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Crossing Boundaries

Part Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

The remaining weeks passed, taking the two of them closer and closer to the time where they would have to travel to the country where the major arcane university, to which he had been accepted, was located. The days passed in study and teaching, Kael learning as much about dog culture and what made them tick as she did about humans, how best to serve and all that she could have ever wanted to know. It was a small thing to do in the grand scheme of things happening in the world but it brought them closer together, much as things in the bedroom did when the curtains were drawn and the lights were down.

Casting a softer light on the bed from the lantern that he had lit to better diffuse the light, Kael suppressed a moan as he powered up into her. She rode him with her back to him, leaning on his thighs for support, pussy delving down over his shaft again and again. They'd tried all kinds of positions, spooning, riding, missionary, revelling in it all, but some they'd had to come back to again with the pleasure they brought forth. The reverse position, his back and head propped up comfortably on his plush pillows, allowed him to get the best view of her backside too, which was nicely muscled still with just the right layer of fat over it to still render her womanly. He groaned, digging his fingers into her delicious arse. What more, sincerely, could any man possibly ask for?

They did not use condoms, ascertaining that there was no way for their species to breed. After all, they had never heard of it happening before so there was no likelihood, if the rumour mill had not even spread it forth, that such a thing could occur. Neither was there anything in the scientific texts that he had researched and those had been more difficult to dig into as his parents, of course, had been expecting him to purchase and take all texts on magic out of the local archives and museums where he was permitted to study them too. Science? That was not something that was expected of him and discretion was required to remain undetected.

She sucked his cock nightly, however, making it a nightly ritual for the two of them when they relaxed into the bedchamber. It seemed to calm and relax Giselle as well as him and Kael found himself longing for the evening when the day dragged, his study boring him when he knew that there was still so much better yet to come at the university that was his goal. She changed his perspective on that, showing him that there were some things too to enjoy. Dogs, less than surprisingly, were so much better at that than humans were.

Their pleasures were taken sweetly, softly, yet they eventually had to get on the road, travel underfoot as his parents hugged him goodbye.

Their travel was as uneventful as it could be, though the scenery was worth adoring, mountains rising as the transporter carried them – something from the anthro lands that was powered by magic. In that sense, it appeared a little more vintage than architecture and designs in the human world, though he could not help but, of course, be impressed by how it floated, whirling along so quickly with magic to power it that it was a wonder that human psychic abilities had ever been able to conquer magic. Maybe there was more to that, however, than he had learned in his texts and his schooling to date.

Time would tell.

The university, however, was a grand, foreboding building set near the coast – so close, in fact, that the salt air constantly seemed to cling to the grounds. Thick heather and salt-resilient plants covered the grounds, thicker in some patches with gorse, though the guide that welcomed him to the university, covertly so that he did not attract too much attention all at once, had assured him that it was burned back from time to time.

“It's good to have you here, Kael, but please rest assured that you will be treated like any other student here. Everything is accessible and you will be able to dine with everyone you please, go wherever the other students do – we do not segregate by species here and humans, most certainly, will be no different."

It struck him as strange how they were deliberate about that, considering how humans segregated themselves from anthros quietly and with an almost aloof air. He'd thought that anthros would be the same, living in species groups, but that was not the case, though their countries, as the anthro stoat explained, had a variation of democracies and other manners of setting up the political side of life. Other ways, however, were so foreign and strange to Kael that all he could do was nod along polite, his face carefully blank and neutral. He knew, at least, to keep his expression as it was, though what he was really doing was wracking his brain for anything at all that could point him back towards what the stoat's name was. He was so sure that the guide there introducing him had introduced himself!

Giselle sidled up, putting her muzzle close to his ear.

“Neeson," Giselle whispered to him. “He said his name was Neeson."

Kael did not think that he was going to be able to remember that with so much catching his attention, everything at the university seeming so strange and foreign to a man who had not travelled very far in his life. In that way, it was just as well that he had Giselle there to help him along his way, remembering names for him and taking the campus map. Such things were foreign to him, a man who had studied some things and practised others while, perhaps, some more practical skills had fallen by the wayside. That in itself, while a shame, was one way in which she could assist.

