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The Elemental Portals

Book II – Medioterrae

Chapter I – Where and Back Again?

The rag-tag bunch of refugees from Terra, lead by the canine Paul Collieman, spent the next two days moving away from the lava that separated them from the assassins that had followed them through the portal. He forced them to move fast and change course often, sometimes looping back on their own trail and backtracking to a stream or rocky gully before heading in a new direction. They only stopped to eat a quick cold meal at noon and to make camp without a fire at sunset.

Gael Tholkes, a large roan buckskin horse, ran ahead to scout, using his military training to keep out of sight. Paul often sent Junafir Pawstone to watch their rear, relying on the tigress’s senses to pick up any scent or sound of anyone on their tail. Paul and the two humans, James Douglas and his oldest friend Annie Steward, stayed in the main party to protect Constance Jotkowska, the coyote from the university in Cognitionis. Not because they appreciated having been led through an unknown portal to an as yet unidentified world but because she was the only one that knew enough about the portals and the worlds they connected to get them out again.

At least, that was what she claimed.

She had spent each break and the short periods of time between rising and running and falling into a fitful sleep mumbling to herself, measuring the sun and the stars and pulling strange devices out of her pack to see which rules applied to this world.

On the first night she pulled a small gemstone out of her bag and held it up. When she was facing the direction of the lava it glowed dimly. “It’s a world with magic, but what type of magic?” She watched the skies keenly and in the morning was heard to mumble, “There are no moons, so it’s not Westernesse, but it’s somewhere similar.”

During the lunch break on the second day she pulled a scroll from her bag and recited some gibberish, ending by pointing a wooden stick that had been rolled in the same parchment at James and declaring “Erectus Immediatus”. After studying the human for a minute, she asked if he felt any different. “A little, uh, … excited …. maybe?” she added, pointing at the crotch of his dirty jeans.

“Uh, no.”

“So, it’s not Avalon either.” She muttered as she rolled up the scroll. “I wonder if that would have worked if a wizard had cast it?”

Throughout their first three days of travel their luck with the weather, with finding food and catching fish held just as it had on the journey to Cognitionis; was even better, perhaps. On the third night, when Paul finally allowed them to have a fire to cook on, James merely had to put a hand on the hilt of his sword to light it.

“Active abilities.” The coyote noted. “Those stones of yours will likely have other powers, but we’ve no way of knowing what, and it could be dangerous experimenting with them to find out.”

James looked concerned. “How so, Constance?”

“You call me Coyotka.” She reminded him. She usually took some time to get to know someone before insisting on them using her nickname, but being away from the comfort of the university and the last of her friends and colleagues had made her unexpectedly lonely.

She continued. “Stones as large and perfect as those your father left you can have tremendous power, but for the untrained that power can quickly get out of hand. Take for example the uncontrolled sea of lava you summoned back on Terra. It nearly fried us all! Now Imagine if Gael used that diamond to summon a wind to blow an enemy away but called down a cyclone on us instead, and then could not turn it away? Or if Annie’s emerald started vines to grow unchecked around us? We could easily perish. Scholars on these worlds spend centuries determining the extent and scope of such stones’ magic, and they lose many an apprentice along the way.”

James’s was stung by the memory of the lava tsunami he had unleashed. “Are you sure? That lava thing was a bit much, I’ll admit, but it ended well. I don’t think that my father would have left me anything too dangerous.”

Coyotka stood up and loomed over the seated human with her fists on her hips and her eyes blazing over the rim of her glasses. “Young man! I’ll have you know that I am the foremost scholar on portals and off-world lore.”

It was not exactly true. Several others she knew of had more expertise than she on the subject than she did, but she reassured herself, she was the most knowledgeable among the present company.

“I have memorized most of the Wanderer’s handbook. I can identify every world in the connected universe, and I know the locations of ninety-five percent of the known portals.” She added.

“So, where are we?” Paul injected.

