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"Hey, Maren."

“Hm?"

“What do you say the two of us head back to the rooms and hook up, right now."

The purple haired human's typically calm and collected demeanor shattered in an instant. All but choking on her pizza slice, Maren shot a mixture of bewilderment and pure shock back at the wolf Keidran, her cheeks flushed red.

“WHAT?!" she spluttered, “Don't make jokes like that!"

“I'm not joking. Why not?" Sythe replied, the slightest hint of smugness creeping across his face.

Maren was incredulous, “WHY NOT?! Because you're a wolf, idiot! We're different species!"

“So? Doesn't seem to have stopped our ex's any. . . and if it's good enough for the Grand Templar. . ." There was no concern present in his voice, as if the pairing he had just suggested was the most natural thing in the world. Promiscuous cretin! Filthy beast!

“No, no no!" The whole world might be turning upside down, but I'm not going along with it!"

Her response, rather lacking in firmness, was less of an outright rejection and more of an excuse, as if Sythe's words were, in fact, reasonable.

“Okay, okay! Fair enough. If you don't want it, that's fine."

Surprisingly reasonable.

The human probed a little, in spite of her outwardly vehement objection, “Why would you even want a relationship? Aren't humans. . . disgusting to you?"

Sythe leaned back against the side of the hot tub, smiling softly to himself, “Oh, come on, Maren. Fur or not, you're anything but disgusting. And it wouldn't be something so serious as a relationship. Just a way to, you know feel things out. Satisfy curiosity."

It was only a subtle movement of his head, and a slight upward curl of the lip that turned the smile into a grin, and she could feel the wolf's gaze shift to her, staring at her near-nakedness. His fierce yellow eyes traced her form from head to toe, taking in every curve, every bit of exposed flesh. Dancing along her bikini line, between her ample cleavage, drinking her up.

And then just like that, back to his usual, nonchalant self, those yellow orbs flickering closed, “I thought you might be curious too, but maybe not. It's cool. Don't worry about it."

Maren's heart was racing. Too fast. Much too fast, “I. . . I need to get a drink."

“Oh, okay, sure. There's a table down by the beach," he responded flatly.

Why was she so excited? The thoughts teasing along the very edge of her mind, so afraid as she was to even entertain the most remote possibility that she might. . .

“. . . is there one in your room?"

---

Sythe led the way. Maren followed. She hadn't said much as they made their way through the halls of the manor, instead keeping her eyes squarely focused on the Keidran in front of her.

Focused to the near total exclusion of all else.

With the benefit of hindsight, Maren knew it had been some time coming. It would be amiss to call it outright sexual tension, whatever this was between her and the wolf; there hadn't been any flirting or teasing. No subtle comments between the two, no 'accidental' shoulder brushes or looks that lingered a few moments longer than they should. Still, there was undeniably something there. Something less tangible, something hidden. Maren hadn't wanted to admit it, but perhaps that was because it had felt good not to admit it. To keep it forbidden. To allow herself only the most fleeting fantasies, cut short before her fingers could snake their way south to explore the ever encroaching lewd thoughts. It was wrong, every fibre of her being told her so. The brazen proposal Sythe had put to her not moments ago was something she should have absolutely and without hesitation, rebutted. She should have laughed at him, scolded him, hit him even.

But no. She had said yes. Albeit in a roundabout manner, perhaps. But still a yes,

And now, she was following him, engrossed in his softly swishing tail, toned legs and broad, muscled back. Those once distant fancies now playing out stronger and more vividly in her mind. It was now right here, in the flesh; the object or those dark, lusty thoughts was right in front of her. She wanted to want to resist, and fail. For the first time in as long as the human girl could remember, she had wanted something purely for herself, without reservation.

That, and the fact that she could finally bring herself to admit that she was attracted to Sythe. Perhaps the one underlying emotion she had felt through all of this was one of attraction. Ever since she had first met him, in what now seemed like an eternity ago, there had been that one, ever present thought. She was attracted to Sythe. Attracted to a keidran. She thought he was hot. Sexy. She allowed her mind to cross that barrier, grinning to herself as she spelled the words out in her head.

“I'm attracted to Sythe. Deeply attracted."

The wolf shouldered the door to his room open, standing aside and beckoning Maren in with an inviting paw, “There's the table. Just ask it for whatever you want, and it appears! If they have it. . ."

