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“Looks like we'll have nice weather for it…" Peter noted, trying to make small talk in between rasping strokes of a whetstone against his sword.

“I suppose. Not that we'll see the sun once we're in those woods…" the tiny woman sitting opposite him replied, nodding in the direction of the tree-line ahead of them.

The stone grated on her nerves along with the blade's edge, but she didn't say anything about it. The job they'd taken was unlikely to be an easy one, and a few frayed nerves were a small price to pay for having a good sword at her side. And the human sharpening it looked like he could put some decent force behind his swings. Peter Gunderson, a year her elder although most people would have put the age difference closer to five, but then time was usually gentler on Halflings.

Although if she were being honest, the man she was partnered with carried his twenty-nine winters quite well. Seated on the floor of the lumber cart he didn't look much, but he'd towered over Rebecca when they'd first met. She'd acted like a professional, of course, but had allowed herself to appreciate the sight of the tall hunter in a more… personal way. And there was plenty about him to attract feminine attention – wide shoulders, piercing green eyes set in a ruggedly handsome face, topped with a mane of thick brown hair that fell to his shoulders when left unbound.

Friendly fellow as well, which suited Rebecca well enough. She had a tendency to get a little terse with people and wound up relying on Kaldr's people-skills more than she'd like to. What does it say about me when I travel with a three-foot tall wolf as white as a ghost and I'm considered the fierce one? she thought to herself, her lips curling a little at the absurd thought.

“At least our scent won't betray us to the green-skins. After we get there I'm sure all we'll smell of is pine and mud…" she said, trying to find something positive about their ride to the lumber camp.

“Well cleanliness aside, I for one am enjoying riding this time, and not just trotting along and keeping up with ponies and horses…" the alabaster lupine spoke, in a cheerful voice no one would have expected to hear from the mouth of something that looked like a beast, albeit a well-groomed one.

Kaldr felt her tail wag behind her, no doubt picking up dirt as it did, but it was a small price to pay for seeing Rebecca's smile widen. Both her keen instincts and her awakened intelligence allowed her to tell when her life-long friend was in danger of sinking into a sour mood, so she always made sure to lift her spirits. Nor was she quick to warm up to new people, but the wolfess found Peter a likable companion and was sure that Rebecca would come to feel the same. He was taller than she was, which was always a plus as far as the Halfling ranger was concerned.

“Know anything about this lot? A lumber camp is full of strong men with axes and not much of value. Not the most inviting target for orcish marauders…" Peter asked.

Although they'd both been in the local magistrate's office together when he hired them to help a beleaguered logging operation a dozen miles outside of Stavenger, he suspected the small woman in front of him might know something more. Even though he was certainly at home in the wilderness, and his woodcraft always impressed those more used to living in towns and cities, he felt equal awe in the company of rangers and druids. Their craft went deeper than skill, relying equally on a connection to nature that was beyond his grasp. Hence the amicable winter-wolf sharing their cart.

“They might not be in it for the loot. Sometimes they'll wind up with a chief who's more bloodthirsty than greedy. Orcs only care about strength, so if their leader happens to be a crazed butcher they'll go along with it, hoping to become as strong as he is…" Rebecca said, her voice a little grim as she remembered what a scene looked like after an attack by such beasts. Looking up at the human, she took some satisfaction that her ominous tone hadn't fazed him. He merely nodded, the whetstone continuing to slide down the sword's edge, making it a little deadlier with every stroke.

“I thought maybe the loggers were cutting a little too far into the forest."

“And you think I'd be helping to save them if they were?" the Halfling asked, one eyebrow rising in a challenge.

“Point taken…"

“The lord holding these lands doesn't cut much, and makes sure his serfs replant what was taken…"

“An enlightened ruler, then?" Peter asked, earning a chortle from the diminutive ranger.

“Near enough. He's deeply enamored with his family's ancestral hunting grounds, but not quite enough to ignore the price good timbre is fetching these days." she explained, and he didn't bother asking her how she knew. He had little doubt she could speak to animals, even if they weren't as talkative as the she-wolf by her side, and anyone who could converse with the anything that walks, flies or slithers would have no shortage of informants.

*******

Walking beside Peter, Rebecca would admit that she was impressed at how quietly he could move when he wanted to, if such an admission wouldn't break the silence they were so carefully keeping. They were sure to be outnumbered, but a surprise attack would still tip the scales heavily in the favor of the two veteran adventurers. Three, if one counted the wolfess stalking just ahead of them, betrayed as a visitor to this forest by her snow-white coat.

The sentient lupine was aware of her un-seasonal coloration, and made sure to keep low as she picked out the orcs' scent. The woodsmen hadn't been boasting when they'd claimed to have wounded a few green-skins in the last attack, and even though it was several days ago there hadn't been a rain heavy enough to make it past the forest canopy above them and wash the blood away. The trio crept slowly despite the clear trail because although dim, an orc might just be cunning enough to leave a fake trail leading to a pit-trap or an ambush.

They smelled the smoke before they saw it dim the air, faint wisps that carried the pungent smell on an un-bled carcass being charred over flames. Following the narrow game-trail, it didn't take long for them to catch the sounds of their quarry, since the orcs seemed confident enough to raise a clamor.

The trio left the narrow path and made their way through the bushes, with Rebecca muttering a short prayer to Desna to ease her passage through the brush. About a dozen orcs were gathered around a fire over which spat and sizzled what looked like a fawn and the savages were passing around a skin while waiting for their meal to cook (or knowing orc dietary habits merely to char). Her stomach almost turned at the sight of the orcs taking deep swigs from the sack, remembering the time a companion had dared her to sniff such a brew. It was usually whatever orcs could find that could conceivably ferment, including rotting fruit and vegetables, milk, and even blood.

Disgusting as it was, Rebecca was glad to see it now, and even more so to spot an empty one lying close to the fire-pit. They had all gathered around to drink and no doubt to feast, even the ones that should have been keeping at least a token watch. That gut-rot would make them a bit braver and a good deal more reckless, but also clumsier, especially when the three of them strike without warning. The ranger caught her lupine companions gaze, gesturing with a glance to the right of the drunken orcs. She saw as well as felt the brief reluctance of the she-wolf she was soul-bound to, reading clearly how much Kaldr disliked leaving her side when she knew a fight was coming, but also knowing how effective she could be harassing an enemy and herding them to where Rebecca wanted them.

Peter watched the white wolf pad silently away, obviously circling the green skins as the Halfling beside him withdrew several arrows from her quiver and planted them in the ground in front of her. Hers was a short, double-curved bow that would be murderous at this range, and the ranger's sea-green eyes and the archer's callouses on her fingers told him she'd plant all those shafts in the green-skins before they even guessed where the arrows were coming from.

He made sure to stay crouched down, envying the Halfling for being able to stand almost straight and still keep out of sight. He kept his sword in his scabbard, and instead reached for a javelin, making sure to keep its point low so that the gleam of the steel tip wouldn't give them away. The head of the throwing spear was as slim as a stiletto and would cause a small and narrow wound, which would be of little comfort to anyone who found his armor and body pierced through by the shaft.

Everyone had been ready when Kaldr leapt from the bushes, aside from the orcs that is. The drink-besotted savages had been struck speechless when a white shadow struck one of them, the she-wolf's jaws easily finding purchase on the stunned orc's neck. She crushed his throat before he even managed to cry out, raising her head which looked even fiercer with the white muzzle stained with fresh blood. She stood over the dying orc while his fellows did their best to find their weapons and their courage, hoping to do so before what seemed like a feral, snarling beast picked her next target.

As the green-skins readied their weapons, Rebecca knew this was the band they were looking for, or at least a part of it. Several of the brutes had large woodsman's axes and one of them had fashioned a saw-blade into a wicked-looking pole-arm. Kaldr gave a perfect performance, as usual, and with all eyes on the seemingly wild wolf in front of them all the Halfling needed to do as she pulled back her bowstring was to pick her first target.

Looking beside her she saw Peter with one javelin poised for the throw and another at the ready. She aimed to the left and after her first arrow sunk into the broad back of one of the orcs she saw the human's spear skewer the one on the right. Kaldr took the moment to jump back into the bushes, and the orcs were now in a panic as they realized that hiding away in the thicket to avoid the incoming missiles would mean going heading straight towards the white-furred beast prowling in the thicket.

