Separated
Separated
Deimos, the black and grey wolf has been separated from his friend Tom while walked through the forest. He has looked for a very long time but just can't seem to find anything to Tom's whereabouts. He has also been seeing a strange figure sometimes walking in another lane of the forest beside him but he can never make out the picture. The mysterious figure is quite tall but it doesn't look too friendly. But this isn't Deimos's main concern. Finding his best friend James is.
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Deimos sighed as he walked yet again past the cabin. He was completely lost, and extremely frustrated at this fact. He seemed to have been walking in circles. This was the seventh time he had walked past the log cabin, which belonged to someone he did not know. He trudged wearily through the forest.
I wonder if Tom is looking for me, thought Deimos sadly, remembering how they had gotten separated in the forest. He sighed again as he came to a different pathway, hoping against hope that this path wouldn't take him to that strange cabin again. It was beginning to get dark, and poor Deimos was extremely tired. He abandoned his search for Tom and began looking for shelter for the night. Soon, he came across a cave just large enough for him to fit into. He stepped inside and curled up against one of the walls of the cave. Just as he was falling into a fitful doze, he heard a timid, yet quite familiar voice call from the innards of the cave.
"H-hello?"
"W-wha--" Deimos woke slowly.
"Wh-who's there?" said the scared voice.
Deimos stood quickly on his feet. The voice didn't sound threatening, so he didn't feel the need to attack. Instead, he stood limply, staring into the cave towards the source of the voice, wondering where he'd heard it before. He was sure that he had.
"Umm... I'm Deimos," he said uncertainly. "Who is this?"
There was a sigh of relief, and Deimos heard footsteps running in his direction. Deimos got ready to attack if he needed to. He saw the shadow of the figure on the wall of the cave and noticed that it was the same one he had been seeing all day. But a wave of surprise and relief came after him as he saw none other than his best dragon friend, Darknite running towards him. Deimos stood limp again, mouth open, staring dumbly at Darknite, who stopped a foot in front of him.
"Darknite? But what--how'd you--where is--"
Darknite laughed. "Calm down, Deimos!"
Deimos took a deep breath, and asked, clearly and calmly, "Are you lost, too?"
Darknite hung his head sadly. "Yeah," he said. "James and I got separated in the forest."
"Same here. I've been walking around in circles all day! Do you have any clue where we are?"
"Not at all. I'm glad we found each other, though. When I look for James again, at least I'll have someone to talk to. Do you think he and Tom met up yet?"
"It's possible." The two began to walk into a lighter part of the cave, still talking, when Deimos noticed something about Darknite.
"Darknite, why are you so dirty?"
"What?" The red dragon looked down at himself. He was practically brown now, with all the dirt that he had acquired. He grinned sheepishly at Deimos. "I guess I didn't clean up enough after falling into that mud puddle. I'd better go and finish the job.... Come with me, Deimos. There's a pond nearby, and you look really thirsty. Besides, it's really dark out, and I'd feel better with someone around.
Deimos thought it strange that Darknite would want his presence while he was taking a bath, but he obliged, and they both walked to the pond that Darknite had seen earlier.
Deimos was, in fact, very thirsty from walking around all day. He bent down and took a drink from the pond as Darknite stepped happily into the water.
Deimos sighed and lay back to look at the stars. With the tall trees everywhere, he couldn't see them very well, but a group was plainly visible to him. He felt the cool night breeze play across his body, and he began to think about Tom and
James. He wondered if they were lost as well, and if they had found each other. He began to wonder whether or not he and Darknite would see them again. He pushed the thought out of his head, and tried not to think negatively. Suddenly, a voice broke his thoughts.
"Hey, Deimos! Are you gonna lay there all night, or come in? The water feels great!"
A little startled, Deimos decided that he could use a swim, and the pond seemed great to swim in. So he stood up and waded into the clear waters of the pond. He began to swim as the water got deeper. Deimos happily swam around the pond, then in circles around Darknite. He stopped a foot away from Darknite to catch his breath. Darknite grinned at him.
"Wow, Deimos! You sure tire easily!" he teased.
"Oh...yeah?" panted Deimos. "We'll see...about...that...." With that, Deimos started swimming around the pond again.
As Darknite watched Deimos swimming around the cool pond water, he began thinking what, unknown to Darknite, Deimos had thought earlier. As he started to come out of his thoughts, he looked at Deimos and thought, Deimos's so cute, and he felt his prick begin to come out of its sheath. This startled Darknite completely, as if someone had just poured a bucket of cold water on him. Why did I think that? he wondered.