She stepped inside, hearing the door click shut behind her, “Huh. . . handy. Could have used this at my tavern."

The table was small and nondescript, easily missed were it not for the runes inscribed on its surface. As expected of the Legacy estate, the craftsmanship was exquisite, a fact confirmed by Maren as she ran her palm across its well lacquered surface. A momentary distraction, at best.

“Gods. . . am I really actually considering this? He said it wouldn't be serious, so it doesn't have to mean anything. But still! He's a Keidran. Am I crazy?"

Heat rose to her cheeks, complimenting the heat that had been steadily rising in her nethers since the two had left the oasis room. She wasn't just considering it; Maren was very much in the process of realising those fantasies, of turning the taboo into the very, very real.

Sythe chimed in, “Maren, not to shoot myself in the foot, but I told you it's okay if you're uncomfortable. I know humans don't go this fast. We can just take it easy."

The keidran was eager, a fact readily apparent in his voice. Maren too, if she was honest with herself. The more she tried to hold it back, the stronger it became. Feelings of need, of want, visions of what she might do with this wolf. This beast. What she might do to him.

And, of course, what he would do to her.

She was no virgin, though her list of sexual encounters didn't run all that long. Vanilla, to the last. Pleasurable enough at the time, satiating whatever itch she felt at that particular moment. This, though, was different. There was a wild, untamed aspect to it, a savage unknown, almost a fear. She need only conquer it.

Maren spun around, “Ngh. . . tell me, Wolfboy! Just how different are you from a human?"

That was it. She was doing it. No turning back now.

“Uh. . . huh? In what regard?"

She was getting wet.

“You know what I mean! How do you. . . compare?"

Sythe suddenly looked sheepish, rubbing his paw over the back of his head, “Um, I'm not really sure. But. . . I mean, I'm not wearing any pants right now. . . so. . ."

She looked down.

He was. . . nicely sized. She stared at him, taking in his wolfhood. a thousand lewd scenarios playing out in her mind.

Maren's cheeks practically glowed red. Burning. On fire.

“Drinks! Yes! Need drinks!" she hurried herself to the magic table, “Table! I order you to make me a red wine. . . er, actually, make that whiskey. . . a whole bottle!"

Nothing.

“Hello?"

“You actually have to put your hand on it first." Sythe offered.

“Oh. Okay. Whiskey!"

There was a crack, just loud enough to give her cause to jump, and a small, shiny bottle popped into existence in front of her.

“Ah, that will do!" she scooped the bottle up and popped the top, glancing about for a few moments before placing her hand back on the table.

“Glasses. Two of them."

As commanded, two ornate crystal glasses appeared in front of her. With skilled hands, she poured two equal measures of whiskey into each, before snatching on up and depositing the contents down her throat. The other, she offered to Sythe.

He declined, “Come on, you know that keidrans don't handle their booze all that well."

“Scaredy cat. Suit yourself." she shot back the remaining glass, “Pity, this stuff isn't bad."

The only response she got was a shrug. Maren tumbled the two glasses about in her hand, the clinking filling what would otherwise have been an awkward silence.

“So. . . I. . ." Sythe began to speak.

With sudden resolve, she slammed the glasses back down on the table, wheeling about to face the keidran, arms akimbo.

“Alright, Wolfboy!" The whiskey was starting to talk, “How do kei. . do wolves do it?"

She really was about to do it. It was happening.

That was the queue he'd been looking for. Sythe took a few steps towards the purple haired girl, a sly grin across his muzzle, “Curious, are you? Thought about what it might be like?"

“Gah! Fine, yes!" she met his advance, stepping up to him, closing the last few feet between herself and the wolf. He was taller, but it wasn't until now that she had been so close, close enough to feel a little small. A little bit vulnerable.

“Maybe, you know. . . once or t-twice." Pushing up against his body, Maren reached out, a slight tremble in her fingers, and made contact with Sythe's forearm. She traced her fingertips upwards, massaging over his biceps, feeling across his shoulders before placing both palms on his chest. The wolf's heartbeat was almost as fast as her own, to her surprise and bemusement.

And his fur was soft.

“You smell nice," she found herself complimenting him. With a deep breath, she placed her head against his chest, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself. His scent filled her senses, far more pleasant she had expected, though with a still noticeable musk, foreign and exotic.

She took a fistful of his fur, opening her eyes and looking up to meet his gaze.