Her arrows brought two more down and Peter's second spear sank half-way into the chest of a third orc before the remaining green-skins decided to rush towards the two of them. Another one paid the price for turning his back on the bushes where Kaldr had been hidden, but Rebecca knew that the wolf would soon be at her side, making sure that the orcs weren't. Tossing aside her bow, the Halfling gripped the small but well-honed axe she used for close combat. The now howling orcs either hadn't spotted her, or had simply figured she wasn't as much of a threat as the tall human now holding a sword with an ease that betrayed his skill. It was a mistake, and the Halfling intended to make it a costly one as she aimed for the back of one orc's knee and swung with all her might…

*******

“Here's to some well-deserved rewards!" Peter toasted, albeit at a muted tone considering the late hour.

“Here, here!" Kaldr piped up happily, since unlike the other two she had no mug to raise.

It was a peculiar celebration, considering that they had the tavern to themselves, or at least the common room. The innkeep, his wife and the serving girl were upstairs, back in bed after being roused by the bedraggled trio. Rebecca had guessed the villagers must have been spent the past week or so in fear of orcs sneaking up to kill and burn in the middle of the night, so apparently losing some sleep to provide a welcome to the returning heroes had seemed a nice change to losing sleep over fear for one's life.

Their careful planning had borne fruit, and the fight had been very one-sided in favor of the three of them. It was only the beginning, of course. Orcs are known for breeding like beasts, and if they'd killed a dozen that meant there were at least two score more out in those woods. Still, once they found the scene of the battle with all of their ilk dead without any sign of an attacker suffering the same fate, it would be their turn to lose sleep in fear.

They didn't bother the woodsmen much, knowing that they had a lot of work to make up for and needed their sleep. They borrowed one horse and made their way back to Stavenger, and to the village's watchmen the sight of the grim duo approaching with a blood-spattered white wolf trotting alongside them must have been a sight for sore eyes. They'd have been happy just to be shown to something resembling a bed, but one of the men watching the gate had lead them to the tavern they were now in, pounding on the door and calling the proprietor by name.

It was the dead of night and Rebecca wouldn't have held it against the man if he'd emptied his chamber pot over them for waking him up at such an ungodly hour, but once the watchman introduced them as orc-slayers the door was soon thrown open and the household roused. Fires were lit and stoked with two large copper cauldrons soon coming to a boil above them. The Halfling had almost insisted that they shouldn't bother at this hour, but as tired as she was the thought of slipping into a tub of warm water and washing off the grime and gore before going to sleep kept her mouth shut.

The Halfling blushed a little at the memory of the noise she'd made as she lowered her body into the steaming tub, the water feeling hot before the warmth seemed to soak into her cramped and weary muscles. The wooden washtub proved more than roomy enough for one Halfling and one wolf, and by the time the water had cooled they'd both emerged pristine, with one of them fighting an urge to shake herself dry.

They'd found Peter already downstairs, seated with a mug of ale in his hand as he awaited either them, or whatever was making that smell the Halfling and wolfess caught wafting from the kitchen. As they ate their meal, Rebecca felt the points of her ears blush at the memory of her freezing half-way down the stairs when she saw the human's green eyes focus on her.

She'd initially gone for her tunic and leggings, but it had been Kaldr's suggestion to dress more comfortable that made her reach for the few items of her clothing that were actually feminine. It wasn't all that much – a white blouse with vines and flowers embroidered on the collar and sleeves and a chestnut-brown skirt with the same design along the hem. She had a black bodice that went along with the blouse that complimented her hair, among other things, but if she was dressing for comfort she figured she might as well skip it.

There had been something in Peter's glance that suggested that he'd actually seen her as a woman for the first time, and she felt her hesitation in the stairway had betrayed just how welcome such a glance had been. But then human eyes always looked on her more kindly than those of her own kin.

The peculiar tension had lasted only for a moment, and as they continued their little late-night feast Rebecca was becoming increasingly sure she'd given the look more significance than it deserved. The food had been another pleasant surprise. She would have been fine with some cheese and bread for the two of them and a few thick strips of bacon for Kaldr, but while they bathed the innkeeper's wife had dispatched several hens and flash-fried them in beef drippings so they would be ready by the time the trio were done with their baths. The result was a greasy delight, and the warm food felt every bit as good to the famished adventurers as the hot water had.

“We make a pretty good team…" Rebecca said and almost turned red at what to her pointed ears had sounded like a remark that could be taken in several ways. To her relief, the young man seated opposite her merely nodded.

“I know what you mean. Among our lot many reputations – good or bad- are undeserved, and it's only when the metal hits the meat that you learn who you can count on…" Peter replied.

There had been a brief moment when he wasn't sure just what the Halfling ranger had meant by that, but the confusion had been as brief as a soap-bubble. After it had burst, he was sure that he was just imagining things. He figured her appearance might be to blame. So far he'd seen her dressed either for the road or for battle, and he supposed he hadn't given her appearance much thought. But dressed as she was in more feminine clothes, with her still damp hair falling in coils and ringlets he was finding it hard to keep his eyes off her.

Not that there was much to see apart from the two females he was dining with. The pair of candles on the scarred tabletop were the only light in the inn's common room, apart from the few tiny flames still dancing across the logs smoldering in the fireplace. With nothing but darkness all around them, there was an air of intimacy to the place that didn't care whether they were comfortable with it or not. Even with the cushions she was seated on, the table hid most of the Halfling's body from view, but he had sharp eyes and the glimpse of her as she descended the stairs had been burned into them.

Her bust was small enough for the billowy blouse to almost hide it, but her slim waist flared into hips that left her with an eye-catching and decidedly feminine figure. A woman's body that had contrasted sharply with her expression when she'd caught him looking, one of almost maidenly anxiousness. An almost laughable notion, considering that they were both close to their thirtieth summer, not to mention their profession. A mentality that led one to leave the comfort and safety of home for fame, fortune or even just wanderlust would invariably lead a person to other adventures. When the nights are cold and the days fraught with peril it tends to push people closer to each other, even if it is only for a night or two.

“Of course it's only going to get harder. They'll know someone's after them now. Even an orc can only be so stupid…" the Halfling woman said, even as Peter did his best to forget what her svelte body had felt like against his as they rode together.

“Well then look at it this way – all we have to do is not get too drunk on our first triumph and keep the orcs from out-smarting us!" the she-wolf said, and the three of them shared a laugh. Kaldr was the only one of them standing, her fore-paws planted on the table so that she could enjoy her meal and the conversation.

“Sounds a lot easier when you put it that way. So, any plans for after this job is done?" Rebecca asked, taking another sip of the beer that was doing a fair job of loosening her tongue.

“I've a mind to stay in these parts. It's on the frontier so there's bound to be work for someone like me, and the locals certainly know how to treat their heroes.

“You sound like you're ready to put down roots…" Kaldr teased, taking a surprisingly dainty bite from her plate.

“Suppose this place is as good as any. And I've certainly got enough stashed away to live in comfort. But I guess I'd still need a reason…"

“Ahh…" the wolfess said knowingly, since all three of them knew there were few things that could make someone quit the adventurer's life while still in their prime.

“What about you, Rebecca?" the young man asked, a bit surprised when his question almost made the Halfling sputter in mid-sip.

“Oh… well it's a bit… difficult for me." she said, but Peter's attentive expression drew more from her. “It's a bit hard finding someone of my own kind since I'm…too tall…" she said after a brief pause, noticing that in the silence that followed Peter was doing an admirable job of keeping the corners of his mouth down. “Don't laugh!" she insisted even as a grin spread across her face. “I'm almost four feet tall. It may not seem much to you, but I'm taller than most Halfling men, and among our kind that's considered… unfeminine." she said. And while it was true, her life would have been a lot easier if 'unfeminine' was all that she'd been called.

Only after she'd unburdened herself did the Halfling realize that she'd misunderstood the human male. The talk of putting down roots had made her mind turn to thoughts of finding someone to settle down with, and it only now occurred to her that Peter's question had more likely been concerning her plans once their current job was done. This is why you should talk as little as possible! she admonished herself, feeling color rise to her cheeks and wondering how she'd recover after such a blunder. As it happened both her eyes and that of the human male were drawn to the foot of the table just in time to spot Kaldr's shiny white teeth flashing as the wolfess yawned.

“Sorry, I think the day's exertions are catching up with me."

“W-we might as well turn in. Get at least some sleep before the place wakes up…" Rebecca almost blurted out, with Peter murmuring in agreement. The she-wolf had a habit of leaping to her aide, and as much as the ranger sometimes scolded her long-time companion for protecting her life at the risk of her own, she could have kissed the canny bitch for getting her out of this blunder.