Coyotka frowned in thought. “Well, being attacked and running from the lava and all got me turned around a bit. I’ve been trying different devices to see what works and what doesn’t and so far I’ve determined that we are on a world where the rules of science do not apply but those of magic do, to an extent. I’m thinking maybe Elysia. It has no moons, magic relics work there but only witches or wizards can cast spells. But it could be Medioterrae too … it’s hard to tell without seeing some of the inhabitants and determining their mating habits.”

It was Annie’s turn to be skeptical. “Their mating habits?”

“Yes, we need to see what form the local creatures take and what the results of crossbreeding are.” She straightened up and adopted the voice she used in the lecture halls back when there were students in the university. “For example, Westernesse, Avalon, Elysia and Medioterrae all have humanoids in the form of men, elves and dwarves, but some have goblins, ogres and trolls too. On Avalon and Elysia each of these species can only breed with it’s like, but on Westernesse and Medioterrae there are have half-elves and Orc-Trolls and Dwarf-Goblins etcetera. We could determine where we are if a couple of you non-congruent species …” she glanced at where James and Junafir were sitting side-by-side, “… were to practice unprotected breeding to see if impregnation is possible here and then wait to see how the offspring turn out, but that would take too long. No, finding some locals and observing them would resolve the issue much quicker.”

Paul shook his sadly. “Or we could find a village and simply ask where we are.”

“Well, yes, I suppose. If you want to be brash. But observation is a much surer way of …”

Paul cut her off. “Time for bed. Geal, if you see a road or a trail that looks promising tomorrow report back immediately. Otherwise we head downhill until we find a river and then follow it, all the way to the sea if necessary. Civilization always springs up first on the coasts and around river junctions, don’t they, Constance?”

“Ye- … yes. Yes, they do.”

The others immediately began to drift over to where they had laid out their bedding. Coyotka was left alone by the dwindling fire.

“Don’t feel bad.” Annie assured her as she came back to douse the flames. “Paul has been like that since the rabbit doe he was sleeping with was killed recently.” Seeing that the coyote was not reassured she sought to change the subject. “You are the only creature on Terra that I saw wearing glasses. I didn’t think that any of the Terran breeds would need them.”

“Most don’t.” Coyotka said absently. “But coyotes are prone to being nearsighted. Apparently, our feral ancestors didn’t need to see close up while scarfing down the smaller herbivores.” She took off her glasses, they were the kind that had no arms, just flexible grips that pinched the flesh on each side of her snout. “It comes in pretty handy when you have to plough through a dozen volumes of the ‘Wanderer’s handbook’ the night before defending your thesis though.”

“Where did you get that pair? Were they made on Terra?”

“No, we don’t have such technology, but the wanderers have brought back hundreds of pairs from Earth and other worlds where creatures suffer from poor eyesight and the university allowed me to select the appropriate lenses and have the frames modified to fit my snout.”

“Nice of them.”

“Well, it’s all part of the health care plan. You’ll find that if you ever make the faculty at the university you are trying to get back to. Although, being in the arts I suppose that you would rather ‘make it on your own’ as an artist or whatever.”

Annie’s grin froze into a grimace on her face. “That’s what I like about you, Constance,” she said as she slapped the slim coyote on the shoulder much harder than necessary, “You know how to make someone feel appreciated.”

Coyotka rubbed her shoulder as the human female turned her back to her and walked away to where she and Gael were sharing a bedroll.

“Wha- … what did I say?”

* * * * * * * *

Sevade and Nahal were wet and miserable on their first day in the unidentified world. The sudden rush through the portal and the forced swim across the lake had caught them off guard. Sevade had not had time to prepare for the crossing, and every means he had of starting a fire had been soaked beyond use.

“Maybe we can use the lava to start a fire?” Nahal wondered.

“Sure.” Sevade sneered. “Just grab a branch and swim over there where the lava is boiling the river and stick it in the part that is still glowing red then swim back through the boiling water while holding the burning branch up out of the water until you get back to this side. Easy.”

Nahal, who was still stunned from the fury of the eruption, did not catch the sarcasm. “I’m not that good of a swimmer. We didn’t have a lot of open water in my part of Afghanistan.”