“So. . ." she moved her hips against his just a little, gyrating and grinding ever-so-gently, her voice now far lower, with the slightest traces of lust dripping from her words, “. . .how do wolves do it? Are you going to. . . show me?"

Sythe pushed a few strands of Maren's purple hair aside, softly caressing her cheek and leaning down, his breath's sharp and heated and he whispered in her ear.

“You smell better."

Maren's heart skipped a beat as a growl escaped the keidran's throat. His head dipped, canine muzzle descending towards her collarbone.

“Sythe what are you. . . ooooooh!" His fangs made contact first, a playful nip at her creamy flesh before he planted a kiss on her neck, and then another on her shoulder, before replacing lips with tongue. He licked, staring at her shoulder, dragging a trail of wetness up her neck and flicking over her ear.

“You smell. . . wonderful." Sythe's voice was wavering. Gone was the pretense of the well spoken keidran diplomat, his every word now a statement of carnal desire.

“S-stupid wolf! It's just shampoo."

Another nip, “I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about. . . this"

Maren's gasped, almost yelled, as a soft, furred paw pressed against her hip, sliding over the fabric of her bikini bottom and pushing between her thighs. Without thinking, she shuffled her feet, parting her legs a few inches and allowing the wolf to push forward to his prize. He teased his middle finger down her cloth-covered slit, pressing in with a delicate touch, parting her folds by the tiniest fraction, all without direct contact.

Sythe withdrew, the sudden removal turning the human's gasp into a moan.

“Hmmm. . . don't tease!" she complained.

“You wanted to know how wolves do it?" he said, running the digit under his nose, inhaling the traces of her essence. “Humans take too long; we're quick. If we see someone we like, we just. . . go for it."

He went for it. Strong, wiry arms glided over her shoulders, paws roaming over her silky smooth skin, feeling every inch of her as they descended over the small of her back and gripped tightly at her scantily clad ass. Automatically, she responded, running her own hands up and over his broad, furry shoulders and locking behind his neck, pulling that grinning, canine muzzle in closer and closer.

“Maren. . ."

The human and the keidran pressed their lips together, their embrace tightening, pulling their bodies closer, Maren's breasts pushed firmly into Sythe's chest. The first contact was a simple peck, the sort that a husband might give his wife before heading off for the day's work. What followed was a brief pull back, and a few awkward moments. A sheepish grin from him, a giggle from her. Delicate blue eyes gazed into fierce yellow ones, desire and longing visible in each.

"Sythe!"

Her mouth crashed into his, notions of decency and restraint now forlorn thoughts in her mind. Unshackled and unburdened by the moral cares of a prudish society, she set her tongue upon his, lashing and writhing, ravishing her affections upon the wolf. Sythe reciprocated, intertwining his long, canine tongue about the lewd intrusion, his paws massaging and feeling her rump, pulling her body to his. Maren melted into the embrace, savouring the sensation of soft fur against her skin, loving the warmth, the enticing scents it carried, and the constant reminder that this wasn't a human. No, nothing quite so dull.

She ground her crotch into him, pushing her heated sex forward and moaning as she continued to aggressively make out with the keidran. Her leg raised, knee pushing up his flank, her thighs now pressing against him, begging that the kiss deepen, that it lead to more.

Obliged by the human's invitation, Sythe slipped his paw lower, tickling a single furred digit along the line of her bikini, venturing lower and lower, before pushing it under the fabric covering her crotch.

"Sy. . . AH!" Maren broke the kiss to gasp, throwing her head back as she felt fur press against her most intimate region, slipping through her dripping wet folds. . .

"S-Sythe!"

. . . and pushing inside her, slowly, all the way to the knuckle. She felt every bit of it, her walls clamping down, mind ablaze at the sensation she has sought for so long. Her pussy pulsed with her heartbeat, Sythe's palm now grinding against her clit, hips beginning to rock, seeking further pleasure, mad want driving her every action.

Until he withdrew his paw.

"Hey!" she whined, "What gives?!"

He brought his finger, fur slick with her juices to his muzzle and licked, "You taste good, too."

Maren huffed, "That's all you want, a taste?"

"Something else you had in mind, may. . ."

Sythe wasn't that heavy, but the shove that the thin human girl delivered to his torso caught him off guard with just how much it caused him to stagger back, finding himself up against the edge of the bed.

"Sit." Maren commanded.