*******

Looking at her mistress, Kaldr couldn't help but wonder if anyone had ever calculated how much time people lost getting dressed and undressed. She knew that if it wasn't for her fluffy coat she'd want something to cover her skin when the fire went out and the sun stopped shining, but she never understood the need for such a variety.

It was an idle thought, but one that served to take her mind off the sight of her childhood friend disrobing before she pulled a linen slip over her head. Settling down was a complex question, and for both of them. While Rebecca struggled with her stature, the she-wolf's problems went a little deeper. Finding someone to mate with wouldn't be a problem – she could wait until she was in heat and simply take a walk through the woods, trusting her scent to draw a male to her. She'd never done so, of course, but had spent some time imagining what it would be like to feel a male sniff under her tail, to feel a weight on her back and paws around her hips, a red tip seeking and eventually finding…

Well, she had little doubt that part would be satisfying, but a feral male wasn't really what she wanted. With her sentience came desires that went deeper than the flesh – someone to share her heart and life with, as well as her body. It was a need feral wolves or even dogs wouldn't share, and even if they did she'd already lived several times the life-span of a common lupine, and she was just entering her prime.

Since animals like her were fairly rare, she'd guessed early on that she'd need to broaden her horizons in order to find such companionship. She'd have to reconsider what shape her future mate would have to be, and as she did that, she wondered how flexible she'd be willing to be in her search for love. For instance, need her companion even be a male, especially if he turned out to be too different from her to give her a pup or two?

It was that thought that had her eyes seeing Rebecca differently for some time now. She loved the Halfling dearly and the two of them had been inseparable for as long as she could remember. And with the both of them having difficulties with finding a mate among their own kind, would it really matter that they were the same sex?

The wolfess found males of several shapes and sizes attractive, but she knew for a fact there was one woman she could fall for. She didn't fully understand Halfling standards of beauty, or human ones, but Rebecca had no qualms about being nude in front of her and lately whenever the wolfess caught sight of her companion's uncovered body it always seemed to spark a sort of curiosity.

And it wasn't always sight. The two were together most of if not all of the time, but by a silent agreement they gave each other as much space as possible when one of them needed it. When curious little noises would wake her in the middle of the night, the wolfess would pretend to be asleep as a telling musk slowly reached her keen nose. And Rebecca for her part would pretend not to notice when her white-furred companion groomed one spot a little longer than necessary.

Sometimes it seemed silly to her that they both ignored each other. A few times she'd been curled up beside her friend, hearing her muffled whimpers and moans and trying not to sniff as her fragrance reached her nose. She came close to whispering into one of those pointy ears, wondering if the Halfling would prefer to feel a tongue down there rather than her own fingers. And if it was the sensation of a femininity caressing her digits that excited her companion, the wolfess would be all too willing to let her dip them in hers.

But despite that, she'd kept her tongue in her muzzle. She suspected Rebecca would have an easier time finding a mate, maybe even more so than she realized. The girl had been called a freak by her own kin after she kept growing a little further than a Halfling woman should, but the wolfess noticed that those males that looked down on her tended to like what they see.

“Last chance…" Rebecca said, and the day-dreaming wolfess noticed she was already in bed and holding the corner of the blanket up.

“Hmmm, it's a warm night as far as I'm concerned…" she replied, hopping on to the matters and settling down next to the other female, the pair of them soon drifting off to as much sleep as they could get before the next day began.

*******

As she swung her axe at an orc's knee, Rebecca prayed that they'd all survive what she suspected was their final fight with this particular clan. They'd won several victories over the green-skins, enough to make their heads much demanded trophies for those that survived. She knew from experience they they'd really just thinned their ranks, and that the beasts roaring in bloodlust now were the true threat.

Their chief had been easy to recognize – a towering brute with a heavy necklace of ears hanging from his grotesquely thick throat. She'd caught the beast's eyes glittering in their dark, greasy pits, the sadistic gleam in them as telling as the huge orc's leer as he made his way towards her. A swing that would have cleaved his skull if it hadn't been for his helmet stopped whatever dark fantasy he had as he was forced to face Peter, who the Halfling knew had lured the orc away from her.

She would have resented the somewhat patronizing gesture if she thought for one moment that she could have beaten such a monster unscathed. She was tempted to flank the chief and help the human warrior take him out fast and clean, but it would have meant abandoning Kaldr to more orcs than the wolfess could handle. Trusting Peter to finish the leader of this mob, she planted her axe in the base of one orc's spine just as he was getting ready to throw a spear at the she-wolf that had just torn the hand from one of his howling clansmen.

Rebecca felt a sense of elation when the sounds of combat finaly faded, the only noise she could hear above her breathing being the death-rattles of some of the green-skins. But that elation sank when she turned around and saw Peter lying under the orcish war-chief he'd lured away from her, the bulk of the brute failing to entirely cover the blood soaking into the human's tunic. The Halfling felt like there was a weight on her chest, her breath freesing in her lungs as memories of friends lost to bloodshed rose in her mind. But a groan from the human was all it took to break her paralysis, and the next thing Rebecca knew she was kneeling beside him.

“Peter! Are you… can you hear me?" she asked, her voice shaking as badly as her hands were.

“Yeah… not my blood…" the man said, obviously straining to do so under the bulk of the beast that had toppled on him.

He pointed to the orc's side and Rebeca could see the antler-handle of a hunter's knife sticking out between the lower ribs. Thick, dark blood was still oozing from the fatal wound, what little hadn't already gushed over the man who'd dealt with. The Halfling exhaled, sensing some of her dread leave her along with the breath as she tried to shift the massive green-skin off her friend. She'd failed to nudge the beast more than an inch, and she didn't like the pained groan Peter had made when the weight of the orc settled once again on his chest.

“Kaldr…" she asked, and the wolf was already getting a grip on the orc's collar.

It took the two of them pushing and pulling with all their strength, but they'd finally shifted the brute's bulk. Peter had hissed all through it and still had a pained look even after the beast was moved off him. After managing to undo the straps of the leather cuirass Rebecca pulled the blade from the war-chief and sliced the front of the blood-soaked tunic open. There were no wounds on his chest, but the Halfling ran her trembling fingers along it. When her hand trailed over the right side of Peter's chest she caught the wince and soon felt the problem. Two ribs cracked and one nearly broken. It wasn't good, but the lack of pink foam near Peter's mouth meant that at least his lung hadn't been pierced.

It was a small blessing, but the ranger made sure to give thanks to it even as she asked her goddess for another. Her magic was very limited, but as she felt the healing energy flow from her fingertips and knit the broken bone half-way she couldn't stop an almost manic grin from spreading across her face. The expression of pain on the hunter's face eased, and when he took his next breath she could see his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm.

“Much… better." He said, obviously feeling relief now that every breath he took didn't send a stab of pain slicing through his chest.

“Think you can walk? We don't have to get far, but it would be best if we…"

“I'll manage…" the human replied as he got on his feet. He knew what Rebecca had meant. The clearing reeked of blood and the smell was sure to attract carnivores eager to gorge, and they wouldn't appreciate company while they did. And even though he didn't begrudge them their meal, he knew he'd sleep a little easier if he was out of ear-shot of the feast…

*******

“You really think this is necessary? I feel fine…" Peter insisted, holding his arms up as Rebecca wound a bandage around his chest.

“There's a difference between feeling fine and being fine…" the Halfling said, a terse tone that let the human know how little hope he had of changing her mind. “You're being held together by wishful thinking, and it will take a full day for me to heal you properly. I want to make sure you stay in one piece until then."

“Don't think I'm ungrateful. But you should take a few moments to rest a little, I can feel your hands trembling…" he said as the Halfling diligently worked by firelight. Kaldr had left to secure their little camp, prowling around in the pitch-darkness of the forest and trusting her keen ears and keener nose to find danger before it found them. It left the human male very aware that he was naked above the waist not counting his bandages with an attractive woman running her hands over him as she tended his wounds.

“They're not… never mind. How's that feel?" she asked, tucking a fold of cloth in and watching for any sings of pain on Peter's face as he took a few deep breaths. He gave a nod and only then did Rebecca allow herself to relax. But once the tension and urgency left her mind, she found something else rushing in, something that was making her vision blur as tears rose in her eyes.

“What's wrong?" the freshly bandaged hunter asked, and Rebecca wasn't sure if she had an answer for him.