Meanwhile, Deimos ducked beneath the surface and began to swim underwater towards Darknite. He was surprised to see something sticking out of Darknite, a ways beneath his belly. As he came closer, he slowly realized what it was. He stuck his head over the surface of the water and swam, slowly now, toward Darknite, with curiosity on his face. Darknite, realizing what Deimos had seen, blushed, looking mortified.
"Darknite?" asked Deimos.
"Y-yes, Deimos?" stuttered Darknite, not quite sure what to say or do.
But the red dragon did not have to do anything, for his black and grey friend pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.
Darknite gave an involuntary moan as he felt Deimos's tongue exploring his mouth. He let his tongue do the same to Deimos. The two walked through the water to the shore, and, without breaking their kiss, lay down on the sand.
Darknite broke the kiss, and lowered his tongue to Deimos's nipples. He licked each slowly, bringing them to full hardness. Soon, his tongue traveled down Deimos's belly, and then down to his sheath, bringing a moan from Deimos, whose cock immediately rose out of the sheath. It was a nice long red prick. Darknite began licking it up and down, bringing it to full hardness. Darknite then stuck the black wolf's seven inches into his mouth.
Deimos moaned softly with pleasure. Darknite began to suck harder, increasing the volume of Deimos's moans. As Darknite sucked still harder on Deimos's dick, Deimos began to buck into Darknite's warm mouth. Darknite's tongue swirled around Deimos's hard shaft every time Deimos bucked into him, which turned Deimos's loud moans into howls of extreme pleasure. They did this for about five more minutes before Darknite felt Deimos's shaft twitch inside his mouth. Right then, Darknite reached up and fondled Deimos's balls, sending him over the edge. Deimos produced more cum than he ever had in his life. Darknite lapped the warm, sticky liquid up hungrily, as Deimos gave a long moan and squirted some more. Soon, some of it leaked out of Darknite's mouth, as there was too much for the dragon to swallow all at once. As Deimos's climax ended, Deimos sat up and pulled Darknite close, and then licked his own semen off of Darknite's face. They pulled closer and kissed.
"That was great, Darknite," said Deimos after catching his breath.
"I know, but we're not done yet." Deimos knew what he was talking about, and got on all fours. Darknite spit into his hands, and rubbed it all over his own 7-incher, which by now was rock-hard from sucking Deimos's. Deimos moaned in anticipation as he felt Darknite push his tail away, revealing his tight little hole.
Darknite wasted no time, and pushed straight into Deimos's passage, causing Deimos himself to yell in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Darknite pumped in and out of Deimos's entrance, with Deimos moaning and howling in ecstasy, and Darknite moaning in the feeling of his own approaching orgasm. Deimos's penis was throbbing for attention again, and Darknite gave it just that, jacking Deimos off in double-rhythm to their wild humping.
It came without warning. Darknite pulled out of Deimos, and then pushed back in as hard as he could, and erupted right into Deimos's tail. Deimos and Darknite yelled in unison as both came at the same time. Deimos felt the hot fluid flowing into him, warming his very soul, giving him a feeling of total euphoria.
"Yeah..." he moaned. "Fill me up...."
Darknite climaxed for nearly a full minute, moaning softly, bucking slowly against Deimos with each wave of cum that came out of him. His orgasm ended quite abruptly, and he pulled out of Deimos. They both collapsed in each other's arms, breathing heavily.
"I love you, Deimos," said Darknite.
Deimos lay down on Darknite's lap gazing into the darkness of the moonlit sky and was falling quickly asleep. "I ... love you too...." he yawned sleepily. With that, Deimos wrapped his arms around Darknite and squeezed him tightly. Not long after, both Deimos and Darknite fell asleep, ready to continue their search for James and Tom in the morning.
Here's a preview of the next addition to the story.
Deimos woke slowly as light from the sun reflecting off the pond hit his face. He began to wonder where he was before he remembered the previous day. Darknite was nowhere in sight.
Deimos sat up slowly, gazing at the beautiful, clear, sparkling pond in front of him. He sat there for about five minutes, awed by the sight, until a voice startled him. "Morning, Deimos!" It was Darknite, emerging from the bushes behind Deimos and sitting next to him. "You should take a walk. It's an excellent day!"