Aurora
(adults only please)
Aurora
By Isil
Calm winds blew across the icy fields of Alaska. Winter had just hit a few days before, and the green grass had been frozen and crystallized under a thin layer of snow and ice, still sticking out in places like tiny bits of green emerald. Flowers had also survived being blown away in some places, remaining behind like rubies and sapphires, frozen by the cold breath of the coming season. In combination, these plants made the ground seem surreal, like a diamond sea speckled with other precious gems.
A single white wolf walked this distance, trotting lazily across the frozen splendor. He was wearing only a light black cape, and his shoes had been abandoned upon leaving his den--there was no reason to wear them, after all. His paw pads were thick enough to withstand the cold. He drew the cape closer about his shoulders with his large, padded hands, and walked onward as the cold intensified.
His long tail brushing along the ice, and his black nose sniffing the air, his amber eyes looked around in the moonlight, gem-filled world that surrounded him. He seemed almost translucent in the soft glow of the bluish night light that engulfed him, the moon a perfect backdrop to this perfect world. His neck fur ruffled in the wind and he still pressed forward.
He was on his way to the nearest town, which was a good two or three mile walk off from where he was at present. As he considered the wind, which was beginning to pick up, and the cold, which was getting stronger by the minute, he realized that he would have to stop for the night. The problem was, where? There weren't exactly tons of houses in the barren ice fields of Alaska. He kept on, keeping an eye out for somewhere to stay and hoping that he would make it in time.
Just as the cool winds were beginning to turn into a blizzard, obscuring his view and making it hard to walk, he noticed a small house in the distance. He dropped to all fours and tied his cape, running forward with all his might. It was a race against the clock and Mother Nature, but he finally made it after ten minutes of grueling work. He panted, his saliva frozen on his tongue. He knocked as lightly as he could on the door, hoping for hospitality.
The door opened with a bang, making him shrink back and pull his ears flat to his head. Then he realized someone was ushering him in, and that the bang had been produced from the pressure of the wind on the door rather than the anger of the person opening it.
It was an arctic fox. She was distinctly female; this he could smell from the sweat that her heavy overcoat was causing her to produce, even in the cold. She was beautiful, he could see. She had long, silvery hair, a perfect figure, but not so skinny that it was scary, large, fluffy ears, a smooth snout, dainty but strong paws, and yellow eyes that were warm and made it apparent that she was caring and loving, but still a little mischievous. He stuttered for a moment, trying to get in some words through his frost, but she shushed him and moved him towards the fire.
There were two other visitors, a male polar bear and a female wolf, and they were chatting and getting along splendidly. When he sat down beside him, they treated him like family, and he was soon laughing and talking as well, even through the remaining slight chatter of his teeth.
"Where you from?" the polar bear asked him, taking a sip of the beer he was holding.
"Just north of here, right around the river. It was pretty quiet around here up until I left." He said, taking a cup of tea that the female wolf had passed him. "It was a beautiful night up until just a moment ago, I swear. Mother Nature must be angry this night."
"And why would you think so?" an alluring voice said from behind the gathering, making the male wolf's hair bristle. They all turned in unison, looking up at the female canid that had taken them in.
"Well," the wolf said, playing it cool, "I like to think of her angry fits of snow as reminders of the horror that she can cause us, which ironically reminds us of the beauty she can give us."
"Is that so?" the vulpine said, sitting down on the couch behind them and taking a sip of beer. "Well, in any case, she has brought you all to my home tonight. I think I would like names, at least, to add to these faces."
They all nodded. The polar bear spoke up first. "Jonathan."
Then the female wolf. "Veronica."
Then the wolf. "Damien," he said huskily.
"My name is Celestia. Welcome to my home." The hostess said, putting her feet up on the arm of the sofa. "Feel free to stay here until the storm calms down. I'm sort of a midway point between the housing and the towns, so I get that a lot, you know? Anyway, there are three bedrooms, so someone will have to sleep on the couch. But I suppose you won't mind, considering the alternative."