“Nothing I…" she began, her voice almost cracking until she forced herself to swallow past a lump in her throat. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of losing Peter had troubled her more deeply than it had any right to. She'd only known the man for a few weeks, and yet…

And yet her heart had almost broken in that brief but terrible moment when she'd been certain she'd lost him. Frozen in this moment, unable to think let alone speak, she remembered the little glances she'd thrown his way. His warmth, his easy laugh… the expression on his face when he'd first seen her coming down those stairs dressed in her best. The attraction she'd felt for him and the frustrating dreams that it had spawned.

And in that silence she'd found herself staring at the man's bright green eyes, feeling them gaze as deeply into hers as the distance between them slowly disappeared. Those green eyes were still in her mind even after she closed hers and pressed her lips to his, her body shuddering as Peter kissed her back. The Halfling felt her cheeks burning, the tips of her ears quivering as they caught the strange little mewling noises she was making.

As they broke the kiss Rebecca felt like her heart would burst, her chest rising and falling as she gasped for breath. She felt like she was in a daze, her hands trembling once again as one slid down Peter's chest, past the hard muscles under it before she found the laces of his leggings. She gasped when she felt the hard bulge under it, even as her shaky fingers struggled to undo the bindings. It – or rather he- had seemed huge under her touch, but as she freed the human's shaft she found herself breathless again.

She wondered briefly if she could take him, but even as she laid her palm against Peter's shaft she knew she desperately wanted to try. The Halfling could feel the male's eyes on her even as while hers were glued to the heavy-looking manhood in her grip, and the fact that she couldn't make her thumb and middle finger meet as she gave the hard length a few strokes. Her touch was awkward and her hand was trembling, but the groans coming from Peter's chest were encouraging, to say the least.

Rebecca wasn't sure how far she'd intended to go with this, but as a heat built between her legs she knew she'd need to go a little further than stroking the prone male to completion. His eyes were glued to her as she released him, showing no real disappointment as the diminutive female stood up. Her kind had good night vision, and in the flickering firelight she could clearly see the desire to see more of her twinkling in his green eyes, which in turn made her eager to show him more.

Her trembling hands were making disrobing difficult, and it seemed to take forever for her to bare herself fully for the human. A smile spread across her face, a grin born of relief at the sight of unmasked desire in the young man's face as he beheld her. She could feel his eyes on her bare skin, the gaze lingering a little on the perky breasts gracing her chest, her nipples seeming to stiffen in response as the heat building within her own body threatened to eclipse that of the campfire. The gaze traveled down almost reverently, along the flat belly and narrow waist to the womanly swell of her hips and the small tuft of soft dark hair just above the slit barely visible above her closed thighs.

It was an almost worshiping look that made the Halfling forget her awkwardness, at least for a moment. Enough for her to straddle either side of Peter's chest, unaware that she'd given him a perfect glimpse of the moist cleft between her legs before she lowered her body down. As her loins settled on the human's hard-muscled stomach she felt a thrill at the firm, warm form under her and the strength that it hinted at. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself at him, to feel those powerful arms wrap around her, but she was still mindful of his condition. She used her arms to support herself as she brought her face closer to his, moaning into the kiss even before their lips met and sealed.

It felt amazing – raw and primal but still deeply affectionate- but the more the kiss went on the more she felt it wasn't enough. She knew her soul yearned for this gentle exploration and expression of the newly discovered connection between her and this man, but she also knew her body was making demands of its own. Desires repressed since she'd first become a woman welled up in her mind, and she knew full well how futile it would be to try and fight them now. Nature would have to take its course…

As she broke their kiss, the Halfling couldn't help but wonder if she looked as dazed as Peter, his eyes almost blank as they stared up at the face framed by thick locks of black hair. As Rebecca sat up she was aware of the change in her posture – her back arched and her chest thrown out, an unsubtle but effective mating display. She shuffled back a little until she was straddling his crotch, taking a deep breath before once again gripping her lover's member.

As she lifted the human male's tip to her by now dripping folds, she realized just how deceptive this position was. With Peter on his back and her looking down at him it was easy to forget just how bigger and heavier he was compared to her. But she was reminded when she lined up the head of his cock with her sex, noticing the shaft was almost as wide around as her wrist. A weak but sensible voice in her head insisted this might be a bad idea, especially for her first time, but once her petals touched the tip of Peter's maleness, even that concern evaporated.

The moment the tip was pushed against her fold she felt an urge to drive her hips down, to put that shaft where she knew it needed to be. She swallowed despite a dry mouth, using one trembling hand to spread her lips wider, letting the head of the human's cock wedge half-way into her sex before she grit her teeth and pushed down. She'd expected to feel pain as her maidenhead was torn and her body invaded for the first time, but as her eyes lost focus and her mouth popped open all she felt was heat.

The warmth of the flames leaping and twirling to her right seemed like nothing compared to the fire she could feel in her loins. There was pain in there somewhere, but during her life as an adventurer the Halfling was used to pain and knew how to deal with it. Pain wasn't what had made her body go stiff, or her breath freeze in her chest. She'd climaxed before, of course, and deep down didn't think the sensation of actually being with a male would be too different from what her fingers could provide as they rubbed over her plump lips and the little nub hidden just above them. When her breath finally came back it was deep and ragged, the muscles of her abdomen flexing with each desperate inhale and only making her more aware of the hard, hot, living length now throbbing within her.

“Are you all right?" Peter asked, and she could hear the tension in his voice.

“I'm fine. It's just –aah!- my… my first…" the Halfling stammered feeling blood rush to her already flushed face. She almost felt like laughing at this ridiculous woman who was shy about mentioning her virginity to the man she'd just given it to. It had been her secret shame for so long, and only after letting it go did she realize how much tension it had filled her with over the years. And if the look in Peter's eyes was anything to go by, the revelation hadn't made her any less desirable in his mind.

The Halfling woman's admission was surprising, awakening in Peter's mind and heart a desire to make her first time a memory to be treasured. He placed his hands on her thighs, feeling how even the feather-light touch made her muscles twitch and quiver against his palms. Her sex had tightened up for a second, gripping the two inches stuck inside fiercely enough to draw a moan from both of them before relaxing.

He let his hands travel a little higher to where the ranger's toned muscles gave way to something a little softer. He could still feel her tensing a little, unused to the sensation of a lover's touch despite the fact that her body seemed starved for such affection. He could feel his own breath quicken as his hands slid along the generous curve of her hips, and then almost closing around the Halfling's girlish waist. It was tempting just to rest them there, but he wanted to let Rebecca set her own pace for this, so he let his hands stray a little higher.

The Halfling woman's skin tingled under her lover's touch as the fingertips traveled up the sides of her chest until Peter was gently cupping the pert mounds gracing it. She felt her back arch on instinct, thrusting her bosom against his palms as the same motion made the maleness clasped by her splayed lips shift a little inside her. The feel of that blunt head stroking her silken walls made her toes twitch, and Rebecca soon found her hips gently lowering, her passage stretching to accommodate more of her lover's shaft.

Feeling Peter slide deeper into her felt better than she'd ever imagined, and she made sure to let him know it. She moaned out with every fraction of an inch that slid into her, feeling the trapped member twitch within her as her sex pulsed around it in response. And all the while the human's hands caressed and squeezed her breasts, her nipples hard against his palms as he lovingly massaged her petite bosom.

Rebecca's eyes went wide when she suddenly felt the man's thighs on her cheeks, realizing that she'd taken all of him in… how long had they been doing it? It was only when she felt him flex within her that she realized how little she cared if it had been minutes or hours. Taking a deep breath, the Halfling began to slide up, her pointed ears twitching as her wet lips clung to the smooth shaft, her body feeling strangely empty until she allowed herself to slide back down, moaning out loud as she suddenly found herself gloriously full again.

*******

Kaldr's ears had perked up at the sound, her head rising immediately from the ground she'd been sniffing. She had completed her little circuit of their camp, and was slowly making her way back when she heard something that sounded like… like something she couldn't have heard. The wolfess told herself she was merely eager to stretch out beside the fire as she began to trot back along the little game-trail.

Her ears kept picking up more curious noises, and despite the fact her instinct told her just what it was, it was only when the wind changed direction that she knew it for a fact. There was the smell of wood smoke that always promised warmth and a merry glow, but it was the musk she'd caught under it that made her face heat up. And as she quietly closed the last few feet, her other end was starting to feel warmer as well.