Other anthros there eyed her suspiciously. There were no others there, except for one or two of the elite with their noses shoved permanently in the air, that had servants with them. Even then, their servants were housed in quarters with those that worked at the campus and wanted to live on-site, given time off and separate housing, something to separate them from the students. It would have been more normal for Kael to sleep in a dorm that was shared with at least one other student, depending on how they were put together, but, of course, his father had seen to it that such a thing would not come to be for him. He was shown to his room to get himself settled in the accommodation block but it was a room that kept him apart from others even with a little kitchenette where he could make meals if he did not want to eat with everyone else. Maybe it had been for important guests at some point – but that had ended up being him.

It was comfortable, at least, though he did not yet know just how things were going to go with the other anthros. He had seen how their eyes had lingered and it was not as if anyone had come up to speak to him, but was that simply normal for someone being shown around the university by a guide? It could well have been, even if he did not know it, knowing that he had no experience of things beforehand.

He sighed.

“Oh, goodness... This is all so different."

“But, sir, I didn't think you wanted everything to be the same?"

She sat at his side, rubbing his shoulder, though it was a comfortable position for the two of them to be in after spending so much time together. Maybe they should have been more careful than they were to keep the distance between them in public but he could only hope that the anthros there accepted that it was the relationship they had as assistant and student, as had been presented, and nothing more than that. He was as much a stranger to them as they were to him and they would only know what of his culture and his norms that he showed them.

“They will become used to you soon, sir, I would not worry about that. But perhaps there is something that I may be able to do to take your mind off it?"

He laughed shortly, brushing his fingers back through his hair, which had been neatly trimmed before leaving his home.

“There's only one thing on your mind sometimes..."

Although Kael laughed, he admired her servitude, the devotion in her gaze, all of which pulled at something in his chest. That would only, however, be something that he could pay attention to later when he had more time to explore the increasingly complex feelings around his relationship with Giselle. It didn't all have to be sorted in a day or even a week with no requirement at all to have everything in place instantly.

Thus it was that he laid back on his bed and allowed her to pull down his trousers, his belt clacking lightly as it rattled loose, the buckle noisier than he would have liked. For a moment, Kael's head lifted, eyeing up the door as if he expected someone to burst in on them with no notice, yet he didn't have much of a chance to say anything about that. Her lips pulled gently at his cock, closing around the head, and he groaned out loud, shifting his weight as he stretched back.

I'll just make sure it's locked next time...

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For no one there, surely would disturb them there? There was a window but the curtains were mostly drawn, a slice of daylight cast across the room and a section of the wide single bed that he had been supplied with. It was not the lodgings that he was used to in the luxury and grandeur – and everything there seemed powered with magic rather than the blend of forward thinking and such that he was used to – but it would have to do. Giselle was the constant for him, his grounding force in a world as yet unknown to him, her muzzle sliding down over his shaft to take it deep.

But it was more important than ever that they were quiet there, not alerting anyone else to what was going on as she slowly and lovingly took her time in pleasuring him. Her long, flexible tongue wrapped around his cock when she pulled back and he didn't even need to guide her anymore, which was a shame sometimes. He wanted to be the more experienced party, something in him tugging towards guiding and ordering, yet that was still very much not the nature of their relationship.

She moaned around him. Kael grunted in turn, clamping his mouth shut. There was still so much yet to be learned.

It didn't have to be thought about, however, panting heavily, adoring just how her lips pulled along the flesh of his rod, suckling on the tip. Her lips had become more dextrous and skilled at giving head after servicing him so many times and if he'd ever had any question about whether she enjoyed it or not her wagging tail more than gave it away. Giselle initiated pleasing him more than he asked for the service and he was more than sure that it was all done of her own free will. Forcing the issue... He shuddered, gripping and dragging at the bed sheets, pleasure mounting. No, that wasn't something he would have ever considered, least of all wanted to do.

She moaned around his length, taking him deeper, bobbing her head and using the full span of her muzzle to please him. Even tilting her head a little bit back and forth allowed her to vary the stimulation she gave him, drawing her muzzle back off his cock to flicker her tongue against the tip, teasing his overly sensitive flesh and swirling it around and around deliciously.

“Unff... Oh, lords..."

Giselle giggled, tail wagging. He loved that: she knew he did. Yet there was still more she could do for him.