“Swimming is an essential skill for an assassin.” Sevade scolded her. “Sometimes one has to cross great expanses of water to sneak up on a target, or navigate flooded subterranean channels in total darkness, holding your breath for up to four hundred heartbeats.”

He was allowing his frustration and anger at losing the targets and being wet and uncomfortable vent itself on the human female. The girl who thought that she had already learned everything about being an assassin, he reminded himself, phagh! He prepared a series of insults and belittlements that would reduce her to tears, but then he looked over to where her wet robes were clinging to her well-rounded breasts and hips.

He could see her nipples, erect from the cold, poking up under the wool, and he could tell that she was wearing nothing under tunic except the cord around her waist where several last-ditch weapons could be strung.

He licked his lips. “I, uh, could teach you, to swim like an assassin, that is. Seeing as we are likely to have to spend a couple of days by this lake until the lava cools down enough to cross.”

Nahal looked at him, noted the bulge in his trousers that was impossible to hide under the clinging wet clothes, and rolled her eyes.

“And what is that going to cost me, I wonder?”

“Oh, nothing we haven’t done before.” Sevade replied as he pulled at the cord that held his trousers around his hips. “Let’s start by seeing how long you can hold your breath when your airway is blocked.”

* * * * * * * *

On the morning of the fourth day Paul allowed James to rekindle the fire and they shared a hot breakfast while they discussed their situation.

In Chris’s opinion, they had done more than enough to throw the assassin Sevade and whoever it was that had joined him off their trail.

“Assassins are killers,” he explained, “not hunters, or trackers. They need to be directed to their target. With no way of communicating with Rory Douglas he’ll be as lost as us on this world.”

“That reminds me.” Paul said, turning to James. “Don’t you dare use that mini-portal! I know you were sneaking off to gaze into it when you thought the rest of us were asleep.”

James looked hurt and guilty at the same time. “I was very careful, Paul. I let him do all the talking and never showed my face, just the trees and the sky.”

“I think that’s how he got those assassins on our trail so fast. He must have figured out that we were heading south from the background information he picked up. We didn’t have maps in phones on Terra telling us where we are and how to get somewhere; everyone navigated by the stars and their position in the sky changes as you go farther north or south.”

“The trees change too.” Gael added. “Near Cognitionis there are no pines or firs, just broad-leafed fruit trees and palms.”

Paul shook his head. “I should have taken it from you at the start. It was too much of a temptation for a boy.”

James’s face went red with anger, then with shame as he realized that the collie was right. He had succumbed to temptation and let his rage dictate his decisions when it came to dealing with his uncle.

He took a calming breath and reached inside his tunic, where he had hung the case containing the miniature portal on a leather loop. “You’re right, Paul. I should have turned it over to you for safekeeping.” A frown dropped onto his face as he fumbled around but when he pulled the thong out there was nothing hanging from it.

“That’s strange.” He said, trying to recall when he had last felt the weight of the Case around his neck. “I must have lost it when we were running from the lava.”

“Then it was probably consumed.” Paul said.

“Not necessarily.” Coyotka opined. “Even though it was small it would take more than a little lava to destroy a portal. The case would have burned up and some lava might have flowed through the portal like it did for the one we came through, but it would eventually cool and solidity. It’s probably still active but encased under a ton of fresh basalt.”

“Hmmph.” Paul grunted. “Hopefully Rory opened it when he saw steam coming out and some of that lava shot into his eye.”

They continued to discuss how safe it was to travel openly, and again Coyotka’s arcane knowledge helped.

“Your gems will be more powerful here than they were on Terra.” She told them. “Protective storms and walls of fog from Gael’s diamond will warn you when enemies get close. The enhanced sense of direction that the star sapphire gives Junafir will not only help lead you to civilization, it will help lead you away from the assassins. These are passive powers that you already control to a degree, so you needn’t fear them.”

Give these assurances, it was decided that they could proceed openly without much fear, but Paul insisted that they keep watch at night just in case unknown threats were lurking in the area.