As she got closer the picture her ears were painting for her was getting pretty clear, but the wolfess was still stunned by the sight in front of her. She could only really make out Rebeca's bare back, or what little of it wasn't hidden behind her hair. And her behind, of course, as it rose and fell and revealed the glistening shaft the Halfling was riding. She'd guessed what her friend's feelings were when she'd seen her rush to the side of the wounded Peter earlier that day, but it was still a shock to see her acting on them this way.

She supposed she should give them privacy to finish what they were doing, but her feet still took her closer to the mating pair, step by mesmerized step as she watched Rebecca rise and fall on the human's lap. She only realized how engrossed she was when it was too late. Despite being a superb stalker of both beasts and men, the wolfess' mind hadn't been on stealth as she approached the pair. Her tail had been raised and she only noticed it had snagged the branch of a nearby bush when it rustled loud enough the reach the two lovers and alert them to her presence.

“Wha… Kaldr!" Rebeca cried out, her head whipping behind her and showing the wolfess and expression she'd never seen her friend wearing. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears were a bright red, eyes still struggling to focus and the lips that had been parted in ecstasy remaining so in shock. The strands of hair framing her face were damp with sweat, the scent of it filling the she-wolf's nose and ensuring she was just as speechless as the two.

“Rebecca, I…" the wolfess began, or tried to. Words failed her and it was all she could do to fight a sudden desire to pant.

“It… it's all right. Come here…" the Halfling said in a steady voice that nevertheless had a breathy quality the wolfess had never heard before.

Rebecca was surprised herself at her own calm, but something in the expression on her companion's face told her she wasn't merely a voyeur, nor did she feel like she was being spied on. She glanced down for a second at Peter's face and saw in his eyes that the human recognized on some level that this was a significant moment between the two females.

She'd never felt self-conscious about her nudity in front of the she-wolf, but she was surprised at her lack of any sort of embarrassment about the shaft she could still feel as she held it within her. Her attention instead was on the lupine face and the expression written on it. She wondered if it would be as clear to Peter that under the fur it was the same one she'd worn when she'd professed her feelings for him.

She didn't say a word to her friend, if that word even still applied to them at that point. Their bond went deeper than that, enough that both of them had some idea of the way they'd grown to feel about each other. It had simply been more convenient for them to ignore it, an illusion they suspected would be broken after tonight, and certainly one neither of them wished to struggle to maintain any longer.

The Halfling reached out with one hand, gently stroking the wolfess behind one ear as her fingers trailed along the edge of her jaw and towards her chin. The distance between them seemed to disappear, and when the lupine muzzle was inches away, Rebecca found herself closing her eyes and parting her lips. As Kaldr timidly slipped the tip of her tongue into her mouth, she couldn't help but notice how different the kiss was to the one she'd shared with Peter. With him she'd been thrilled by the strength she felt behind his passion, but kissing the wolfess felt tender and a little bit shy. It occurred to her then that this was the she-wolf's first kiss, and even though the manhood still throbbing between her legs was proof that her virginity was gone she still felt like they were two clueless maidens driven by desire but still anxious about expressing it. But as clumsy as it was, she felt they'd shared something incredible during that kiss and looking into the eyes gazing at her out of that white fur she knew Kaldr had felt the same.

“We'll talk later. All three of us…" she husked, smiling a little as the wolfess tail wagged a few times as she understood quite clearly that she wasn't being dismissed.

If Peter had any objections to what had happened, she couldn't find it in the green eyes gazing adoringly up at her. Figuring she'd made him wait long enough, Rebecca began to lift her hips. It was like a gust of wind over smoldering embers, and after a few slow, tentative strokes she once again found herself passionately riding her human lover. She began moving her hips a little, strange little noises leaving her throat as the shaft clasped in her dripping sex started rubbing different spots inside her.

Guided by curiosity as well as desire she leaned back unit the palms of her hands were resting on Peter's thighs. She could feel the engorged length straining against the side of her passage that lay just under her abdomen, and laying a hand on her belly she felt like she could almost detect a faint bump under her palm.

She continued to both writhe and moan as the head of Peter's shaft now brushed against something within her that made her toes curl and her mind fog. With her head thrown back she was taken by surprise when she felt a hot breath against her bosom a moment before a tongue lashed against one of her breasts.

She was amazed at how sensitive her skin was, as Kaldr began to lovingly bathe the perky mounds gracing her chest. Looking down she caught the sparkle of mischief in the she-wolf's eyes, the broad lupine tongue easily cupping and lifting each breast before releasing it and letting it bounce free. Part of her felt eager to reciprocate, curious about exploring the wolfess' body as much as she was savoring exploring hers, but Rebecca was barely holding herself up with both arms planted on Peter's thighs.

The Halfling could feel her pleasure rising, a familiar feeling despite the unfamiliar intensity. She was sure that her climax would hit at any second, but each stroke of her lover's shaft within her silken passage, and each flick of a lupine tongue against a pert nipple only seemed to drive her closer to madness but no closer to release. She could barely lift her hips anymore, instead grinding them against her human lover even as she fought for breath.

It hit her with little warning and just before she lost control over her body she flung herself forward, landing on Peter just as her sex began to pulse around him, his groan joining her whimpers and whines as her already snug passage grew tighter. She could feel Kaldr's tongue as well, little loving licks that still had her muscles quivering under her the surface of her skin.

“I'm… I'm close…" she heard Peter grunt, mind struggling to find meaning in the words in the wake of her climax.

When she finally did understand, she found herself frozen by indecision. She knew she could conceive with a human, and as the thought entered her head it seemed desperate to take rot in it. She was awed by the strength of the instinct that insisted she remain where she was and accept her mate's seed. The sudden desire to feel her lover fill her womb and to feel his child growing within her was strong, but she knew that it was too soon. The seeds of a peculiar relationship had been panted here tonight, and she knew that it would need to be nurtured before it could bear fruit of its own.

It took more willpower than she'd imagined to pull herself off Peter's shaft in time, a whimper leaving her throat at the feeling of emptiness as his head slipped from between her dripping lips. She still wanted to do something for him, to make him feel as amazing as he did her, but before she could move she felt the steely length press into the crease of her cheeks.

Her ears caught both Peter's groans, and the silken sound of a lupine tongue working busily behind her. Guessing what was going on, she waited until the wolfess next lick pressed the shaft between her cheeks before clenching her rump, holding the slick member while the she-wolf continued to run her tongue against it. She could hear Peter groan under her at the same time the hard length began to twitch, erupting from between her cheeks and painting her lower back in her lover's seed. Well, one of my lovers… she corrected herself, still clasping Peter's shaft as an eager tongue began to lick the warm streaks off her skin.

*******

“You still want to go through with this?" Rebecca asked the almost panting wolfess, both of her hands still resting on the fluffy white rump. She was also a little short on breath, and the slickness of Kaldr's lovingly-tongued slit was the reason why. But unlike her life-long friend, she'd have a chance to get hers back.

“Yes!" the white wolf almost barked out, before folding her ears down and adopting a more demure posture. “That is if you're still… I don't want you to feel like you have to." she added, addressing the nude male behind her.

“I hadn't changed my mind, and am not likely to after seeing… that!" Peter said, the two females in his life smiling at the state their performance had him in.

The three were in the woods just outside of Stavenger. Their job here had been done for weeks now, but they'd been reluctant to leave the village. The forest outside it had been the setting for a number of these little interludes as the trio explored the new bond that had grown between them since that night. They had been getting increasingly intimate and more and more comfortable with each other, despite the peculiar relationship they appeared to be in. And the night before Kaldr had hinted that she wanted this to be the day she lost her virginity.

“So, how do you want to…?" Peter trailed off, but the wolfess easily got his meaning.

“Ooh, can you manage like this?" the wolfess asked, rolling on to her back with her rear legs in the air and her forepaws folded against her chest. “I know it's not 'traditional' but it feels a little more… intimate." She said, her tail wagging a few times and serving to draw the male's eyes to her lower half.

The wolfess had given the matter of position some careful thought, and even though some part of her insisted she present herself properly and allow the male to mount her from behind, she wanted to at least try this. Even though she came to trust Peter with both her life and her affection, the idea of looking straight ahead as a powerful male climbed her back and grabbed her hips with no intention of letting go until he'd bred her seemed a little… intense. She knew he was a gentler lover than his size would suggest, and even Rebecca seemed to be getting increasingly comfortable with letting him assume a more dominant role.