Kael fought not to cry out while she lashed his sensitive balls with the flat of her tongue, a long, gentle lap that toyed with them just the right amount. Before her, he'd never really thought of his nuts as anything other than something, of course, to be protected, though she had opened his eyes to the pleasure that could be contained in there. He whimpered through closed lips, her nose pressing coolly into his sack, delighting in a moment that was theirs to take and enjoy.

Just the two of them. Would that continue? Kael could not have said and neither did he have any way to know, whimpering softly, turning his head back and forth, though he had not lain across the bed in such a way that his head was up by the pillows. That was all fine though as the sheets were comfortable enough as she luxuriously lapped up the full length of his shaft, enjoying the taste of him as much as he enjoyed the flicker of her tongue.

Delights had to come to sweet fruition in the end, however, her muzzle devouring him hungrily once more as he gripped her head feverishly and shoved her face down. Ropes of cream spurted into her muzzle, he thought stronger than he had been able to deliver when they had first started enjoying each other's bodies. That was up to interpretation, however, and not something that the mind either needed to linger on or worry about in the slightest.

Giselle groaned and lapped off her muzzle as she enjoyed the lingering aftertaste of him. If she did not rinse her mouth out immediately, the taste and flavour of him would last for hours, though that was not something that she could see at all as a bad thing, even then.

“Mmm... Is that better?"

She gazed up at him imploringly, on her knees while his legs hung over the edge of the bed, trousers tangled somewhere between his ankles. Dimly, Kael was aware that he had never even taken his boots off, though they were the more comfortable ones better-suited to travelling than traipsing around the university. With a horrible twist in his gut, he realised that he hadn't even stopped to take note of what others were wearing. Would he be able to order more clothes so that he fit in?

“Come on."

He sat up, a smile on his face and resolution in his soul, despite his itching sense of worry.

“Let's get out there and see what's happening at this place! Classes don't start for a few days, so that leaves us some time to become accustomed to the university and the grounds at least. Don't you agree?"

One of the things that he liked so much about Giselle was that he was sure that she would tell him if she didn't agree, though that had come with difficulty at first. She was not just a dog to him but someone who was more equal, though the difference in their species still was very much something that could not be denied. It would forever remain between them but only time would tell just how that panned out.

They explored the university together, Giselle taking charge of the map while he told her just where it was that he wanted to go. He realised, from the outside, that the dwelling that he had been housed in was attached to the main dormitory building but was actually set aside like an add-on to the building. Whereas it seemed to be something of a cottage-type building with a thatched room that didn't quite match, it did give him a sense of separation from the rest of the university and he was glad, at least, that he would be able to still spend time with Giselle there. Their privacy, of course, was of his utmost concern.

“Why don't you talk to her? She seems nice."

Giselle pointed out a horse anthro who seemed a little lost herself, head turning back and forth, though not as much as her petal-shaped ears. Kael swallowed hard.

“How do you know that?"

“I can smell it."

Well, that was not something that he could argue with as Giselle gave him a gentle nudge and a winning smile.

“You have to talk to them at some point! They're going to be your classmates."

So, he tried. The horse anthro snorted and shuffled back as he approached, her ears giving more away than her expression, a little wrinkle in the lines of her muzzle around her nostrils and her lips betraying tension.

Kael smiled minutely, holding out his hand. Was that alright?

“Hi, I'm Kael. I'm starting my studies here this year. Are you a new student too?"

“Yes..." She spoke hesitantly, toying with a piece of her mane and reaching for his hand, though she barely shook it before dropping it again as if there was something there that burned her. “I am. Who are..."

She eyed up Giselle and Kael swept his arm out, the horse snorting and half-stepping back, every muscle quivering as if she was poised for flight at a moment's notice.

“This is Giselle, my...assistant." It took him a moment to think of the correct word that he should use for the German Shepherd over there. “My parents didn't want me coming alone."

That sounded silly as soon as he had said that. What grown man mentioned his parents in such a manner? It was juvenile, even though he was clearly an adult, and the conversation, what little of it there had been, fizzled out after that. They made their excuses to one another and Kale was left standing lost with Giselle while the mare near enough trotted away in her haste to leave.

Giselle pressed her lips together, her eyes a little harder.

“She didn't introduce herself."

Kael shook his head.

“It's as you said... They will have to get used to me in time, one way or the other. We're all here together, studying, eating, resting, living together... Things will change sooner or later."

The thing was that he wasn't sure at all just how long that would take or if it would take at all.