He dutifully sat himself on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his erection now painfully obvious, standing rock hard and tall for her. He'd felt her so intimately pressing deep inside her wetness, that any attempts to hide his arousal would have been laughable. The wolf leant back, thrusting his hips upwards just a little, presenting his wolfhood to her, egging for forwards, daring her to take it.

"I'm doing this keidran-style! Just going to. . . ngh. . . I'm not holding back!" As confident as she had tried to act and sound, her voice was nervous and jittery. The rosy tint in her cheeks further betrayed her.

She spoke softly for a moment, "I never. . . never told you how cute I think you are."

Very nervous.

Maren struck a pose, canting her hips and sauntering over towards the keidran seated on the edge of the bed, making a sensual showing of rubbing her thighs past each other. She wanted it badly; her sex ached with need, heated and wet, “But now, I'm going to have you, wolfboy. You're all m-mine!"

She had been riding the line between blind, lust-fueled confidence and nervous moral panic. Lust won. Maren fell to her knees and slid forward on all fours, arching her back and thrusting her rump in the air, prowling, stalking her way towards him. Her cunt strained and ached against the fabric, her love nectar soaked through, filling the room, and Sythe's nose, with her heady, heated scent. She ground her lips, milking pleasure from it, displaying and presenting herself, showing the wolf how needy and ready she was.

“Sythe. . ." her voice was slick with desire. Her eyes burned into him, mouth curled in a sultry, seductive grin.

The human girl positioned herself between his legs, running her hands up his shins, over his knees and up his thighs, coming to rest either side of his rock hard erection, the apex of her desires, her disgraceful prize.

“Sythe. . “

The scent hit her, strong, musky and very masculine. Her face, inches from his member, slowly closed that distance, her breath now tickling over his tip. Sythe's face twisted, a shuddering groan escaping his muzzle, jaw agape.

“Sythe. . ."

Her hands moved, slipping over his pelvic bones, feeling across his nicely toned abs, rubbing inside his thighs. She squeezed her own legs together, feeling her femininity cry out, her pussy a fierce, fiery cauldron of need and desire. Wanton, shameless desire for the canine cock on offer, directly in front of her.

All for her. Every throbbing, pulsating, dripping inch of it.

Maren grasped Sythe about his base, slowly running one hand up to his tip, then back down, the keidran whimpering like a puppy at the teasing attention.

“Sythe. . ." her voice was practically a whisper, his name coming out like molten gold in a single, hot breath.

She leaned in, closing her eyes and repeating his name one last time.

“Oh gods! Sythe!"

Her hand was replaced by her tongue. She licked, agonisingly slowly, up his shaft, tracing a zig-zag pattern across his wolf flesh. Now the taste hit her, electrifying senses already straining under the heated eroticism of his scent. Her oral attentions reached his tip, her organ tracing out a few circles before she finally, and completely, gave in.

Maren sealed her lips about Sythe's tip, taking his cock into her mouth, and sunk her head down. Inch by warm, pulsating inch slipped into her, pushing over her tongue, the human inviting the invasion without pause, hungrily devouring his shaft She sucked, ran her tongue across his hard flesh, moaned about him, until her nose buried itself in his fluff.

"Mmm. . . that's. . . soooo. . . g-good. . ."

Sythe could barely talk, his mouth hung open, tongue rolling out. He looked down, his gaze locking with Maren's. She stared into him, a feisty desire burning in her eyes as she pulled up, slipping the canine cock from her mouth, a gasp escaping her lips, turning into a desperate whimper and she went down again, faster this time, sucking him in a second time. Then a third. The human, now fully committed to fellating the wolf, bobbed her head up and down, each suck and lick pushing him closer and closer, bringing him the release he so longed for. The sight alone was nearly enough to do it, the vision of this purple haired beauty servicing him, worshiping his wolfhood, throwing aside all wants and worries save the one - the single minded, overwhelming need for the most intimate connection.

"Oh my g-god. . . MAREN!"

Tears formed at the edges of her eyes, lids closing, shutting tightly. Oh how she had wanted this. Craved it. Craved and lusted after Sythe, an animal inside her awakening to claim the object of her darkest, most secret fantasies. She moaned about the wolfcock, hardly believing that she had this wondrous, throbbing shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, over her lips and tongue. Hardly believing, yet relishing the chance to bring her wolf pleasure.

Her wolf.