“That’s wise.” Coyotka agreed. “Your gems might not provide warning of a slumbering troll since they are so similar to ordinary boulders. Why, you could camp right bedside one and only find out when it woke up after dark.”

“Then we had better keep a fire going so I can call the flames against it.” James said, rubbing the ruby on the hilt of his sword.

Coyotka clicked her cheeks and shook her head like she used to do to students who gave a wrong answer. “Oh, that won’t work, James. Trolls are fireproof. They are impervious to swords, spears and arrows too.”

“How do you fight a troll then?” Gael asked.

“Without a magic hammer you would need to fling a rock at least as big as it is at it or outrun it until the sun comes up and freezes it again.”

“Are they easy to outrun?” Annie asked nervously. She was power athlete, not an endurance runner.

“No, not very. They can move incredibly fast given that they weigh so much, and they never tire.” She tilted her chin towards Gael. “The horse could probably do it,” then she looked at Paul, “and us canines have a shot at it. But the rest of you only have to worry about not being the slowest, because the troll will stop and crush whoever they catch first and drag them back to their cave to make soup. While it does that the rest can escape.”

Her words were greeted by an uncomfortable silence.

“I vote we hamstring the coyote.” Chris said as he stood and hefted his pack. The rest mumbled things that were not quite in agreement while not quite in opposition to the idea either. Coyotka was left wondering what it was had dampened their spirits again.

Their sour mood soon dissipated as the day grew warm under a cloudless sky. It seemed to be late Spring in the world they were in; the meadows were full of flowers, the forests teemed with young animals and bird song filled the air.

Travelling became easier now that they weren’t trying to throw any followers off their trail, and they had time to forage for food to supplement the supplies they had stocked up on from the university’s larder. Finding edible plants was easy, and Paul hardly had to cast a line before a large fish was wiggling from it. Even small game like quail and pheasants seemed to sacrifice themselves by running right up to them, well within sword and spear strike.

A large rabbit hopped right up to James, but before he could strike it dead Junafir stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“No.” She said emphatically. “No rabbits.”

“Oh, shit. My bad. Sorry, I forgot about … yeah, no rabbits.”

Despite his faux pas, Junafir still joined him when he went off to search for firewood after they picked a campsite for the night. Coyotka noted the grass and twigs in her fur and his hair when they returned with much less firewood than they should have collected in the amount of time they were absent.

The smell of fresh sexual activity that clung to them to let her know what they had been up to.

It was the same smell that came off Annie and Gael when they returned from foraging for food. A smell that neither Chris nor Paul had when they returned from fishing or gathering grass to pad their bedrolls with.

Coyotka considered herself a keen observer of the traits of off-world species, even though she only got to see the ones who had become wanderers and then only when they visited to university to consult with her or drop off artifacts for safekeeping. She considered this the perfect opportunity to practice the skill though and kept an eye on the rest of the party, especially the humans and the way they interacted with their Terran partners.

It was in this manner that after a few days she discovered that, just before going off with their female partners to “forage”, both James and Gael would slip a foil packet from their pack into a pocket, although Gael’s were somewhat larger than the ones James had. When they were safely away, and while Paul and Chris were occupied setting up camp, Coyotka slipped one out of the pouch James kept his in and, claiming a need to empty her bowels, took it into a nearby bush to examine.

She recognized the rubber tube as soon as she unrolled it, despite never having seen a real one before. The Wanderer’s handbook contained detailed descriptions and diagrams of these and other contraceptive devices and she had read scholarly articles about the reasons for them and their various uses. As sexually transmitted diseases were unknown on Terra but seemed to be rife on Earth she wondered if Annie and James had them and if that is why they insisted on using the rubber sheaths, to protect their sexual partners.

She would dearly have loved to observe their mating rituals but their unenthusiastic reaction when she suggested that she join either couple to help “forage” told her that they might consider those activities private. Maybe if she went out ahead of them she could set a blind to observe them from? But how to ensure that they mated within view? She would have to think about that a bit more before attempting it, she decided.