He only had to try.

So, he did. The first day passed in a blur of working out where most of the things at the university were, though he was not sure at all just how he was going to find all of the classes that he needed to get to. Everything was a maze, the grand building confusing in its layout, despite the map that he had been given.

“Excuse me," he said, stopping a mink with his hand outstretched, smiling what he hoped was his most winning smile. “Do you know where the sports area is held?"

She looked him up and down, trying not to close the distance between them.

“Erm... Sports?"

He studied his map.

“The activity centre? Is that what they call it?"

Her nose wrinkled and she shuffled away without even answering the question, any mutterings that she had made not even anywhere near answering the question he had had.

“Did I say it wrong?" He asked of Giselle, lips pursed. “Isn't it going to be something like the training facilities, something for exercise?"

“I think most anthros might just exercise more naturally than humans do. It's built into their routines here, not travelling by floating as you do. That might be one of the things that is holding you back."

Kael flushed.

“Oh!"

Of course, his feet had been barely brushing the floor, trying to be inconspicuous but not doing enough as he should have been blending in a little more. He already stood out as a human and he didn't need to draw more attention to himself than that.

Walking normally, however, did not help as much as he wanted it to. He tried talking to an owl, a deer, a ram, a cat and more – but only got one name and that was from the cat, a striped tabby called Celine. She had not stayed to talk to him for very long, her innate curiosity prevailing there. They'd had jokes about four-legged, “feral" felines that were distinctly different to anthros but Kael was not sure how appropriate (or not) it would be to apply something like that to an anthro.

However, there was something more amiss there that Kael should have paid attention to. The curtains to his quarters did not close all the way but he did not think that it would be a problem. Humans did not wander around the grounds of their homes when it was dark unless they were doing something that they were not supposed to be doing and, well, the same went for anthros. The difference there was that many of the anthros had much better night-vision than he had even without the use of magic to enhance parts of themselves like that.

One, in particular, liked to go around where she could not be seen, a lone wolf, so to speak. Celine was a grey wolf with slashes of white through her fur that were only usually visible when fingers were brushed through her fur, parting it and allowing one to see the undercoat, but she did not usually allow anyone that close as to see that. She liked to keep herself to herself, watching and waiting as if something more for her lurked just beyond her line of sight.

Threat? Fear? Oh, she knew all about that. She knew too much about that from being the daughter of one of the refugees who had fled the war into less hostile anthro territories. Her mother bore a scar down her arm from the weapons of the humans but had always refused to tell Celine just how she had come by it. Terrible story after story, where they did not involve her mother, had been told to her growing up: always as a warning against humans.

And yet her fascination grew in such a way that she did not know how to control it, pouring over texts where there was nowhere near enough to satisfy her curiosity. With cloth pressing lightly around her body, allowing her full range of movement and flexibility as she stalked the night, Celine approached his abode slowly, placing each hind paw down tentatively so that no twigs cracked and no leaves rustled. She was one with the night, her eyes reflecting the light.

She had to see him, had to get closer, had to know if there was something more to humans than what she had been told. Of course, she suspected that was such as she'd only ever received a very one-sided account of things back in the war and things had been different in those days: it was war. But the humans occupied her homeland and there seemed to be nothing that could lead her back there, no matter how hard she tried to see if there were any avenues for anthros to work there, to be there in any way, shape or form.

If she made friends with the human...maybe she could learn more. But about just what she wanted specifically to learn about, not even Celine could answer that question.

The curtain was cracked, allowing a line of light out, which Celine avoided. And yet it allowed her to see inside too easily, the bodies within moving as if they were fighting – training? That was strange, very strange – and then she caught a glimpse of the dog's bare back, the one that she had heard was named Giselle.

She stuttered away, into the night, hind paws flying before her mind caught up with instinct. She could not have seen what she had seen, bodies moving in that way, heart pounding, skin crawling, something darker curling up inside with a throbbing need.

Celine had seen what she had seen... But she needed to know too.

Discretion played better into her hands than being upfront about what she had seen. Although it turned out that Celine did not need to be so sly when it came to the fact that she was trying to find out more. If she had not been so shocked, shocked into startling flight rather than curiosity, she would have crept up to the window and watched more for herself: but a lone wolf could know all too well just how vulnerable they were if they did not look out for themselves.