Maren stepped up her ministrations. She sucked and licked, lashed her tongue across his tip, tasted him, moaned to the point of practically crying, so desperate she was to experience this obscene taboo. Sythe panted, hard and heavy, his cock aching, begging for release, already spurting droplets of pre which the human girl hungrily drank up. Her hands, no longer content to simply pleasure his base, pumped up and down his shaft, as she continued to work him with her mouth; her tongue dancing a lavishing circle about his tip.

His growls deepened, and Maren could feel the tightening in his loins. He was close, every nerve in his body yearning for her to bring him release.

Her own sexual need reached fever pitch. She rubbed her thighs together, fruitlessly trying to masturbate herself as she sucked Sythe with blind, maddening drive. It was wholly insufficient. Her pussy ached, flooded wet and craving more, begging for the wild, savage ravishing that a strong, male keidran could visit upon her.

Like the one she had right here.

So clouded with lust, so utterly oblivious to all else by the demands of her libido was her mind, that Maren didn't even notice that Sythe was cumming. She tore her mouth from his cock just as the first ropes of thick, canine spunk hit her throat. Her hand, secured about his organ, continued to pump, milking the wolf for his seed, having him howl like a feral breast, gnashing his teeth in an explosion of sexual release. She climbed up, rising from between his thighs, putting one knee on the bed, then the other, coming up to straddle Sythe before pushing him roughly over onto his back. Weakened as he was from his orgasm, he relented, flopping back and watching with half closed eyes and Maren crawled up and on top of him, each leg sliding across his midriff in turn. Her heated weight pressing down, beads of sweat coating her form, as she came to rest over his face, jamming her thighs either side of his head, her crotch positioned directly above him.

Her eyes burned into his. Her alluring, feminine aroma increased ten-fold.

Sythe inhaled deeply, almost able to taste the lust that her nethers left hanging in the air.

"Take these off," she begged, snapping the waistband of her bikini. "Take them off me. . ."

He didn't need to be told twice. Or even once. His paws were already moving upward, grasping either side of her garnet and tearing it away, side straps ripping apart as it was discarded on the floor beside the bed.

"Yes. . ."

Maren ran her hand down her belly, placing a finger either side of her smoothly shaven pussy and spread herself. Her cunt glistened wet, inches from his muzzle. Wet for him, ready for him, demanding him.

All for him.

Maren's fingers moved, rubbing herself, flicking her clit while gyrating her hips, each motion bringing her steaming, dripping lips closer and closer to him.

"Look what you've done to me," she moaned. "this is for you, you know. . ."

She pressed her hips down.

". . . only for you."

Maren's searing hot, soaking wet pussy pressed into Sythe's eagerly awaiting muzzle. Aflame with unrestrained, unrelenting desire, her hands grasped his head, pushing his mouth into her nethers, rocking her hips back and forth over his face. Hungrily, he dragged his tongue through her snatch, parting her folds, sliding and writhing it across her delicious, musky flesh, tasting the divine nectar he had craved. She moaned. She screamed. She wanted to cry, to thrash about, madly face-fuck her cunt into him, milking his amazing tongue, longer and stronger by far than any she had ever had, until she collapsed into mindless, pleasurable oblivion.

Sythe seemed to have the same idea.

His senses burned, a raging inferno of insane, carnal, cunt-mad hunger. His keen canine nose was overwhelmed, his taste buds awash with her tangy essence, spurring a thirst he had never before felt The keidran growled, slashing his tongue from her hood, back down her slit and burying it greedily in her honeypot, lapping furiously, eating her as if the world would end tomorrow. He paws gasped at her thighs, caressing up.and over her hips, sliding around and grabbing at her bare naked ass.

"Please, S-sythe!" she tearfully begged, completely surrendering herself to the unrelenting sensations he was visiting upon her intimate, "I want to cum! Oh g-god I want to cum!!!"

At that moment in time; with wild, canine keidran muzzle buried deep in needy human cunt, the sole occupation of the wolf was bringing his partner to the edge of all consuming orgasm, then pushing her over. His tongue worked at her, licking ferociously and without pause at her pussy, fucking her love tunnel, assaulting her hyper sensitive clit, relishing her juices. He was in heaven, the rapturous act in which the two of them were so enthusiastically engaged beyond even the furthest fancies he could muster not half an hour prior. She was giving himself to him, willing and wholly, and he was taking her, having her, tasting and consuming her.

"SYTHE!!!"

