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Frozen Passion

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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A sapient feral mini story...

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It shouldn't have worked between them, but fate had seen fit to put him there before her: a gorgeous, tall caribou with a huge rack of antlers and a thick ruff of brown fur spilling and blending to creamy-brown under his belly and at the front of his chest. Pakak was the only one that had ever made a difference to her, even when he had found her, that first time, bruised and broken in the snow, cast out by her pack.

Even though she was an Arctic wolf, Silla was not prepared to let such a relationship slip through her paws, shedding out her darker summer coat for the sheer white of her winter garb. Already, cold gnawed at the air like hunger in the pit of one's belly, but, even though she lived and loved with a prey animal, she never went hungry. They had their ways...and fish were plentiful too during the summer months. Silla only had to be a little wiser about how she acquired her food.

"I want you..."

Pakak took a step back, a little nervous, though the caribou's need was out. She had seen it a hundred times over during the rutting season, though he was apt to drop from his sheath too when he was relaxed.

"Um... Silla... I don't want to hurt you," he said gently, as if he was the one with fangs and claws, not her. "I'm...too big, surely?"

He put it delicately, but she only laughed, nodding and gently encouraging him to lie down, and then to roll onto his side, exposing the delicious spire of his length to her.

"I think I am more than able to handle myself, darling..."

And so she was. She always had been, though that did not mean that Silla did not love and care for him. She didn't have to be in a partnership with Pakak because she needed to, but only because she wanted to. That was a much better way, considering how she had been cast out herself.

She nuzzled softly around his sheath, though the caribou had to trust her too, the sharpness of her teeth tucked away behind dark lips. She murmured to him and he relaxed a little, even lifting his hind leg out of the way a little more, so that she could more easily reach his shaft. Maybe one day she would be able to encourage him to mate with her, but that kind of pleasure, shared between them, would have to do for a start.

The wolf shivered, tail flagging a little, heat pooling wickedly inside her. Oh, she could not wait to feel his cock or his tongue... Pakak grunted, a bleat seemingly held behind the sound, but she didn't allow it out as she trailed her flexible tongue up his cock. It was slenderer than what a wolf would bear, but Silla was more concerned with him and making him feel good. Frankly, nothing else had ever mattered more to her.

Only Pakak. Only her caribou lover and partner, how he quivered so wonderfully and vulnerably under the scoop of her tongue, curling it around the tip just to show off to him how flexible it was. Pre-cum bubbled forth, for the caribou, most likely, had never enjoyed that kind of stimulation before, and she moaned openly as she lapped it up, the musky bubble on her tongue saltier than she had expected. Yet the taste was further flavoured as it clung to the inside of her mouth rather than more openly swirling around, forcing her to dig at the viscous pre-cum with her tongue to get it out, slipping it down her throat in a neat, soft swallow.

Her partner panted for her, so Silla did not dally about giving him the pleasure that his body, so very clearly and sorely, needed. Her tongue curled and lapped along the full length of his shaft, making quite sure to keep her teeth away from his sensitive flesh, though that was something that the wolf did instinctively by that point. She'd never have wanted to hurt the caribou, even though, typically, their species should have been against each other.

But she was happier with the order of things in how they had turned out, whining softly as she curled her tongue around the tip of his shaft, nuzzling in close, even dipping it down into his velvety sheath. That was muskier still, but the aroma of him as his thin cock twitched and pulsed had her worming in all the closer, wriggling with a wolf's raw delight. Creatures like them were not in the habit of holding back how they felt about anything - not when it was not something that played into their survival.

There, they were safe, amongst the heather and the rocks, autumn coming but not quite yet. His antlers knocked back against a rock as he jigged a front hoof in the air, though he was right where he needed to be for his partner, grunting and trembling, need coursing through him.

Silla wanted to tell him that it was alright, but the words were taken from her as she parted her mouth to accept a jabbing thrust, hot caribou cock pounding into her mouth over her tongue. She almost stuttered and gagged as he drove too deep, but managed to hold it back in time, playing her tongue around him while holding her jaws gently open.

As he thrust and grunted and huffed, broken words slipping from his lips, she was there to cradle him, to show him, with the tenderest part of his body, just how much she loved him, how Silla was more than willing to do everything and anything for him, time after time again. There were no limits, not like that, not between them, not as his cock throbbed and jerked in the gentle cradle of her tongue.

The moment was there and Silla snatched it up, however greedily, for her own, sharing it with him as pleasure overwhelmed the caribou. There was no mating need in it, not as he spent his seed onto her tongue, letting her gulp it all down, though not even the wolf could stop it from trickling out from the corners of her lips. It didn't matter, no mess like that, not as Pakak grunted and heaved, pressing in closer to her, trusting her inherently, more so than he had any other creature in the land that they inhabited.

Lovingly, as his climax tapered off, she curled her tongue against him, giving it one, last, long, slow lap along the full length.

Together, they would find their own way. And she would find a way to open up the caribou to other pleasures of the body too...