Celine looked out for herself. Standing before his door, her paw raised to know, the groan that rose from within could only be one thing. Her fur stood on end, hackles raising, a low growl striving to pull and tug at her lips. She did not yet understand the strange stirring of feelings inside her but that was not the time to dig into that side.

“Yes..."

It was faint but she heard it, their whimpers and whispers to each other. Celine shivered. Was that right? Was it wrong? With no humans in their land, they had no way to know, no context to draw from in any way at all.

She had to know more, but she could not lurk outside their door forever.

She knew the curtain would be open again, skulking through the night with great caution. Dogs were not a part of the anthro lands but she anticipated that their hearing and sense of smell, of course, would be better than that of a human even if not as good as hers. She might not see what she wanted to that night but she would be able to come back time after time again, all to see what more was going on there.

No sounds slipped beyond the window that she could discern in any way, but what Celine saw was not to be denied. She crouched, her eyes narrowed so that less light would reflect from them, her ears slanted back against her head. She had to know what it was as the human laid the dog back on the bed, her legs lifting, wrapping around his waist... Celine swallowed. What was she thinking again? It was so easy for her mind to drift, seeing that, wondering at what was going on there, regardless of whether it was something that should have been happening or not. She stared as the curves and lines of their bodies pushed and arched, bowing as if they already knew their bodies so very well that they moved together in perfect harmony.

The wolf licked her lips. She'd never had that before, not with anyone else...though she thought too that she was younger, perhaps, than the human and the dog. The patterns of the canine were almost wild in their slashes and sharp presentation but the lolling tongue was more dog-like than wolf-like, setting Celine apart from her in her refined air. There was something nobler about being a wolf and yet she wanted to be in the dog's position, believing what she was seeing as the canine's head fell back in carnal bliss. It was such a joy that she could not hold it back or in, from what Celine could see, her thighs pressed together as she watched, not quite wanting to admit to what she was seeing.

Inside the bedroom, the couple did not know at all what was going on outside. All they knew was one another, Kael grunting thickly in the back of his throat as he powered into her, thrust after thrust filling the canine's pussy. Her cunny closed around him lightly, tense and yet allowing him to pound into her, as hot and as wet as she had felt the very first time they'd come together. Her breasts rolled and bounced with every swing of his hips, on his knees on the bed and bowing down over her, his thighs pushing down close to her as she lifted herself up to him. Her legs tightened around him, a heel digging into a butt cheek, but that was not even something there that he could focus on, head spinning with desire.

Kael ached to cum, despite how he wanted to make it last, moaning out loud, knowing that he had to push past everything simply to not let his lust get the better of him. He didn't want to be too loud and yet Giselle made that so very difficult for him, how she dug her claws into his shoulders and dragged them down his back. They raked, leaving red lines down his vulnerable skin, and yet he loved it all the more, a deep, guttural groan leaving his lips as he spent himself inside her.

She had not yet climaxed but her servitude was what Giselle had focused on the most in that moment. Her tail wagged and she whimpered for him, relaxing beside him, massaging his back and shoulders, making sure that every last one of his needs were taken care of. It felt good to her to make sure that he felt good, simple doggy needs always coming to the forefront of her mind whenever it was that her training was in question. Instinct and what made her a dog would always win out but it was the fact that those played into loyalty and simply being in service that made dogs like Giselle as good at what they did as they were.

Still, her master had needs and she would fulfil them, his virility returning as Kael showed off his stamina with another hard length of shaft for her to please. That time, he slipped into her on their sides, her back pressed to his chest, taking her slowly and gently from behind, all so that he could enjoy the moment more. It was a position too in which Giselle could not do very much, her paw instead dropping between her legs.

Her ears twitched. Was that something outside? No, she simply was not used to the sounds around their new room as yet. Her training was there but there were few creatures in the entire world that could focus on sexual pleasure and their duties at the same time, her guard slipping, not aware at all that her every move was being watched. It was just too hard to worry about anything else as his cock pushed into her again and again, the slow grind of his hips against her arse hypnotising. Letting her head tip back and twist, she moaned and pressed in even closer, humping back at him with a little bit of an arch in her back, tail lifted. She gave her human partner no restrictions at all when it came to her body, allowing him to more than take his leave of her in any way that he pleased.