Maren came far quicker than she had been prepared for, her crushing orgasm slamming into her, her cunt gushing and spasming into Sythe's mouth. He didn't relent, not for a second, continuing to savagely eat her out as she rode the wave of ecstasy atop him. She shuddered, convulsed, screamed and yelled his name, grabbed at his fur and humped her pussy dry, every lick driving her closer and closer to exhaustion.

Her body caught up to what her desires had demanded of her. She slid off him, trailing a damp line of her juices through his fur, and landing softly on the bed beside him.

"Hmmmm, Sythe, wolfy," she grinned, closing her eyes and cuddling up next to him, "that was. . . amazing."

"Not bad for a filthy beast, huh?"

She wrapped her arms fully around him, squeezing him gently as she felt sleep overtake her. "I think I could get used. . . to. . . keidran."

---

“It's not fair. . ."

Maren's fingertips continued to tease and play through Sythe's chest fur, alternating between fluffing it up and smoothing it back down. She traced out the lines of his well defined muscles, running her palm across the taut, toned flesh. They had taken some time to rest, though not more than an hour, and the human now found herself spooning her canine companion in his bed. The air still reeked of her juices, much to the wolf's delight.

“Huh? What's not fair?" Sythe's eyes were closed, his face one of contented bliss as he savoured the gentle attention.

“This!" she grasped at one of his pectorals, “You! Keidrans! You're all so. . . hot!"

He opened one eye. “Hot? I thought we were all rotten fleabags who. . ."

“Oh shut up!" she interrupted, giving him a playful smack across the flank, “You are and you know it! I don't think I've seen a single one of you who hasn't got a body to die for. Look!"

To emphasise her point, Maren pushed her hand down and over the wolf's abs, feeling across his stomach, dipping down and delicately brushing a fingertip across his still exposed member before returning to his chest.

“See! It's all just. . . perfect."

She pressed her face further into his shoulder, “and you're. . . really good with your tongue."

"Aw, does prim and proper Maren Taverndatter enjoy being taken by a big, dirty wolf? She wants to give her pussy to him?"

Maren pressed in harder still, hiding her embarrassment in his fur, "ugh, you keidran are all so promiscuous!"

Sythe kissed the top of her head. "But you do want it, don't you?"

"Well. . . I. . . don't make fun of me!"

"Hey, hey, relax," Sythe reassured her, "we're just having a bit of fun here, aren't we?"

"Well, yes, but. . ."

"But what?"

He had told her, as they bathed in the Oasis room, that this little tryst in which they were currently indulging themselves didn't have to mean anything. A chance to figure each other out, satisfy curiosity, and of course sample the still-taboo act of interspecies lovemaking. Those words, combined with her now-admitted attraction towards the wolf, had convinced Maren to throw caution to the wind for an evening and see just where such a rendezvous would lead.

But now, as they were beginning to explore each other's bodies, another thought, another feeling came to bear on her.

". . . but. . . you know. . ." she continued, her voice a mere whisper, ". . . I think I like you."

Sythe's pulse quickened, "you do?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

His mind shot back to a single moment, innocuous for that most part, but suddenly bearing far more import.

'You like my sister, don't you?'

It had been Karen. Bubbly, bouncy Karen who had spoken those words to him, and so naturally it had been in jest, a tease. She'd teased her older sister about it too, asking if she intended to spend time with Sythe in the Oasis room, the two of them clad only in their bathing suits. Almost a date, but not quite.

Yet, here they now were, wrapped about each other in a post orgasmic glow. Truthfully, perhaps he did like her back.

“So. . ." he pushed the notion a little further, “. . . where does that leave us?"

“Well, we're already going to have some embarrassing questions to answer," she continued to fidget with his fur, “but I was thinking we could, you know, make this a more regular thing?"

It was Sythe's turn to blush, though his fur did a good job of hiding it, “you mean you want to. . . with me? And after all this is over? When things are calm?"

She smiled, “this is nice. You're nice."

“And for now? We've got plenty of time," his paws roamed over her, caressing her, feeling her every curve, relishing how soft she was.

Maren squirmed in the wolf's grip. She had known from the instant her lips had locked around his cock that the evening was only going to end one way; on her back, legs spread, howling Sythe's name until she screamed herself mute. What little inhibition she had been able to muster simply melted away, swept aside by the wild, untamed tastes she had already sampled. The scent of her depravity lingered in the air, his essence still tingling in her mouth, salty and sweet, tempting her into further lewd and lascivious acts.

