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Lannon dipped his fingers into the water, watching the current swirl gentle around his paw, little whirlpools constantly forming, overlapping, and reforming around him. It wasn't strong enough to cause him any risk, but the water moved quickly enough that if he stretched his paw out any further he'd start to feel the chill of the river seeping through his fur. His spell only warmed the water in a short area around him, but it was more than enough to make his morning bath a deeply relaxing experience.

The sun was just starting to peek between the trees, little golden rays cutting through the foliage and illuminating the steam that rose from the river around him. The pale dawn glow was giving way to the proper light of the day, promising fair weather and warmth. Lannon pulled his paw from the water and let his spell fade, slowly wading towards the shore, a sandy bank built up around the curver of the river. He stepped out, giving himself a small shake, his ear jingling softly as the chain bumped against his other piercings.

He concentrated for a moment, gathering a spell similar to the one he'd used to warm the river, then let the magic flow from him. There was a hiss, warmth all over his body, then a cloud of steam formed from his fur, quickly dissipating into the air. He shook himself a bit to resettle his now-quite-dry fur, then tossed himself down on the sandy bank. He closed his eyes, wiggling his back against the sand, his mind automatically wandering back to his time in Solm.

Days spent outside, basking in the heat.

His paw found its way between his legs, as it often did during his morning routine.

Evenings spent with his back pressed into furred warmth, fingers kneading slowly against his __belly, working their way down.

His own paw mirrored the memory as he rolled to his side, his hips sliding forward gently. He traced slow circles, claw tip dancing between thigh and belly, trying to replicate that little tickle that Emnis had always been so good at teasing from him. The lynx's paw stopped, dropping back to the sand as the other memories followed. He swallowed, forcing himself into the patterns he'd spent so long establishing, letting himself feel, but not dwell, accept, but not lament.

With an exhaled breath, and he smiled to himself, his thoughts once again on those teasing touches. The smell of the forest almost faded away, replaced by the dusty warmth of his old room, the smell of his friends worked deep into his sheets in a way that comforted him even on the nights they were away. That touch between his legs, the warmth pressed against his back, the thought so tangible it was almost as if..

Lannon opened his eyes, once again in the forest. The smell of the desert was gone, but the touch was there, though it wasn't his own. A hot breath washed over his ear, but brought no panic. He knew who it was.

"Is voyeurism a natural result of omnipotence, or are you the outlier there?" he asked, his voice low.

"I never claimed to be omnipotent. I told you, I am what you make of me." He heard the voice in his head, the slow breathing against his ear uninterrupted.

Lannon looked down at the white paw that was rubbing against the tuft of fur just above where his sheath started, black claw tips just barely visible as they combed through his fur.

"You seem to be making yourself available at some rather inopportune times." Despite his words, Lannon didn't seem all that upset with her timing. He hadn't made any move to roll away, content to enjoy his spot on the bank with this she-wolf draped across him, one leg brought up over his own, paw between his legs.

"Inopportune is just a matter of perspective," she teased. "In fact, I think I've caught you at __exactly the right moment." There was a bit of a growl to the voice in Lannon's head, a sort of huskiness that sent a little rush through his body. "I've told you, your actions here do not go _ unnoticed; Your morning routine has become mine as well."The voice laughed softly. _"As well __as one or two others, on some days." This time the rush was felt only on the lynx's cheeks, as his whiskers twitched in a blush.

Her paw dipped lower, rough pads sliding over the lynx's sheath, then down further to cup his sack. She lifted slightly, holding that weight in her palm, shifting it around slightly. "I've had my __fun simply watching though." She nipped against his cheek, teeth tugging on that tuft of fur that poked out and pulling it gently. "What's the fun in seeing everything if you never get to _ participate?"_

Lannon could smell her more clearly than he ever had during her occasional visits, her scent now just inches from his nose. Even through the hot breath washing over him, he could smell something else, something close to her, but stronger, sharper; An almost metallic smell that sent a shiver through his body right down to between his legs, where he twitched in her grasp. She met that twitch with pressure, kneading her paw down against him as his hips rose up to meet her touch.

She nipped his cheek again, then swung her leg off of him. Lannon made to sit up, getting as far as propping himself up on an elbow, before the wolf knocked it out from under him. He hit the sand with a soft thump, staring up at the sky. His eyes narrowed in the bright light for a moment, then suddenly found his vision obscured by white fur. The Huntress had turned, swinging her leg over the lynx's chest to straddle him. She looked down over her shoulder to meet his surprised stare, hands braced on his thighs.

"You stay right where you are, little mountain cat," she growled. "You may be used to taking the __lead," she hiked her tail, giving him a clear look at what he'd only glimpsed during her previous visits. "But I have a feeling getting pinned like this won't be the only new thing for you."