Maybe she would not have done it if it did not feel so good, if it did not feel so right. But all was exactly as she wanted it, a moan on her lips, tail wagging, brushing against his bare stomach, the light muscling that had slowly developed there. Sometimes, she wondered if that had been something he had done for her.

Her fingers brought herself off as her pussy tightened around him, a whimper on her lips. Still, she had to quell it, had to quiet herself as he moaned into her shoulder, burying his lust as he pushed harder into her, the rough, savage grinds of his hips heady in their desperation. Whether an orgasm was allowed then or not, the need for it only came through with passion, a gnawing pull that could not be denied in any way at all.

His cream filled her again, adding to the load already left there earlier, Kael shuddering and hiding his face in her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her to take her breasts in his hands. One was too much for each but he did what he could regardless, brushing her nipples with her fingers as she shivered.

“Oooh... Kael, that feels so good."

Neither of them knew that they had been discovered with a magical light growing dimmer and dimmer in the room, softening as they slipped off into slumber. Sleep claimed them, moment by moment, his shaft soft inside her, though everything was as it was meant to be. No more did they have to worry about being caught by his parents but they had failed to realise that others had more interest in them together.

The wolf slipped away, shivering in the afterglow of something that had not come through entirely for her and yet had been enough to stoke the fire of her own need. Celine could not have said quite what she'd seen then, why it had left her feeling so hot and tingling, as if her skin was prickling and shifting without either her will or consent.

Why had they done that? She wanted to see more of his pale skin, how the muscles were more defined through it than those that wore fur on their bodies. Fur softened the appearance of muscles and yet everything was laid bare on the human, hair constrained to parts of his body. Even the hair that he had was weak and thin, except on his head, and she couldn't understand that.

Celine cursed herself, lying in bed in her shared room later that night. Her roommate, of course, had woken up when she'd come in but she'd not said anything about the late hour that Celine had, once again, returned during. Maybe she thought it was business that she would rather not be involved in and Celine did not blame anyone for wanting to keep a low profile, particularly when the stakes at the magic academy were so high.

Studying. That was what they were there for. Only some of them were keener on it than others, some merely there for the experience. Celine had thought that her focus was absolute but, as her hand crept between her legs, she knew that, even then, her concentration was slipping.

Did they love each other?

The thought popped into her head entirely unbidden, seeing how the dog's hips rocked back, how her thighs closed around him, all over again. It played out before her as if she was watching it all over again, a groan on her lips, though she could not unleash it. It was not to be had, her own secrecy required in such a moment, shifting over onto her side. It didn't help that that made her thighs squeeze together all the more when she had not had a chance to slip into the shower before returning to bed.

Breathe...

_ _

But it was not that easy, wanting to know more of the man in and out of the bedroom, a whimper closing up in the back of her throat. The desire there could not be restricted or restrained so easily, no matter how badly she may have wanted to do so, fingers creeping down to a part of her body that she did not know how to relieve. She had seen the dog do it, however, and copying was one of many things that an anthro could do to learn. Celine supposed that humans could do it too, though that was something still that remained to be seen.

She tried, she really did, but there was no way to keep trying to give herself that kind of relief in the dark of her room with her roommate sleeping in the bed that was pressed up against the opposite wall. No, that would have to wait for another time.

And in the meantime...the human would draw her in all the more.

Kael.

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She would know him.

*

Regardless of the changes in their life, Kael managed to talk to more of the anthros, gleaning further snippets of conversation where he pushed the issue, boldly pressing on wherever he felt well and able to. Some warmed up to him a little more and he met Caleb the bull, even though the man felt more than a little intimidated before those horns. One could not help that when there was such a weapon right there before them to be a little on edge.

Kael wondered. Was that why the anthros were on edge around him? Were the memories of the war still lingering on in their generations? For all that he knew, it had been the anthros from the land, which he was living in with his parents, that had invaded the human isles where they had been living peacefully. The invasion had not been instigated by the humans but a retaliation of sorts, though no one could have said quite why.

He frowned. Maybe that was something, now that he was over there, that he could look into more stringently.

Still, he had the best dog in the world to act as his servant and assistant in all that he did, pausing the final night to take his time with Giselle before classes begun. After that, he would need to focus on studying, though he was sure there was some more fun to be had perhaps sitting at his desk with Giselle slowly sucking on his shaft.