Acts which the heat in her loins, the wetness, and a yearning, unquenchable need for satisfaction, were demanding she partake in.

“Sythe," she said, trepidation fading with each word she spoke, her thighs grinding together, “I. . . want to do more. With you."

He looked down at her, squeezing gently, “more?"

“Yes," she replied, more firmly this time, “more. I want more."

Craning her neck, she locked him in a fierce, passionate kiss, her hand roaming up his neck and to the crown of his head, playing with his ears.

“I want you, dirty wolf."

“Rotten fleabag?"

A smile, “filthy beast."

With a sudden, feral growl, Sythe flung himself over and atop Maren, his paws coming to rest either side of her head.

She instinctively drew her arms to her chest, pinned in effect beneath the keidran; held down by this animal. His gaze bore down on her, eyes burning with hunger, heavy breaths washing over her, rolling across her skin. He met her mouth with his own, viciously devouring her taste, their tongues entangled and senses engrossed in the act.

“Heavens," she panted, “how is it that you taste so damn good?!"

Her arms fell away. Sythe wasted no time, driven forward by primal instincts that cared little for the difference in species. His muzzle descended upon her chest, fangs and breath dancing across her skin. He bit down, jaws closing about the bikini top, teeth slicing through the thin straps. The skimpy garment fell away, baring her pert, perfect breasts for the wolf. Already positioned, Sythe set upon Maren's mounds with his tongue, drifting across each nipple with heated breath and wet, sultry licks. He locked his lips over the sensitive flesh, giving a suck and a few further swipes. Maren arched her back, pressing forward and into her attentive partner.

"M-more, I said more!"

She spread her legs, opening her thighs and presenting her cunt to him, ready and oh so willing. The wolf pressed down, his paws finding her hands and gripping tightly, pinning her in place. His cock was already back at full mast, pulsating and dripping both pre and the saliva that Maren had lavished over its length. It was rock hard, mere inches away.

And pushing forward, getting closer.

"Do it! Fuck me!"

Maren was pleading. Begging. Her voice cried out, full of unquenchable need and sinful lust, her desire for Sythe wholly consuming her. She humped her hips upwards, desperately seeking out his tip with her pussy, trying and straining against his strength to pierce herself on him.

"Oh please, just fuck me already!"

"Maren. . ."

Sythe rolled his hips forward, pushing down on top of her, his muscles straining as human and keidran crossed that final barrier. His tip met her folds, eliciting a shuddering moan from his lips as he sunk all eight inches of his wolfcock into her depths in a single, sensuous motion. Marens walls parted, spreading open to accept his length, his entire length, coating his flesh in her slick juices. She all but screamed, her pussy clamping down as his hips met hers, her legs kicking up and locking around his back, driving him onward, wanting to bury her lupine partner as deep inside herself as she could.

"Oh mercy it's amazing. . ." Maren threw her head back, mouth agape, her moans and grasps nearly robbing her of speech.

"So tight, Maren. . ." Sythe's eyes were closed tight, his expression one of pained bliss; of a rapturous sensation, soft and wet and gloriously warm, washing over him.

"So. . . So full. . ."

A fullness she had never felt. A canine cock embedded in her, stretching her, from tip to knot. Every inch of her pussy was filled with his wolfhood, shooting thunderous bolts of pleasure through her loins.

She bucked her hips again.

Sythe responded with a growl and a thrust, grinding into her before pulling back, relishing the feeling of her tight flesh slipping over his hardness as he withdrew, all the way to his tip, leaving it to tease her slit, pressing over her sex.

The loss of that most erotic intimacy, the meeting of hot, wet flesh with hot, wet flesh, was unbearable after a time too short to notice.

And so, it was a vicious slam, and Sythe pushed himself back into her, the force of the drive enough to shove her a few inches up the bed. His voice now growls and barks, and his muzzle a toothy snarl, the wolf set about mating with Maren Taverndatter with all the endless, wanton need of a feral, starved dog. He slammed his hips forward, driving his cock over and over into her cunt, biting down on her neck. He howled. She screamed and moaned, thrashed under him and cried his name, over and over and over.

"Fuck me, Sythe! Fuck me. Oh gods. . . pound my cunt! FUCK ME, WOLFBOY! FUCK YOUR BITCH!"