She idly snapped the latex sheath between her hands, imagining how large of a penis it would fit snuggly over. All the pheromones floating about their camp had made her a bit horny herself, she had to admit, which could ruin the academic detachment necessary for proper observation and analysis. Still, she thought as she put the condom to her lips and inflated it slightly to get a better idea of what it would look like filled, a little sexual relief might eliminate the tension she was feeling and bring clarity back to her studies.

The problem was, who to approach?

The collie was out of the question. Coyotka preferred being the dominant one and Paul was too authoritarian and gloomy, too much the top dog for her tastes. Gael, on the other hand, was just her type. She recalled their earlier affair, before he left to join the army. He had been submissive, attentive to her needs and open to suggestion, but he was taken now. Maybe he and Annie would be open for a threesome, she wondered, but probably not. She had had several experiences with females in the past but she liked the soft, round, compliant ones. Annie was too strong, too muscular and too aggressive. Even if she agreed Coyotka doubted that she would enjoy it.

Junafir might be fun though, she thought. She certainly had a delicious body, but again, she was taken. She could approach James, who was still young and naive enough to dominate, but no; Junafir would claw her eyes out.

That leaves the assassin, Chris, she concluded. He wasn’t exactly a marshmallow but neither was he muscle-bound. He was a little skinny, actually, which was probably an advantage for someone who’s life work involved squeezing through security gates and bared windows to get at their victims. Like a little snake really, she thought as she regarded the inflated condom.

She had seen the grey fox stealing glances at James, Paul and Gael in the mornings when the males jumped up out of bed naked with their morning erections bobbing in front of them as they trotted off to the bushes to relive their full bladders, but they were only curious glances, she thought. The ones he cast toward Junafir when the tigress paraded around naked were much more intense. She had even caught him staring at her when she had striped down prior to bathing in a nearby stream. She had let the moment linger, and only now realized why.

Despite knowing that she was unattached he had never approached her or said more than two words to her since that morning when they were discussing trolls. She had heard that assassins were, as a group, relatively sequestered and conducted their apprentice training under the upmost secrecy. Because of this they were said to be inexperienced in the ways of the world, especially in the art of lovemaking, which made him perfect for her purposes as he should be easy to dominate in this regard.

The next day, as soon as the couple had left with their condoms and Paul had gone to find a fishing hole, Coyotka approached Chris.

She had come prepared, with a basket to collect the mushrooms she intended to use as an excuse for needing his help and some sweet-smelling flowers tucked into her fur behind one ear.

“Chris, I wanted to collect some mushrooms but realized that I can’t tell the edible ones from the poisonous ones. Assassins are trained in extracting poisons so I thought that you might be able to help me tell them apart.”

Chris looked up, a little startled by how close Coyotka was standing to him. She looked different, and smelled different, more than what the small bunch of flowers in her hair could account for.

“I, uh, guess that I could … tell them apart, that is. If they are similar to the ones on Terra.”

“With a few exceptions, most plant life is common across the known worlds.” She began, then realized that she was starting to lecture again. “I mean, I’ve been noting that many of the plants here are the same as those on Terra, and Annie has commented that they also resemble the ones she knows on Earth. We’ll let her check them with her emerald before we eat them just to be sure.”

“Well, in that case you don’t really need my help then, do you?”

He is a shy one, she told herself, but she had been prepared for the observation. “It would make the percentage of the ones we bring back more likely to be edible, and two can collect enough for a meal more quickly. We wouldn’t want to be apart from the others for too long, would we?”

“I suppose not.”

“Then let’s go.”

She picked up her pack and strode off in a direction that none of the others had taken and, as expected, the fox followed.

Once they were out of sight of the camp, and anyone returning to it, Coyotka steered them toward a copse of trees that would provide even more cover, and perhaps even a few mushrooms. Just after entering the woods she stopped and put down her basket and pack.

“My but it’s hot out today.” She said as she peeled off her tunic and the cotton shirt underneath at the same time. She was pleased by the way Chris’s eyes went wide at the sight of her bare breasts. They were not nearly as big and round as those of Junafir, who paraded hers around unashamedly, but they were firm, and her dark nipples suck out enticingly when the cool air of the forest hit them.

