Maren to gasp and clench around him. Not that he could blame her, he felt like he was thrusting into a vice.

“M-More…"

Sythe cocked an ear as Maren's legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

“G-Give me…more…"

How could he refuse? Sythe reared back as best he could and thrust forward hard enough to rock the bed and shake Maren's entire body. His reward was to feel Maren shaking with pleasure underneath him, and to hear her whispering his name pleadingly. He gripped the sheets in his claws for leverage and went to work, pumping his hips hard and fast into Maren as she rocked beneath him.

It felt like he was on fire, he was surrounded by so much heat and the wet, musky scent of mating was driving him mad. Soon the room was filled with the sound of creaking bed springs, moans of passion, and wet, slapping bodies. Fingernails dug into Sythe's back, only adding to the frenzied pleasure of the moment and causing his rational mind to blur. He was snarling now, claws sinking into the sheets for leverage as he slammed his hips forward like a true animal.

Everything about Maren, seeing her, smelling her, feeling her, caused something primal to activate in Sythe's mind. He pressed Maren's body as tightly against his as possible, he needed something solid to hold onto right now, as there was no way he would last long like this. Maren came first, screaming his name at the top of her lungs and gushing down his length as her entire body clenched around him. The extra slickness finally allowed Sythe to drive his knot all the way into her body and cum. His last conscious thought was of the blinding, searing pleasure racing through his body and an ear-splitting howl.

When Sythe regained the ability to think, he was lying on his back, soaked in sweat and reeking of sex, with a soft weight laying against his chest. Maren was lying on top of him, fingers gently caressing through his fur and grinning lazily from ear to ear. She gently pulled his muzzle into another kiss, slow but no less passionate and thrilling than before.

“Your dick is stuck inside me." Maren mumbled, somehow not killing the romance of the moment. Sythe chucked and brushed her hair back so he could better appreciate how gorgeous Maren was in the afterglow.

“Knots tend to do that." He whispered.

“Good to know." Maren replied dreamily, before cocking an eye and a smirk down at Sythe. “Was the howling part of the Keidran experience too?"

“Yep, just like the screaming I bet." Sythe chuckled back.

There was a brief lull, where the only sounds in the room were gentle breathing.

“…you think anyone heard us?" Maren asked, absentmindedly.

“…I dunno, probably?" Sythe muttered. He hadn't really considered anyone hearing them like this, since he hadn't really considered the two of them like this. “Why do you ask?"

“Just curious." Maren responded as she settled in closely against Sythe's chest. “This definitely wouldn't be the weirdest hookup in this house."

Sythe gave a soft laugh and wrapped his arms gently around Maren, holding her close. While he hadn't expected to end up in bed with a human, let alone Maren Taverndatter of all humans, looking back now it felt right. She was beautiful, intelligent, and the only woman he'd met who could keep up with him in an argument. He was almost kicking himself mentally for not proposing this offer sooner.

“G'night Puppy." Maren sighed.

“Goodnight, Princess." He whispered back, as they relaxed into each other's arms, and fell asleep.