Peter couldn't help but grin at the sight of the wolfess as he knelt just behind her hindquarters. Although Kaldr was very cheerful and outgoing in public, he'd seen her in a fight and knew that her intellect made her more, rather than less deadly, compared to a wolf her size. Nothing as lethal as her had any right to look this endearing and anxious, her ears folded back just a little and her powerful chest rising and falling as she prepared to leave maidenhood behind.

He gripped the fluffy white hips and raised the lupine behind a little until the dark spade was level with his shaft. Despite the difference in their anatomy, he couldn't really see the bright wolfess as an animal, especially after the gasp she'd let out after the tip of his member touched the lupine sex. But that difference was still there, and became apparent after several frustrating nudges the blunt head of his cock failed to part the she-wolf's spade-shaped sex.

“Here, let me…" Rebecca said, unable to bear the expression on Kaldr's face as the human's blunt tip inadvertently teased her. Even though this was a first for these two, she'd gotten quite comfortable with both the human's and the she-wolf's bodies, her deft fingers opening Kaldr's folds gently as her other hand guided her male lover's tip to the lupine femininity.

Kaldr held her breath when she felt her folds part ever so slightly around Peter's tip, her hind-legs stiffening and her eyes showing whites once the head sank in, her spade wrapping around it as it was filled by something larger than a tongue or a finger. Despite her lack of experience, her instinct and her body had recognized it for what it was – a male, thick, hard and wonderfully warm as it slide deeper into her.

She could feel it when Peter reached her maidenhead and even though it was very kind of him to pause, it was also frustrating beyond belief. She wanted to tell him to go ahead, but all she managed was a whine, needy and desperate but apparently easily interpreted by a human mind. The pain was a flash so brief she wasn't sure if she'd imagined it, the tiny hurt overshadowed by the sensation of her body stretching around him.

She felt a palm slide up from the mound now wrapped around the base of Peter's shaft, the soft smooth skin ticking the nipples hidden in her soft white fluff as Rebecca's other hand smoothed the fur on her head. The wolfess felt her tail wag, softly slapping between Peter's legs as she savored the intimacy of this moment.

Part of her wanted it to last forever, or at least longer, but when the human male began to slide himself out she still found herself yipping excitedly, her body eager for the mating dance to resume. She could feel her sex cling to the smooth skin of Peter's cock as it slid out until she could feel her spade flexing around his head.

Her muzzle had parted but no sound came out as the young man drove himself back into her in one smooth stroke, his grip loving but firm as he sheathed himself in Kaldr's lupine femininity. It was bliss like nothing the wolfess had imagined, the sensation of the throbbing length sawing in and out, her passage molding to the male mating her as the scent of both her arousal and Peter's reached her nose. The she-wolf corrected herself after she took another breath and picket up a second feminine musk. Rebecca was still petting her and gazing down at her with nothing but love glittering in those sea-green eyes. Kaldr had a lingering worry that seeing her male mate with another would hurt the Halfling, or somehow sour the bond that had grown between them. But the other female's gaze was as affectionate as her touch, and judging by the smell the wolfess could guess where the diminutive woman's hand was.

Rebecca was surprised at how aroused she was getting merely from watching Peter make love to Kaldr. As she watched the human's shaft slowly drive in and out of the lupine sex she found her fingers synching up, her pointed ears twitching at the noises the she-wolf made as she was mated for the first time. The thought made her eyes turn to the heavy pouch swinging between Peter's legs with each thrust, imagining what it will feel like for the wolfess to have that steely length some alive inside her, the male hilt himself as his seed gushed into her body.

Even though she'd tasted her lover's seed she was still making sure he came outside her, and even though Peter never voiced or showed any disappointment, it was getting harder and harder for her to put off something her body wanted. But she let her frustrations go for now, eager instead to experience the sensation of being bred through her lupine lover. With the image of Peter releasing inside the ecstatic she-wolf and her fingers dipping between her own folds, the Halfling bent down and planted her lips on the parted muzzle.

Kaldr's ears folded back as she gave a happy little whine into the kiss, her tongue slipping into the Halfling's mouth even as Peter's shaft continued sliding in and out of her snug sex. She could feel the tempo of those pumping hips increase, the magnificent male thrusting into her hard with welcome forcefulness.

Even though the wolfess was not in the least bit shy about sticking her muzzle all sorts of places while Peter mated with Rebecca, she was wondering if the somewhat reserved female would be comfortable doing the same. That's why the kiss was such a wonderful surprise, and when their lips finally parted, the wolfess couldn't help but wonder how far the Halfling was willing to go.

“C-climb… want a –yip!- taste…" she breathed out, trying to get the words out as Peter humped away between her hind legs. She saw Rebecca bite her lower lip, but the moment of indecision was gone in the blink of an eye.

A second later the she-wolf had a pair of shapely thighs on either side of her head, the smooth-skinned rump filling her vision until a dripping pair of lips came into reach of her muzzle. Her ears perked at the shuddering gasp that she'd coaxed out of the Halfling with nothing more than a stroke of her broad tongue over her mound. By now Rebecca was no stranger to having a lupine tongue lovingly bathe her privates and it usually took a little more effort on Kaldr's part to get her to make these sorts of noises. The happily yipping bitch guessed that the sight of their shared male rutting her must have gotten her close to the edge, and as her tongue snaked its way between the tiny woman's plump lips she had every intention of pushing her over.

Rebecca almost squealed out when she felt a lupine muzzle press against her folds as a broad tongue pushed its way between them, curling expertly as it dipped in and out of her honeypot. Her fingers had gotten her close, and as her orgasm mounted lines began to blur. She found herself unable to tell whether it was her body she was looking at – muscles twitching and two rows of nipples poking out through soft white fur, a dark spade wrapped greedily around a thick member. There was something warm inside her, something driving her to the brink of madness even as it promised bliss. Was it Peter? She reached out for the thrusting male and the mystery was solved as two smooth-skinned arms rose, beckoning and wrapping around his neck as his lips came closer to hers.

When they kissed Rebecca felt the tension in her grow twofold and then finally shatter. She moaned into Peter's mouth, her sex milking the lupine tongue still licking away at her silken folds as the wolfess under her eagerly drank up the little trickle her twitching cunny was dripping. She heard the thrusting human grunt a little into their kiss and felt his shoulders tensing as he neared the end of his rope. Holding on to him with one arm she laid her other hand on the wolfess' twitching belly, rubbing it gently as little whimpers came from the muzzle mashed against her slit.

Peter broke their kiss, throwing his head back and grunting as Rebecca's gaze felt down. She could see Kaldr's lupine sex wrapped lovingly around the human's shaft, every last bit of him buried inside her as the muscles lining his belly flexed. The Halfling felt as if she could feel the flow of his seed into the she-wolf yipping and whining through her own climax.

A longing bordering on envy struck Rebecca even in the post-coital bliss as she felt Kaldr's body respond. She could see the well-stuffed spade twitching, and feel the little ripples and tremmors under that fluffy white fur as her body drew her mate's seed deeper. The wolfess tongue slipped out of her and she could feel the hot panting breaths against her sex even as her eyes remained glued to the spot where male and female were joined. When Peter began to slowly pull out the Halfling stared with baited breath at the dark folds clinging to the length until finally his head slipped free. Rebecca almost came again from the sight alone, and as she watched a tiny trickle leave her friend's well-bred spade she knew that there would have to be a talk between the three of them. After seeing this, she worried she might not have the strength to tell Peter to pull out the next time they made love.

*******

“So like this?" Kaldr asked, on her back on the soft green grass and looking up expectantly at the nude Halfling standing over her with a thoughtful look on her pretty face.

“Yeah, like that, and if I just hold your hind legs like this…" she said, gripping the wolfess' limbs just under her paws and using them to push her rear end up just a little.

“Peter, promise not to laugh if this turns out to be just a silly… oooOOhhh!" the she-wolf began, but stopped her remark when she felt something silky-soft brush against her mound, a similar sound leaving the full lips of the Halfling now kneeling on the ground and straddling her hindquarters. “All right, so not a silly idea after all. But now what?" she breathed out, a bit surprised at how thrilling Rebecca's idea turned out to be.

“Well, let's try this…" the Halfling said, mischief dancing in her eyes as she began to gently move her hips back and forth.

The pair gasped in unison as Kaldr's lupine muff gently rubbed against the Halfling's smooth lips, the two females surprised at just how electric such a gentle touch could feel, although Rebecca had guessed the she-wolf might get a thrill out of this. She knew her lupine lover was in heat, and that the engorged canine spade even now being mashed against her sex was a little bit swollen and a lot more sensitive than usual. What really surprised her was how thrilling this was for her. It was not the first time the two had pleasured each other at the same time, but this felt somehow more intimate than her fingering the wolfess' muff while Kaldr worked her tongue between her own folds.