His tongue fell for his maw, eyes rolling back in his skull and he continued to ram his shaft into her, every movement just that little harder than the last, that little bit faster. His torso heaved over her, the wolf's extra height allowing him to leer over the human girl, with her face buried into his chest fluff. There was nothing for either of them to do, save for total surrender to carnal desire. Fucking madly and without pause, without thought or concern, they lavished each other with the most searingly intense passion they had felt. No force in the heavens nor the lands beneath could have broken their erotic union.

Maren pried her hands free, bringing Sythe down upon her. A kiss was waiting for him, a devouring ravishment, an intertwining of tongue and taste, their intimate connection pushing their lovemaking to the very brink, and then beyond.

"Keep going, Wolfboy!" Maren didn't care who could hear, and unless the walls were three feet of solid stone, someone certainly would.

If not the sound, then the unmistakable scent of sex would give them away.

"Fuck me!"

"You're so good, Maren! F-fuck!"

"FUCK ME!"

"Oh gods! OH GODS!"

"Cum in me!"

It was wet and obscene, the sound of his hips, fur damp with her feminine juices, slapping and pounding into hers. The slick sound of his shaft entering her intensified, her nethers parting to accept his girth. Each thrust hit her spot, and each thrust got a gasp or a moan from her, when she wasn't begging or crying out his name.

Maren bit her lip, "Sythe, oh please. . . I want you, I WANT MY WOLF!"

Sythe couldn't respond. His eyes were shut tight, jaw clenched with fangs showing. His hips were a blur. With his tail waving in the air above him, he was single minded in his desire to fuck Maren senseless.

"Fuck, S-sythe. . . you're going. . . to m-make me. . ."

He reached his paws under her, running his paws across her skin and all but crushing her into his chest as his shaft continued to violate her cunt.

"MAREN!"

Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his fur, tugging at him, her body thrashing with more pleasure than she was able to handle.

"Oh heavens, Sythe. . . I'm. . ."

Her pussy burned, her mind fogged over. Sythe continued to thrust into her.

"I'M CU. . ."

He growled, deep and throaty, and pushed his knot inside her.

Her scream of pleasure would wake the heavens. For the most fleeting moment, she registered the fact that her love tunnel was accepting an a anatomy it was never supposed to. Wolf keidran knot rammed itself inside her cunt, electrifying every last part of her nethers. Her clit throbbed, her g-spot spasmed and her walls concluded with a raw, untamed pleasure she has never thought possible. Maren's orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. It rolled over her, paralyzing her, thunderous rapture and bliss consuming her. She could only scream Sythe's name, scream the name of the feral beast who had taken her. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to be doing this. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying it more than anything. But she was. She loved it. Loved the wolf flesh inside her, loved his heated form holding her down, pressing into her, keeping her there. The growls, the pants and gasps, the moans and howls. All of it.

". . . Sythe."

His own climax was inevitable, but it had been Maren's gushing pussy, courtesy of her own orgasm wracking her body with unending delight, that had tipped him into the chasm of ecstasy. Her juices flowed over his cock, hot and musky, bathing his organ as her walls continued to massage him, her cunt milking him for every drop of his essence. He finally blew. Lupine seed shot from his tip, mixing with her own nectar and filling her. He bucked and humped, his motions joining her own as he rode out the intense, writhing, crashing sensation, overriding all else.

"M-maren. . . oh gods. . ."

Bodies seized together, human and keidran embraced, spending that moment in each other's arms. Sythe's eyes opened, and he gazed into Maren's purple orbs. Her face was one of goofy satisfaction, of utter contentment; a pure and happy smile spread across her attractive features. Resting now, Sythe's length still inside her, she reached up with her hand and rubbed the fur of his cheek.

"Hmmmm, fuzzy. . ."

He finally managed to return the affection, his physical faculties returning to him as the fires of their simultaneous climax subsided.

"Not so bad for a rotten fleabag, huh?"

She gave him a quick kiss, "I could certainly get used to it."

Sythe moved, shuffling backwards and off his lover. Maren's hands dashed downwards, grasping him firmly by his furred rump, her hips slowly grinding into his.

"Don't," she said softly, her eyes pleading, "leave it in. Let's just stay like this for a while."

He gave a quick lick across her cheek, his efforts rewarding him with a cute giggle.

"You're going to keep me hard, you know? You just feel. . ." he returned her movements with his own, rolling his hips, feeling her cunt wrap itself about his cock once more, still wet and ready.

He settled down, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss.

". . . so good."