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Life in a small town had its ups and downs. Driving places took longer than if you lived in a big city, but it wasn't as bad as it could be. The upside was that nights like this were incredibly peaceful compared to anything you would get in a city. The downside was that the peace could quickly become isolating without someone to share it with. You take your eyes off your monitor and glance out the window, noting the snowflakes pelting it with only the dim blue light of your computer to illuminate them. Thanks to it you could work from home and finish everything before lunch, then use the rest of the day to catch up on your hobbies or browse the internet for entertainment. However, not even the internet's infinite potential could distract you when you were worrying about her.

Lyudmila, your wife of five years, was stuck outside in that mess of snow and ice with nothing but a ten-year-old vehicle that didn't even have four-wheel drive. She may have had a job that would let her afford a brand-new truck, but she was the type of person to not spend money if she could help it. The humdinger she drove was perfectly acceptable when she didn't have to wrangle it through a blizzard. She had a personal connection with it after it safely got her through college and drove her to her final interview for her current position. It was just you and her in this tiny home surrounded by snowy hills and similar housing, and anytime you two were separated your mind drifted to morbid thoughts and what-ifs. Her job was comfortable but not without its dangers. There could be no greater cause than working for a space agency, especially as the flight director. Thousands of people relied on her every day, but-

Light pierced the veil of snow and flooded the living room for a moment before lining up with the driveway and fading away. You heard a door slam shut but her entrance was otherwise silent. Closing your many tabs, you fumble to lock the computer and stumble off your chair to greet your love. You unlock the door and step back, allowing her to open it and give you a side glance before she strips her many layersof clothesat the door. First: her heavy jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves. She steps forward and off the mat laying next to the door. The chill wind of winter slips into your home and bites at your skin, threatening to steal the carefully nurtured heat you had collected throughout the day. Rather than allow it, you close the door behind your wife and lock the door.

The next layers come off her like the first, taking their place on the floor. Two layers of shirts, a pair of boots and socks, and tight jeans that contour to every part of her body. Now in her underwear, you got a full view of the Alaskan Wolf: She has triple-toned fur that shifted from black on the outside to gray closer to the middle. Her chest, belly, neck, mouth, hands, and feet were all shockingly white like the snow she escorted through the door. Her long and dark hair framed her face perfectly and made it all come together like ice cream with a dark chocolate and vanilla swirl.

Lyudmila's exceptional azure eyes glaze over, and you note a hint of red cracks of stress marking their once-perfect edges. Hunched over as she is, you still have to look up to peer into her eyes. She mechanically trudges toward the couch and flops onto it with the grace of a dying seal, even gasping and making a noise like she deflated the instant her weight hit it. You chuckle, heading toward the kitchen to heat some leftover lasagna you made last night. Before you get the cold food in the microwave, you hear the distinct sound of the television blaring another inane commercial in the living room. At this rate, you wouldn't even need a digital timer to help you out since you could count the exact time each advertisement took to finish. You hastily retrieve the now-cooked food, making sure to not burn yourself on the plate, and you tiptoe toward your wife.

"How was your day, honey?" You carefully broach, offering a meal at the same time to placate her.

The Wolf made another noise like a wild animal trying to cry for help. She unceremoniously grabbed the plate of food, ignoring the palm-burning heat of the ceramic, and shoveled the meal into her mouth. The taste of reheated lasagna must have given her a burst of energy because she sat up and lifted her legs then dropped them onto the wooden table in front of the couch and yawned.

"It was awful. First, we had another issue with the power system. We're doing a joint project with NASA and it requires too much power that the system can't handle. Our backup generator went off _twice_before lunch!"

Lyudmila shoveled another mouthful of lasagna down her gullet, not caring about making a mess along the way. Sauce dripped onto her bra and thighs, which she lazily cleaned off with a single finger that returned to her mouth. It was awkward standing over her while she ate, so you decided to do something a little more productive. Instead of taking your place next to her on the couch and hanging your arm over her shoulder, you dropped onto your knees and shuffled to the other end of the table so you could grab her feet and massage them. She had had a bad day, and you felt it was your duty as her husband to ease her burden. You managed to glance between them and see her sauce-covered face send a small grin your way, and you heard her tail slapping against the couch. She finished her second mouthful and went back to her rant while you gently rubbed her pads.