She couldn't believe the heat of the she-wolf's sex as it rubbed against her with every swing of her hips, her own slit beginning to drool a little, as if trying to quench the heat of the puffy spade it was being gently mashed against. Her back arched and flexed, her hips pressing down a little harder with each stroke until the moment she felt her lips part and the lupine spade slip just a little bit between them.

“Aaah! Am… Am I…?" Kaldr asked, stars dancing in front of her eyes as she suddenly found her sex enveloped, the most sensitive part of her snugly held by something warm, moist and unbelievably soft.

Rebecca just nodded since the feeling of her sex pulsing eagerly around the lupine femininity had left her breathless. The heat of the cooing bitch was even more intense as her folds clenched around it, and the Halfling could only wonder what it was like for Kaldr to have her spade swallowed up by her sex. They stayed motionless like that, getting their breath back and savoring this surprisingly intimate accident until Rebecca started moving again. She just ground herself against the she-wolf for a start, worried that the tender little spade might slip out from her. But having Kaldr's sex move around inside her felt even better, and soon the Halfling found herself pushing and grinding against the wolfess in what she realized was a passable imitation of Peter's strokes whenever he was inside one of them.

“Doesn't it fill you with any dismay to watch the two of us like this? Do you not worry we might find a way of satisfying each other without the need for masculine attention?" she teased sparing a look across one shoulder at the man they both loved who seemed to be enjoying the view.

“How worried do you think I should be?" Peter asked, managing to tear his eyes off the sight of Rebecca's firmly rounded behind as it flexed with every push and grind of her hips.

“I wouldn't lose any sleep over it. But –ahh!- please don't stop!" the wolfess said, and to drive her point home she laid her paws on Rebecca's pert bosom.

“Ooh, just be careful with those claws…" the Halfling cooed in reply, her nipples almost immediately stiffening as the lupine paw-pads were pressed against them.

She could feel things becoming messier back there, and a glance downward showed her lips shining as they stretched around the tender nub held between them, the soft white fur that had been tickling her folds now becoming matted with the mess the two were making. As her pleasure mounted she found herself almost humping into the lupine behind, her body working on some sort of instinct as her excitement mounted.

She'd suspected this sort of intimate kissing would feel nice, and thinking about it had certainly gotten her eager to try it, but she hadn't been sure if it would really be enough for either of them to achieve release. In all honesty, the Halfling had imagined it would be a nice new way for the two of them to get wonderfully worked up, after which they'd get Peter involved. But as she bucked against the yipping she wolf, Rebecca knew that this would be enough for her, and suspected it might also push the almost-panting botch over.

This new form of rutting was at once familiar, but also strange to the way she'd gotten used to. Whenever her sex would clench around Peter's shaft, she'd feel the thrill unyielding length buried in her passage. But whenever her lips gripped the stubby womanhood caught between them she felt the velvety softness of the she-wolf's sex as it leaked lupine honey within her. It wasn't very deep but it didn't need to be. The heat of it, the way Rebecca's little nub ground against it, the softness of her fur against her bare skin and the slight roughness of her paws on her petite chest all served to push her past the point of no return.

She made little grunting noises as she ground herself against Kaldr, pushing as hard as she could against the other female to ensure the entirety of her spade was inside her. She'd thrown her head back and pressed her hands on the she-wolf's paws, mashing them against her chest and no longer even caring about her claws. She felt her sex pulsing around the spade within her, looking down only when she heard the wolfess begin to whine. She knew what the tremors running through the lupine body meant even before she felt the subtle blossoming of heat as the canine cunny squirted within her.

After the wolfess calmed down, she laid herself down on top of her, sighing at the sensation of feather-soft fur and the warmth radiating under it as she brought her lips to the panting wolfess' muzzle. They spent a minute or so just savoring the intimacy of their hearts beating next to each other's before Rebecca spared a glance behind her. She couldn't help but smile at the expression on Peter's face, his eyes glued to the sight of her rump resting on top of Kaldr and their two glistening femininities within a few inches of each other.

“Whenever you're ready. No rush…" she quipped, pointedly glancing down at the effect their new little game had on the male they shared.

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The patter of rain on roof tiles was a uniquely wonderful sound, providing one was under said roof. It was even better if there was a fire burning somewhere nearby, to keep the damp and cold out. It was an excellent reason to stay in bed if leaving it could in any way be avoided. Another good reason to stay in was sharing such a bed with two amorous females. All of these conditions applied to Peter, which was why despite the occasional tensing of some of his muscles the man felt like he didn't have a care in the world. And to think I always thought settling down would be boring…

Although neither he nor Rebecca had really hung up their weapons, they both knew that settling down in one place would invariably lead to that. It had been a year since the day the three of them had embraced this bond between them, and after a particularly rich bounty they began talking. They'd liked Stavenger enough to stick around, and there were perfectly good houses on the outskirts of the village that people had abandoned when it had looked like the wilderness would swallow up everything outside its walls.

Not an unreasonable assumption, but the three of them had turned the tide in favor of the little frontier town, and had decided to buy a house on its 'bulwark'. There was still just enough danger in those woods to give them some excitement from time to time, a fact that the townsfolk knew and appreciated.

But the reason Peter was tensing up every few seconds despite the comfort of his bed, his home and his life were the two females nestled up together between his legs. They had supposedly just wanted to get him in the mood but he suspected they were having a little too much fun and had gotten carried away.

The two were smiling between licks, kisses and suckles, eyes twinkling with equal parts lust and mischief as they gazed lovingly up at him. It was almost getting to a point where it was an endurance test. His length was sticking straight up as Rebecca gripped it at the base, the wet skin of his manhood letting him feel every steamy breath of the two females.

The two had seemed intent on putting on a show for him, running their tongues over his sensitive flesh, making little moans whenever their mouths met and they shared a brief kiss. Kaldr's tongue was longer by far, not to mention deviously agile, but Rebecca had those full, soft lips that felt like silk when she kissed his shaft and heaven whenever she pushed them down his head. Even now she had about two inches of him in her mouth, looking up at him as she suckled gently while the wolfess bathed the rest of his member with that broad lupine tongue.

“If you two keep -ngh!- this up I'm…"

“Wait!" the wolfess barked out, her head and ears flying up as the other two looked in confusion. “Well it's just that… we've been talking about… having a baby…"

“Yes?" Rebecca asked. After settling down it had seemed the next step, and the mention of it was enough to make the Halfling's heart race as the desire she'd denied for the past year stirred within her.

“Well today would be a good time to do it…" the wolfess hinted, and when neither of the human's caught on she rubbed her muzzle against the reclining Rebecca's belly.

“You can tell?" the Halfling asked.

“I still can't believe you two can't…" the she-wolf replied, amazed again by how humanoids got by with such a limited sense of smell. “Especially him! When I'm in heat, you can hear the male dogs sniffing as I walk by…" she explained, omitting the fact that her impressive size kept the potential suitors from embarrassing her in public. “So as fun as it would be to keep licking away until we make Peter make those funny grunting noises and a mess…"

Rebecca knew by then not to question the she-wolf's nose and supposed she shouldn't really be surprised her body had told the white-furred bitch things even she wasn't aware of. She was trembling with excitement as she patted the side of the bed while holding Peter's gaze while Kaldr remained on the bed with her ears perked and her tail wagging. After he sat down she cupped the side of his face as she held the gaze of the man who would soon be the father of her child, carefully planting one foot on either side of his legs and briefly towering over her lover.

Peter took advantage of that, his hands moving to almost girdle her waist as his mouth descended, his lip latching on to one of her breasts. Her back arched as she sighed, pushing her chest out as her lover kissed one stiff little nub and then the other. Rebecca was torn between the need to take her man inside her, to mate and feel life blossom within her womb, and the desire to let Peter explore her body and delight in every touch and caress.

After enduring her lover's kisses and suckles, the Halfling decided she'd better take the next step before her legs buckled. Putting a finger under Peter's chin she raised his eyes up, holding his gaze even as she held his shaft up, her hips slowly descending until she felt her dripping lips kiss the tip. She let out a low, intimate moan as she felt her petals part around her lover. She'd taken him many times by now, but every time she did she felt the human's shaft stretch her almost to the point of discomfort. It was a thrill and a sensation of fullness she knew she'd never have gotten with a Halfling lover, something that would have made her feel vulnerable if she didn't know how kind this human was and how deeply he loved the two females in his life.