She spotted some mushrooms right away. They were large and round, about the width of her palm, and felt firm and fresh. She plucked two of them from the dirt and turned toward Chris.

Holding a mushroom under each breast she asked him, “What do you think of these?”

Chris swallowed hard. Like most assassins he had been secluded during apprentice training and thereafter had been living hand-to-mouth, waiting for a big score before frittering away his money luxuries. His experiences had been limited to a couple of drunken couplings with the kind of females that were into scars and black clothing; that and a handjob from a fellow apprentice while they were practicing lower body pressure points after lights out. Chris was still a little confused about that episode, but the other student had failed out later that week when he looked into the wrong end of a spyglass with a spring-loaded spike inside so he never had the opportunity to explore that relationship.

The coyote from the university was acting a lot like the females in the assassins bar had, in that they were also prone to peel off their clothing without being asked to, but she was being a lot more cryptic about what her end game was. In Chris’s admittedly limited experience they usually offered to suck his cock right after exposing their breasts.

Maybe I’ve misinterpreted her intentions, he thought. Better to play it cool.

But he was starting to sweat. “They look tasty, I mean ... the mushrooms ... they look firm ... fine ... edible, I mean.”

She waggled them just slow her nipples. “Not poisonous? Maybe you should lick them, to see if your tongue tingles?”

It was tingling already, and he licked his lips unconsciously at the thought of sucking one of those hard, dark, tips into his mouth.

A sly smile grew on her face and she let go of the two mushrooms. His eyes followed the falling fungi for an instant before snapping to her face, and then back to her breasts. She had cupped one of them with one hand was reaching out to him with the other. In a fog where only the approaching nipple was in focus, Chris leaned forward and allowed her to guide his mouth to her breast.

“No biting.” She warned him, tightening her grip on the fur at the back of his head momentarily. “Just suck on it for now. You can lick it a little bit too, just to warm up your tongue.”

He briefly wondered what she had meant by that but the feel of the erect nipple in is mouth and the fascination of being with a female that was sober, and clean drove the thought from his mind.

She pushed his head over to her other beast, using more force than necessary and was pleased when he didn’t resist. The she pulled his head back buy the fur and sealed her lips against his, driving her tongue deep into his maw. He flailed a bit, almost reached for a knife, but them he went limp against her and let her tongue fuck his mouth.

She had her way with his face for a minute before pushing him away. “We need a couple of things from my pack.”

“Wha- ... what?”

“You’ll see. Meanwhile, get your clothes off. ALL of them!”

She turned away before pulling off her long skirt and undergarment. Then she straightened her legs and bent over at the waist and raised her tail as she dug in her pack, offering him a fine view of the prize but ready to slap his hands away if he got too worked up. When she turned back she was pleased to see him standing naked where she had left him with his hands over his crotch. She liked the shy, obedient ones.

Chris took a step back, but kept his parts covered. The leather cord and loop in her hands looked like the garrottes he had seen that could double as a belt and he was suddenly reminded of one of the one of the bar girls who had asked him to strangle her while they did it.

“Do it like you mean it.” She had said. “Just don’t, like, go all the way ... with the strangulation, that is.” He had been unable to comply and the girl had left in a huff to try one of the other drunk apprentices.

Seeing the length of leather made him assume that she wanted him to do the same to her, and he steeled himself to try, but he could not reach for it without uncovering his crotch, where his cock was beginning to peek out of his sheath and before he could decide what to do she stepped forward and placed the leather loop around his neck, snapping it closed.

He raised one hand to explore it and the strap hanging from it.

“Is this a ....”

“Collar and leash? Why yes, it is. And now that you have it on you’ll do everything I tell you.”

Chris could have pulled any one of a half dozen small but deadly weapons out from his fur, but submissive obedience ingrained by bone cracking stretches, muscle tearing callisthenics and harrowing climbing exercises as an apprentice made him drop his hand to the other on his crotch and reply, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Get on your knees.”