Everyone laughed nervously but their hostess, who seemed very nonchalant about the whole thing. But, just as she was standing to leave, while the other two were turned away, she winked at Damien, who blushed heavily beneath his fur. She swaggered up to him and handed him her beer, bending over to reveal her chest, and then walked off into the corridor that presumably led to the bedrooms. Looking down at the beer, he noticed a note shoved into the neck. He excused himself to the restroom.
Removing the note from the neck, he unrolled it, and blushed even more heavily than before when he saw the words written.
Third door on the left. Midnight. That is, if you want to have some fun.
If not...you never read this.
He hastily put the note into his cape and left the bathroom to rejoin the others. But all joy of conversation eluded him. He couldn't think of anything else but the one who was waiting to see if he would show, waiting to see him. He had no mate, and hadn't for a long time. He was a wolf of morals, and normally he would have simply ignored this invitation; but something about this one woman intrigued him, made him feel, made him stammer and stumble and blush. He had to know. Maybe it was just instinct, but he had to know.
When the trio finally split, he volunteered to take the couch, not for a moment hesitating when they asked him if he was sure. He watched the moon, nearly hidden behind the drafts of snow, move through the window frame, counting the minutes. 11:30. 11:45. Finally, 12. He slipped out from under the blankets soundlessly, his pawpads keeping the floor from creaking beneath him. His shaggy fur moved fluidly around him as he tiptoed into the woman's room. Opening the door, and then closing it behind him, he saw a light coming from within a door adjacent to the one he had just come through, surely a private bathroom. He sat on the bed and waited, his hands shaking and heart racing. And then, slowly but surely, the door opened.
What met his eyes was none other than the fox herself, in nothing but a black lace bra and the same fabric boy short underwear, a pair of high heels, and a black collar. Damien felt his draw drop, but quickly concealed it as he said, "Wow. You look..."
And she shushed him. Put a finger to the tip of his muzzle and sat on his lap, her thighs on his. She licked his cheek and then stood up, removing herself from him. "Close your eyes," she instructed. "Just for a little while."
He obeyed.
Her hands massaged his thighs, then the area between them, making him moan. He felt his erection begin to slip free of his sheath, and she unbuckled the clasp holding up his cape, revealing it. It was black, a stark contrast against his white fur. She smiled at him, whimpering, and licked the tip once, and the sudden wet on his member nearly made him yelp. She moved upwards, laying her body atop his, her breasts brushing against his chest, warm and soft. She pressed her hips against his lightly, and he moaned softly. Leaning over him again, she whispered in his ear, "Will you return the favor?"
He nodded, speechless. He picked her up with ease, laying her back on the bed. Undid her bra clasps, slowly. Slid her panties down past her ankles, and then off. She gasped as he let his instinct overtake him and licked her warmed genitals, finding her clit and licking soft and quick. Then he moved up to her breasts, circling his tounge around each one until he could feel her squirming beneath him. Her hands traveled across his shoulders and face as she moaned softly, clearly enjoying it. Then, he positioned himself to enter her, but just as she tensed, ready to accept him, he leaned over to her and said, "Not yet. Relax." And she obeyed, curious as to what he was doing. He took his cock in one hand, stroked it a couple times, unable to resist, and then began to rub it along the outside of her opening, teasing her. She groped at his shoulders and moaned, biting her lip. Then he began to circle into her a bit deeper, and then, when he knew she was off guard, shoved himself all the way into her, making her gasp. He pulled out slowly, and then went back in quickly. He kept this pattern up for a while, making her cry out each time.
Then, when he felt she was ready, he began to pound into her, full force. Each stroke robbed her of breath. He massaged her breasts, muttered to her softly, Pressed his nose to her, and before they knew it, his knot had swelled up to full size--he was nearly done, and so was she. His humping became more desperate, his moans louder and more forceful, biting the scruff of her neck, and then, just as he was about to come, he shoved his knot into her, triggering their orgasms. He emptied himself into her, coming in warm waves. Then, when it was done, they gasped, breathing harder than they ever had. The cold was irrelevant now. All they could feel was the warmth of each other. They collapsed, falling into a deep sleep, still tied to one another.