She couldn't keep a corner of her mouth from lifting at the knowledge that things worked both ways. She imagined what it must be like for Peter to sheathe himself in a silken passage that molded itself to his shaft each and every time they made love. She knew he respected her courage and her prowess, but it must stroke some deep part of his psyche to feel just how strong he was compared to her. They'd all spent too much of their lives in the wilderness to ignore instinct and the guiding forces that predated thought – a powerful male, capable of defending his mates and his young…

Rebecca could feel her hear beat a little faster with every inch of her lover that she took, a mounting excitement that went beyond lovemaking. By the time she felt her behind rest on her lover's thighs she could feel that throbbing length filling her completely, tempting her to just keep her mate inside her and grind and swivel her hips until they both found release. She could see him craning his neck, her chin lifting until their lips met in a brief but passionate kiss.

Her hips began to move on their own, the lips wrapped around her lover's length slowly moving to and fro as they broke their kiss. A moment later a fluffy white visage appeared over one of Peter's shoulders as the patient wolfess took the opportunity to join in. As she pressed her lips to the delicate lupine muzzle she felt Kaldr's tongue enter her mouth, playfully coaxing her own out.

The snow-white bitch enjoyed the kiss, noticing that it had served to energize Rebecca a little. She could feel her making little moans against her muzzle as her shapely rear began to bounce just a little in Peter's lap. And although their love-play tended to be quite involved, she knew that this time she would mostly be a spectator, and didn't really mind. The bond between her and Rebecca had been soul-deep even before they acknowledged their feelings for each other, and she knew how much the Halfling needed this. It also thrilled her to think that their little 'pack' would begin to grow, and the satisfaction of her own carnal craving could wait until the completion of this beautiful act. With that in mind, she broke her kiss with Rebeca, gazing into the other female's dreamy eyes before settling down on the bed, her ears perked and her tail giving an occasional wag behind her.

Rebecca wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, sighing as her hips rose and her glistening folds clung to the warm shaft they were wrapped around. With her chest pressed against Peter's she could feel as well as hear him groan as her silken walls rubbed against him, squeezing down as if desperate to keep him inside her.

A shuddering gasp slipped past her lips as she sank back, her sex pulsing and twitching as the entirety of her lover was once again sheathed inside it. As her lips touched his crotch she could feel the tip of his shaft nudge against the entrance to her womb, feeling a thrill at the thought that for the first time she'd feel the flow of her lover's seed into her, the spread of the warmth that would be her first step to motherhood.

The thought awoke something within her and Rebecca found her hips rising and falling without conscious effort, her body moved by instinct and passion as she rode her mate. Every stroke of the hard length though her dripping sex made thinking more difficult and equally pointless. She didn't need to think, she needed to feel both physically and emotionally. The feel of Peter's body against hers as she pressed her breasts flat against his chest, the gentle but firm grip of his hands on her hips. The knowledge that after tonight the three of them would soon become a family…

Even as her thoughts became softer, her movements were becoming wilder, her body desperate to sate the need she'd denied it every time she'd made love with Peter. She could feel the wet slaps of skin on skin, the strain in her already shaky legs as she rode her lover, her sex pulsing and caressing the manhood within her as if she were already trying to draw his seed deeper in.

“Please… I –aaahh!- can't…" she panted out, words tumbling from her lips without any thought behind them. She wasn't sure if Peter had understood what she'd tried to say, or if her tone of voice had been enough of a hint, but she could feel those strong hands moving o cup her behind just before her lover rose.

She cried out in bliss as her weight drove her down on his shaft, the head once again prodding that spot inside her, going as deep as it would reach in her body, and as deep as it would need to. She heard her lover groan, fingers digging into the firm muscles of her rump as he easily held her up. With her feet in the air behind him she was literally in the palms of his hands. She took a few ragged breaths as Peter widened his stance, making sure he had a good grip on her (or possibly just fondling her behind) before he bucked against her.

The first time they had done this they had both been quite pleasantly surprised by the way the difference in their size could work out. For a well-built human male in his prime, Rebecca weighed next to nothing and a single thrust of his hips would send her sliding more than half way of his shaft before she wound up sliding back, taking every last inch of her lover in an instant. It was an intense experience, and even the knowledge that it would leave her a little sore latter on didn't stop her from moaning and whimpering, urging Peter on with desperate little noises now that words were beyond her.

Rebecca had her head buried against her rutting human's chest, and hadn't noticed a sleek white form leaving the bed and watching the mating duo with mischief in her eyes. She circled until she was behind the whimpering female, taking in the sight of her silky lips splayed around their human lover's length before she decided to have a taste.

The lash of her tongue had been brief, but enough to tease out a gasp from Rebeca and a grunt from Peter, the wolfess ears perking at the noise and her spade moistening at the taste of the two as she took the opportunity to participate. She spread her forepaws wide, lowering her chest and angling her head up as she began to lick both Peter's manhood and Rebecca's straining slit. The mess the two had made was soon gone, cleared by diligent swipes of the broad lupine tongue as Kaldr's tail wagged happily behind her raised rump.

After feeling something bumping against her chin, the wolfess directed her sight lower, spotting the two heavy looking orbs swinging between the humping human's legs with every thrust. She smiled a distinctly wolfish grin as she changed the angle of her muzzle and began to lap away at the bulging pouch, noticing how the noises coming from above became a little more masculine.

Peter had spent himself between her own legs often enough for the she-wolf to know intimately just how virile he was, but since he was breeding Rebecca she figured it wouldn't hurt to make sure she coaxed the most out of him. Her keen ears picked up the peculiar way he was grunting as she used her nimble tongue to cup the swinging orbs before letting them bounce back.

Sparks had begun dancing in front of Rebecca's eyes since she felt Kaldr's tongue lovingly lashing her splayed folds and hadn't cleared even after the lupine appendage disappeared. Judging by the noises Peter was making, she could only guess what the she-wolf was doing, that is if her mind had been in any state to guess. The only muscles in her body that seemed to be working was the hands still clasped behind Peter's neck, desperately holding on even though she was certain her lover could keep her up even of her body went limp. The muscles along her thighs and belly were twitching and trembling as the ones just below it tensed up in preparation.

She was bounding wildly as Peter gave it all and could no longer tell when she was sliding of or sinking down on the shaft held within her sex. It all became friction, heat building despite the mess escaping her folds with every smack, a mounting tension that threatened to drive her made before it finally broke.

As she approached her peak, Rebecca's blushing ears caught strange whimpering noises she was shocked to realize were coming from her own throat. The smell of both her human and her lupine lover filled her nose, an intimate and familiar fragrance that made her feel safe and loved. After riding the crest of that wave she felt a pinch as Kaldr gently nipped one of her cheeks. The playful bite came as a surprise and made her insides clenched up, wrapping firmly around the pistoning length and serving to push her over the edge.

She felt one of Peter's arms move to her back just as her arms went limp along with every muscle in her body, except for those between her legs. She felt the urgency with which her femininity was milking the groaning male, felt his body respond as the head of his shaft began to swell as it rested against the barrier to her womb. His thrusting stopped and Rebecca held her breath as the shaft twitched once, and then again before heat blossomed up inside her. Her toes curled and the trapped breath escaped as a sigh as she felt the rush of her mate's seed.

For a moment Rebecca thought the world was spinning until she realized that Peter had sat back on the bed and then laid down while still holding her against him. The Halflings eyes were still lidded, her lips parted as the length held within her sex continued to twitch and spurt inside her. A moment later she felt something warm and soft cover her back as Kaldr joined in, supporting herself on her forepaws as she gently licked and nuzzled the back of Rebecca's neck. The three stayed like that, the only movement being the softening of Peter's cock as it slowly slipped out of her, a warm trickle following in its wake.

“Looks like we're going to have a baby…" the wolfess almost chirped in one of Rebecca's red-tipped ears.

“For… a start…" the Halfling replied, once she found her breath. “I've talked to Schisandra…" she continued, mentioning a druid that both she and Kaldr had befriended a while back. The woods the half-elf called home were far from Stavenger, but she was a friend to dryads and sprites, and had a way of crossing the leagues between forests as quickly as people crossed a threshold. “She told me… what herbs to look for… how to brew them. And by the time our baby is born, the two of you will be ready to start trying for a puppy…" she finished, knowing what Kaldr had yearned for and all but given up on. For a while, the three remained motionless on the bed, not counting the wagging of one tail.