Lannon swallowed, suddenly finding himself only inches away from the she-wolf's rump. She had him there, in more ways than one. That little nub he'd caught a glance of in the river the other day was now on full display before him, protruding out from between her legs in a firm little mound of pink flesh surrounded by her pure white fur. She gave her hips a little wiggle, clearly not at all shy to be sharing herself like this. As she moved, Lannon could see the light dance across her bits, reflected by the layer of oily arousal seeping from between that unfamiliar y-shaped slit.

His nose flared wide as he pulled in a deep breath. That was the smell he'd picked up earlier; A thick, raw smell, nearly overpowering but oh so morish. He leaned in a bit closer, sniffing again. His mind went back to a night he could barely remember, of claws and licks and little yips, a mess of fluids and scents, so close to this, but not the same. Something clicked in his mind. This was a wild smell, something more comfortable on four legs than two; it was something feral.

Lannon wiggled a paw around, sliding his arm out from between where it had been pinned in between his side and The Huntress's thigh. She shifted her weight a bit, permitting him to free himself, but kept his other arm pinned right where it was.

"Fine by me," the lynx thought to himself. One paw was all he really needed right now, enough to touch and explore.

He reached out a finger, careful to keep his claws back, and lightly pressed it against the side of the wolf's mound. He heard a little growl in his mind, but she said nothing, letting the cat explore at his own pace. Lannon let that finger slide gently over the pink flesh, feeling almost no resistance as the slickness immediately clung to his fingerpad. He pressed a little more firmly, surprised by the amount of give the she-wolf's bits had. It was like pressing his finger into freshly risen dough, only this felt alive beneath his touch. He pulled his finger back, touched a thumb to it, then spread those two digits, watching the web of mess that strung between the two points.

He brought his finger and thumb back together, placed them right at the center of her mound, then let them spread again, this time pulling her lips apart as they separated. The pink flesh darked as her folds spread, turning to a deep rosy red the further in he looked. He held her open like that for a moment, lips curling up to let him better taste the air, and he felt himself give an involuntary hump upwards against her paws.

The whole time, he had been conscious of the she-wolf's hands on his thighs, kneading, working those claw tips through his fur. However, as soon as Lannon started to explore her in earnest, she had begun doing the same to him, her touch turning from passive contact to something more focused. One white paw slid over his sheath, gripping it gently and sliding it up and down over his length that had only partly started to show. She squeezed him in her paw as she felt him spread her out, and when he humped into her grip, his sheath stayed right where it was, letting his length slide easily out into the air. As his hips came back down, his barbs caught on her fur, not enough to properly snag, but enough to force a low mewl out of him on the downstroke.

"What was that, little cat?" She teased. "I didn't quite catch it."

Lannon said nothing, instead refocusing his attention on what was in front of him. Focus on that __matter at hand. Let go of all distractions, center yourself, and- He pulled in another sharp breath. The steps for focusing his magical efforts clearly didn't apply to all situations.

Determined not to give The Huntress the satisfaction of hearing him moan again, he closed his eyes, took a breath, and pressed his muzzle forward. His broad nose pad pressed firmly up underneath her tail, nuzzling against that bit of wrinkled flesh just below her tailbase. He heard her give a little yip, out loud this time. He grinned in satisfaction against her. "What was that, __wolf?" He thought, knowing she could hear him.

She didn't dignify him with an answer; Not out loud at least. Her paw closed around his length, pressing downwards in a slow stroke. She gave a little squeeze, holding him down for a moment, then slid her paw back up, letting the clear stickiness that had drooled from his tip collect around her fingers. Her next stroke down spread that stickiness over his length, the boyish musk of it finally reaching her nose over her own far stronger scent.

That was it then, their little teasing game was over. Lannon never closed his mouth from his grin. His tongue lapped out, dragging from that supple nub at the base of the she-wolf's mound up as far as he could go. If her scent was strong, her taste was overpowering, immediately clinging to the roof of his mouth, flooding his senses with _her._He gave her lips a kiss, feeling fluid drool down his chin as he pulled back, then pressed his tongue right back out against her, lapping that mess into his mouth. His nose flared out as he took in a breath, and he was reminded exactly where it was pressed. Not an unpleasant smell by any means, but distinctly that of a rump. Something naughty, taboo, all of which just made him want it more.

All the while, her paw worked its way smoothly over him. She seemed to take great interest in his barbs, rolling her fingers around in just the right way so that they caught on her pads, forcing them to flare out from Lannon's member as far as she dared before letting them fold back down. Each time she did, she felt him throb under her touch, often accompanied by another little drool of pre from his tip. At one point, he felt her release her grip on him, and he almost pulled back to protest. Before he could, he heard the licking of chops, a wet smacking noise, as The Huntress ran her tongue out over her fingers. When she gripped him again, he could feel her drool on him, hot and wet.

Lannon had grown bolder with his licking; Not simply content to lap away at her lips, he had begun to roll his tongue, curling it up over itself and pressing it inside her. He lapped between her legs, doing his best not to let the sandpapery texture of his tongue scratch her. Still, there were times when it couldn't be helped, and he didn't try to hide his satisfaction when he felt her give a little yip every now and then.