He did as he was told.

“Take your hands off your cock. I want to see what you’ve got.”

It was becoming impossible to hide the growing red rod that was rising up under his hands so he dropped them to his sides as he knelt before her.

“Not bad.” She admitted with a toss of her head. “But if you want to stick that thing in anything other than one of these knotholes you better perform up to standard.” She emphasized her words with a tug on the leash.

“What would you have me do, Ma’am?”

Coyotka leaned back against the nearest tree and spread her knees so that her sex was exposed. “Let’s put that tongue to work, shall we?”

Chris’s shuffled forward on his knees as she used the leash to guide his snout to the target. He could smell the scent coming off that furry triangle long before he was close enough to touch it, and the smell was making his cock stretch and swell beyond anything he had previously experienced. For the first time ever he could feel a knot forming at it’s base.

He was hesitant as his nose bumped up against the damp fur at her crotch, unsure whatever to lick around it or dive right in. She settled the issue by jerking on the leash to drive his snout between her legs. Taking that as he cue he extended his tongue and began to lap enthusiastically along the gash that was slowly spreading as warm pink folds of flesh protruded.

This was all new for him. He would not even have kissed the assassin fan girls on the mouth, let alone their sweaty groins, but she was sweet and exciting, eager and excited but urgent and demanding all at once. He let his instincts guide him, plunging his long tongue between those soft lower lips to lap up the enticing nectar that was flowing from between them. By chance her grip on the leash had brought his black nose up against a hard knot of flesh where the lips joined. He had no idea what it was, but when he wiggled his nose in an effort to breathe she groaned and ground it against his snout, so he kept it there for a while before giving that pea-sized pleasure button an experimental lick.

Coyotka almost exploded with pleasure when the tip of his warm tongue wrapped itself around her clit. She had no idea heather assassins trained for this but she was looking forward to finding out. It had been more than a season since she last indulged herself, and that had been with a canine guard whose ego was bigger than his cock, so it had not been very satisfying. She let the leash go slack as she gripped the sides of his head and pulled him into her.

For his part, Chris was enjoying this more than he thought he would. The taste and the scent of her was driving him wild, wild enough to raise his hands without remission to spread her open so that he could tickle her deeper than before. While doing so one of his ands slipped and his thumb plunged into the wet, pulsating hole. She moaned and gripped it with muscles he was not aware existed inside a female, so he left it there, sliding it gently in and out while he continued to lick her love button.

Coyotka did not object; she could hardly get enough air to breathe let alone continue to play the dominatrix role she had adopted to seduce the lad. She did, however, manage to gasp, “Use your fingers too. Get them all in there.”

Chris tried, but the logistics was beyond him. He did manage to get three of them inside, putting his thumb on her clit, which she seemed to appreciate. His pinky stuck out the back and when he jammed his other three fingers in it slid along the short band of skin between her twat and her tailhole, lubricated by the fluids that continued to leak from her. When the edge of his calloused digit passed over the puckered skin of her anus she almost pulled his good ear off. But the way she rocked against his hand told him that he had not gone too far, just far enough ... for now.

Coyotka decided that she had had enough of this for now also. She wanted to feel something warmer if not harder inside her than his fingers and tongue. But what she was doing to her clit felt sooo good. She reluctantly lulled his face away from her and pushed him onto his back.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do.” She hissed as she crawled on top of him and guided the tip of his cock between the lips of her cunt. “Don’t you dare.”

Chris was a little confused. The girls at the bar had not put such demands on him; they just wanted to brag that they had fucked an assassin and didn’t care whether he, or they, came or not. He was not sure how he could comply, or even tell when she came. But assassin training involved supressing physical reactions to adverse conditions, surpassing coughs and cramps that could give you away, and enduring pain while waiting for an opening to finish the job. He called on that aspect of his training now as the warm, wet envelope of her cunt slid over his cock until she was grinding her clit on the knot that had formed at its base.