It was lewd and it was cruder than he had ever thought he would have the capacity to be, grunting softly, sitting in the chair of his room (just the one permitted to him) with Giselle in his lap. She rode him slowly, thighs wrapped around his, moaning out loud as her head fell back. Her breasts were right there in his face to be adored and Kael even suckled on each of her nipples in turn, flicking them with his tongue. The rise of her hips was so slow and sensual that he had plenty of time to adore and enjoy her body exactly as he pleased, moaning into her breasts, fingers trailing down her sides, groping her buttocks.

Oh, there was so much of her to lavish attention on, yet her attitude was always one of being eager to please. Variety was the spice of life but his head reeled with lust as her pussy twitched around him, those muscles out of her control beyond a quick squeeze and clench of her sex. Some things could be tightened but she was not all that skilled, learning as she went, all so she could better please the one that she served day in and day out.

He knew that she did so much for him and grunted against her, letting her rise and fall more urgently, his hips working up to meet her. His trousers were neatly folded on the bed, by Giselle, of course, and they were both nude from head to toe, Giselle struggling not to pant heavily. She noticed the crack in the curtain but there was no mental note made right then and there to close it later, finding the problem and dismissing it instantly. Whereas she would have done anything at all to protect and serve her master, she could not fulfil all of her duties at once when she had added “sexual satisfaction" to the list for herself to take care of.

Maybe that was a problem, maybe it was not. That was still something, very much, that remained to be seen.

They could relax though, the biggest first step in Kael's life taken as they came together again and again. He filled her once in that position, cream dribbling out around the length of his shaft even while it remained plunged into her, lips nuzzling into and caressing her breasts. Giselle trembled against him and he leaned into her with even greater need than ever, moaning out loud, his cries muffled the best he could with the softness of her fur. It was needed, so very much, even though he knew that he should have been quieter still, but there was something about the canine that made him want to be loud, to forget about everything at all that may have held him back from doing just what he wanted with her.

They tried other positions too, all with him lasting longer the second time around after climaxing once already. That was a good thing, a very good thing, for experimentation, Giselle panting as she sat on the edge of the bed with him standing before her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands braced on the bed to support herself and yet the canine did not even notice the ache in her shoulders as she tried to rock into him, his length sinking home to hit all the right spots.

Kael stifled a groan through her climax, her cunny rippling and tensing around him, though it was an erratic feeling at best, as delightful as it was. There was no control to be had there and, in some strange way, that was the beauty of it too – letting go of the control that he had experienced all of his life.

“Mmm..."

His time at the university was only beginning, his strange, confusing relationship with Giselle in full swing. Everything was changing but all in a way that took them lovingly along with it, active players and passive players in the acting out of their destiny, strangely both at the same time.

With his shaft buried in her, not everything had to be clean and simple. He could learn more even then, letting things be as they were supposed to be.

As Giselle cried out his name, her eyes locked onto something behind his shoulder and slid away again, slipping into orgasm as if she was meant to be there, leaning into it as she pulled around him. He couldn't hold himself back anymore, tipping forward over her onto the bed and thrusting harder and faster, aching for more, slamming into her while her orgasm was rife, desperation coursing through.

“Mmm... Ah... Master, make it last."

It was for him that she told him to take it easy, to let things be, and he growled like a wild beast even as he pulled the hard length of his shaft from her snatch. They changed positions to doggy style, something coarser and rougher, her breasts swinging lightly under her body while the weight of their fullness pulled them down. The slap of his hips on her arse filled the room while they held back their grunts and groans, able to thrust harder than ever, all for the sake of their mutual benefit.

Yet it was harder than before to not cry out as he filled her, unsure whether Giselle had reached her high too, though they both had everything they needed as her tail wagged against his stomach. She whimpered to him how good he was to her, that she would never want to ever serve any other master than him, that she wanted to do more for him... Everything she possibly could do or be for him was laid out before her, brazenly bare and luscious. He could not have found someone better even as he collapsed over her, groaning lightly into the back of her neck, kissing and nuzzling, trying to tell her without words just what she meant to him.

It was a moment that they needed, the softness in the afterglow, her sex slick with his seed and her juices, everything combined in a delicious cocktail of lust.

Still, they didn't know that their secret was out. They could not know that things had slipped but, soon, they would.

And the virgin wolf had something in mind to ask of the human to keep their secret still something of the sort.