Dream of White
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde
_ Dream of White _
_ 2010 By Eldyran _
Snowflakes tickle my nose, and I wake from a dream of white.
My eyelids crack open to the sight of stray flakes flying over a small snow bank. It's piled up just a few feet from my muzzle. The cold air bites at my black canid nose. Just past the mouth of the cave, the wind howls, scouring a small clearing in the coniferous forest. Stray flakes spin and glint in the moonshine. Despite the darkness and bitter cold, the full moon hanging above turns the desolate expanse into a romantic view.
If it wasn't for the warm form holding me from behind, I'd be shivering now. I squeeze the white paws circling around my slim chest on instinct. The large wolf laying behind me on his right side tightens the embrace while in dream. The black tipped fur on my cheek ruffles gently with each of his gentle, hot exhales.
My bushy tail brushes against against his lower belly and sheath, and my most vulnerable parts feel the heat of our close contact. Despite my restless stirring from the flakes alighting on my nose, my mate doesn't wake up. His breathes are still shallow and even.
Instead of falling asleep right away, I watch snow sweep across the clearing. Luna's glow, combined with the arms around me, makes me feel loved and secure. Without realizing it, the soft fat of my ass rubs backwards into the slender hips of the wolf behind me.
There is no other place I'd rather be than here. There is no other time I'd rather relive than now. There is no one else I'd rather be with than him.
The sudden rub on my exposed tummy catches me off guard, and only then do I realize that my wiggles have stirred the wolf awake. I give out a soft, content rumble as his large white paw rubs up and down my belly, his sharp hunter's claws running through my soft undercoat. We snuggle like that for some time, watching the moon outside the cave hang in the night sky.
When his rub dips lower, my eyes close on instinct. I can feel his black muzzle lips pressed up against the back of my ears curl into a mischievous grin. My own muzzle lips part, a soft moan escaping them as his claws scratch the sensitive spot on my belly right above my sheath opening.
He's toying with me.
And I love it.
My tail rubs against him some more, and his other paw settles on my hip, squeezing. He pulls me closer, grinding his sheath playfully against my ass. His lips kiss the back of my flushed ears. My white wolf knows just what to do to melt this little coyote ice queen. Luna knows Im not a prude, just maybe a bit uptight sometimes. And this hunter knows just how I like to be hunted.
His roaming paws go everywhere except my sheath and nipples. Down the backs of my thighs. His nose nuzzles my shoulder. All the while my heat for him builds, soft whines escaping from my quivering muzzle lips. I look down past his playful paws. My pink tip has slipped out of its warm sheath, a bead of arousal already forming at its slit. The sight is erotic, and its momentum carries me away in abandon.
My left paw reaches around to cup his ass, pulling him closer. My claws dig into the tight musculature, my heart starting to race now. The wolf growls into my ear, his fangs finding the back of my scruff. The sensation makes my back arch, right into the lance of heat sliding back and forth already at the base of my tail.
I know the time for games is over when his claws slide up to flick across one of my burning, perked nipples. I arch more, a whine of unfettered need echoing about the stone ceiling of our little sanctuary. My claws cup his ass harder, forcing him closer again and again. The wolf takes a moment to adjust his position, and now each time I grind backward his wet, hot tip presses back and forth into the tight ring under my tail.
He doesn't ask if I want it.
He already knows.
The white paw on my hips steads me as he pushes forward. My entrance spreads as he enters me. There is always that slight moment of hesitation, of pain, but before I can dwell on it, his tip slides past my tight ring. He goes slow. In torture or in love I can't tell. But this is what I want; the feeling of his spear parting my insides, the sore but wonderful full feeling I get when he takes me.
His heat sinks a quarter in before pulling out some. I whine, closing my eyes again at the empty feeling, and I push back into him. It slides deeper into me this time, slower. I savor each second. Each thick inch. When his tip slides past my prostate, I feel a soft gush. Im not all that surprised when I look down at my half spread legs and sheath to my hard erection. A small dribble falls from its tip to pool into the stony floor as he pushes all the way inside me, hilting me. His furry sacs press against my own, impatient to fill me with their molten contents.
I arch my hips and back at the wonderful feeling, my deepening pants and his throaty growls drowned out by a shriek of sudden wind outside. My mate gives my ass a few shallow humps, difficult at this angle. I pull my left leg up some to give him better access, my other paw not already clinging desperately to his ass going straight to gasp my own swollen shaft.
He toys with me some, the paw circled around my chest flickering one of the flushed buds back and forth between his claws. I buck against him, feeling his cock slip back and forth inside me. My needful yips bounce back from the ceiling. Without warning he pulls out and rolls me on my stomach. I have just enough time to let go of my throbbing hardness before he pins my paws above my head, their thick pads touching flat against cold stone.
The hunter moves in on his prey. His knees push my thighs together before settling on either side of them. With deft skill, he doesn't even have to let my paws go before he puts the tip of his hardness back in place. In one smooth thrust he hilts his hapless quarry, my tail thumping against his lower belly in pure pleasure.
Pinned like this, I can't even move back against him. I'm completely helpless, the tip of my own burning shaft grinding almost painfully into the cold stone floor.
Just the way he likes it.
He takes me, fucking my ass full on now. All I can do is yip and fight the hold, tightening around his thickness each time he bucks into me. I can feel his knot growing, scraping and pulling at my sore insides. He pops it in and out of my stretched tail hole a few times, knowing full well what it does to me. My white wolf likes to make his coyote bitch squirm and struggle.
His knot catches just inside my ring on the next thrust. There is no turning back now. My mate pounds his knot into me again and again, leaning more on my smaller paws. The angle is deep. So deep. My eyes seal shut from the intense feeling, and my insides clench. The trapped spot where my itching tip grinds between stone and stomach fur erupts with a sudden sticky spurt even as the white wolf continues to fuck me.
I'm too caught up in the feeling of his thick knot rubbing back and forth inside me to care whether or not I just came.
My sudden clench around his knot drives him wild. He bucks into me a few more times, his thrusts shallow and desperate. His howl deafens us inside our tiny cave, snatched away on the storm outside. My ears fold as he erupts inside me with a hot gush. What overfills me seeps out from around his knot seal and runs down the backs of my furry ass cheeks.
In the afterglow he snuggles on top of me, rubbing my thin shoulders. After his knot shrinks, he pulls out, and a small deluge runs out of my sore tail hole. While he lays on his belly, I lay on his lower back and between his shoulder blades. I give my tired white wolf a massage for his arduous hunt. His seed still leaks out of me onto the cold floor, where it pools white, cooling.
We snuggle like that for some time until we fall back asleep, staring up at Luna. We both silently thank her for all that she has given us. My slender paws circle around his lupine chest, clutching pawfulls of his thick chest fur. I have only one thought as I return to my earlier dream of white.
This is what I want. This is what I have.
I am content.
_ ~ Fin ~ _
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