Coyotka was pleased with the feel of him inside her. He was thick enough to fill her up and provide some friction against the sweet spot a digit’s length up inside her. He was long enough to provide a long, satisfying slide along his body as she pulled herself back and forth against him. As long as he could make it last, that’s all she asked for; a good ride that lasted long enough to get her off. That shouldn’t take too long considering her long abstinence, but you never knew with the young, inexperienced ones.

Chris could feel the pressure building up inside his balls, but he found muscles that could clamp down around the junction between ballsack and knot that not only kept things contained, but also gave his cock and extra it of angle that made the tip rub all the more against the soft, spongy pad of swollen flesh inside her. He was glad that he did not have to do any more than lie there and let her ride him though, because trying to concentrate on holding back while directing the action would have been too much for him.

Coyotka did not want to hold back, but she didn’t want to rush things either. She had to navigate a fine line between cutting loose on his cock with wild abandon or steadily working herself up to a tremendous orgasm. He seemed to be holding his own, however, so as soon as she was on the edge she dug her fingers into the dirt on each side of his head and drove herself down on him as fast and as hard as she could.

The flood came when she drove so hard that his knot popped inside her. There was an instant of intense but exquisite pain, and then she was filled with a ball of hot flesh, her clit forced up against his pelvis so hard that when she tried to turn or twist she could feel the bones rubbing on it through a thin layer of skin.

Chris had been worried that he might not know when it was safe to cum but the muffled scream as she buried her snout in his ruff and the wild gyrations of her cunt trapped around his knot, along with the burst of hot fluids that shot out wherever they could find a space to do so, were a big clue. Still, he waited until she had stopped pounding her clit against him and the swearing subsided before relaxing the grip on his balls, sending such a wad of hot cum forth that he thought he might have actually injured himself on the discharge.

The hot splash of cum inside her and the spasms it elicited made Coyotka cum a second time. it was not as intense or as wet as the first but it went deeper, and the suction of her cunt on his cock drew more sponge forth in a continuous cycle of orgasms that made him feel like his balls were being sucked up into his cock and left her laying trembling and teary on his chest.

“Are you okay, Ma’am? Did I perform to your satisfaction?”

“Fuck, are you for real? Do you even know how good you are?”

“I am?”

“By the Maker, yes! I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“Yes, Ma’am. But ... do I have to wear the collars and leash all the time?

“What? No!” She quickly undid the collar and threw the assembly aside. “No more leashes for you. But you only hunt mushrooms with me from now on, got it? And call me Coyotka.”

“Got it.” He looked around. “Should we, uh, go find some real mushrooms now … Coyotka?”

She pulled experimentally against the knot that sealed her onto him. “You don’t know much about knotting, do you?”

“I’ve heard rumours, but I thought they were made up by braggarts.”

“Well from now on you can be the one to brag.” She snuggled her snout into his ruff and hugged him tight. “Let’s just lie here until it goes down. I could use a rest after that.”

They lay there together, Chris on his back and Coyotka laying on his chest, long enough for the sun to move the width of two digits across the sky before he had deflated enough for her to slip off. She was tempted to just lay there beside him but knew that they had to hurry back before they were missed. She began to pick up her clothes and put them back on while he did the same.

By the time she had repacked her bag and thrown a few token mushrooms in her basket he was dressed and standing, staring off not the depths of the forest.

“You said that you could tell whether we were on Elysia or Medioterrae by the kinds of creatures that inhabit this world.” He said absently as he continued to gaze into the forest.

“Yes, that’s right”

“Does either have dragons?”

She thought a bit. “Yes, they both do.”

“Dark blue dragons with light blue stripes?”

“I suppose.”

“About the size of an adult Terran?”

“Well, they come in various sizes. It depends on the age and species, although there are some significant differences between the dragons on the two worlds. Why do you ask?”

“Because there is one hanging by one leg from that tree over there.”

Paul Collieman © Collifan

Gael Tholkes © MarcusXLight

Junafir Pawstone © Frostlupus

Chris Cinereo © Kyroo Echos

Sevade © Frostlupus

Constance “Coyotka” Jotkowska © Coyotek