"Too much?" He thought to her.

He felt her give a little squeeze around his length, then, "Take a breath."

The lynx obeyed, about to send a questioning thought in turn, but the moment he finished his inhalation, The Huntress dropped her rump down over his face. In an instant, he lost both sight and hearing, his senses muffled to the world by the she-wolf's body. He wiggled, tried to free his arms, turn his head, get any sort of leverage, but quickly realized he was pinned.

Almost immediately, he realized something else; He loved it. She'd caught him, trapped him, had him completely under her control. He was predator turned prey, as helpless as the day he was born.

She squeezed his length again, his hips thrusting up roughly to meet her. He felt her thighs shiver around his head, another little moan echoing in his head.

"C'mon, little cat." Even in his mind, her voice was strained, layered with a low growl and shaking with exertion. "Show me what you can do."

His tongue lapped in and out of her as best it could in the tight space. He no longer took care which side he let press against her, licking her up and down, inside and out. He pursed his lips out, making a rough seal around her mound, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could. He applied just the slightest bit of suction there, then-

The Huntress's cry was audible this time, something between a howl and a moan, her head tilted up to the sky. Her pace quickened, paw flashing up and down over the cat's length, audibly squishing down against his sheath on each stroke.

They were close, their tension and pleasure shared in Lannon's mind. The cat could feel the tingles starting in his body, though he wasn't entirely sure if it was his rapidly approaching peak, or the lack of air getting to him. Even without the waves of The Huntress's own pleasure reverberating in his mind, he knew she was close too. Her legs tightened around his head, tailhole squeezing against his nose, mound firming up in his mouth.

He tried to hold it back, but unable to bite his lip, tense his body, or get a breath in that wasn't completely saturated with heat, he simply couldn't. He mewled into her rump, hips jerking erratically as he finally went over the edge. He felt her grip tighten as he started, her fingers rolling against him he shot, only encouraging his release. A tiny part of his mind wondered what she'd say when he soaked her paws in cum, but that worry was quickly washed away as he came.

He had no way of seeing, but he was sure that the first spurt had some distance to it. He throbbed again in her grip, sending a second soon after it. Then, he felt her tense, shake, the howl, a proper howl this time. Her thighs squeezed so tightly around his head, he almost asked her to let up, but the thought simply wouldn't form in his mind. He buried his tongue in her, feeling her mound convulse around it. A wash of fluid sprayed from her, racing across his tongue and splashing haphazardly into his muzzle. He swallowed, doing his best not to let it overflow, mewling in between swallows.

They shook together for another moment, each riding out their own peak. Lannon felt himself start to dribble instead of spurt, the end of his release drooling out of him across The Huntress's paw. The she-wolf's legs still shook on either side of him with occasional tremors, her insides squeezing down on the cat's tongue each time.

"Hey"

The lynx got only the slightest bit of acknowledgement.

" Hey"

This time he had her attention. With her mind in his, she suddenly realized what he wanted, and she lifted her rump off his face with shaky legs. Lannon gasped, pulling in his first proper breath since she'd seated herself on his muzzle.

"Oops." The thought came lazily to him, as if gliding on a warm breeze through his mind.

Lannon coughed, working his jaw around gingerly. He could already tell he'd be feeling that throughout the day. He was just about to reply, when the she-wolf swung her leg back over him, rolling to lay on her side as she had been when she first visited him that morning. She collapsed a bit roughly, legs not quite ready to listen to her. She draped an arm across his chest, nuzzling into his cheek tuft. For a long time, they were both quiet.

"He's lucky, you know." The she-wolf's voice was low and soft, her words rippling through the air instead of in the lynx's mind.

"Why, because I'm good with my tongue?" Lannon teased, his voice just as low. Neither wanted to break the stillness of the moment.

"Because you're not afraid."

The lynx took a moment. "Afraid of what. You? Maybe at first, but you've made it pretty clear you and the others in the woods don't mean me any harm. At least not yet."

"You're not afraid to stick your nose where it doesn't belong." That playful tone was back, the she-wolf's lips curling in a grin.

"Seemed to fit in pretty nicely under there."

Again she was quiet for a moment. She drew in a breath, paused, then let it out in a sigh. Then, "You do not belong here, Lannon Asaros. You're poking your nose into burrows that are home to things best left undisturbed."

He paused to consider her worlds, letting them turn in his head as he stared up at the clouds. The sun had fully risen, the pink of the sky giving way to blue.

"Be careful, little mountain cat."

Lannon turned his head to the side to look at her, but the white wolf was gone. He was once again alone on the beach, a single lynx in a forest that seemed to have no end to its secrets. The lynx stood on shaky legs, worked his jaw around a bit, and for the second time that morning, gathered threads of fire and waded into the river for a bath.