"And then one of the engineers has the nerve to fuck up a calculation on the satellites we sent up last week! And if it weren't for the fact he's a senior engineer, I'd have him on the fastest train back to Volokomansk."

You rolled your eyes and focused on her feet while she went on another rant about the Squirrels that work for her. You switched tactics, moving your fingers around her toes and forcefully stretching them while you rubbed every part, making sure to avoid scratching yourself on her claws. You swear you managed to draw a giggle and a moan out of her a few times between eating and ranting. Her feet were fascinating to you. They were technically shaped like yours but instead of ending in five round toes with nails, they ended in four toes with white claws at their tips. Beneath them lay six spongy black pads, one for each toe, and one for the arch before them and her heel.

"All of that. I go through all of that, and then I have to drive in a pitch-black snowstorm for a half-hour. But at least you're here for me, Nathan. Are you listening?"

The mention of your name knocked you out of your trance and you felt your face burn red in embarrassment when you realized how much you had been focusing on her feet. You lift your head above her toes and send her a reassuring smile, placating her worries and sending her back into a rant about multiple failed launch sims.

"It's just..." She pauses and puts her hand onher face, closing her eyes and sighing.

It wasn't the first time she spent the evening ranting about work, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. You didn't mind, of course. Being with her was enough to make your night. You redouble your efforts and knead her toes like they were putty in your hands, and you smile when you hear her giggle above you. Lyudmila doesn't complain after that. She sits there and finishes her meal while enjoying the attention you shower her with.

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An hour later and you were laying in bed waiting for your wife to join you beneath the sheets. You doubt Lyudmila would want to snuggle up beneath the blankets with all that fur she had. She was already sweating by the time you gave her that foot massage thanks to the house's heater. Not that you minded. Being wrapped up in Alaskan Wolf was much more fun, and she smelled pleasant.

The old and heavy oak door creaked open, revealing said Wolf in her full glory. Lyudmila wore an old pair of panties and a thin undershirt that you swear was the same one she came home wearing. It had an orange cartoon cat proclaiming his love of lasagna on it. Appropriate considering what she ate tonight. She tapped her claws against the door and threw it back, closing it behind her. Then she flicked the light switch on and robbed you of your vision. Thrust into the darkness, you had to rely on every sense except sight to find the predator in your room. Unfortunately, Human smell and hearing weren't as strong as a Wolf's. First, you feel the weight of an amazonian woman crawling on the bed. Next, she rubs your leg with one of her clawed hands and slides it up your body while she crawls toward you. Her sharp claws and downy fur slide against your skin and spread goosebumps everywhere they touch until you're left shaking like you were outside.

"Not gonna shower before bed?" You ask.

Lyudmila finally reaches the head of the bed and claims a pillow for herself. She wraps her body in yours, intertwining legs, arms, and fingers until you feel closer to her than you are to your clothes. Her face, though you can't see it, is right in front of yours.

"No. Sleep now, shower tomorrow." Her hot breath washes over you, shocking you still while she leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Electricity rushes from your lips and throughout your chest, leaving you with a warm fire in your belly like a cup of hot chocolate resting inside it.

She wraps her arms around your head, pulling your face into her neck and crushing your nose against her fur like she's trying to smother you. Your insensitive nose finally picks up her smell: A heady and powerful aroma that assaults you with its strength. Lyudmila has been sweating since she wrapped herself in those layers and started driving home, and you're finally experiencing all of it. You got a hint of it while you were rubbing her feet, but it wasn't like you were planning to dive headfirst into her feet and take a whiff. Now though, it was inescapable. Lyudmila was larger and stronger than you and she was crushing you against her musky body.

"It's funny," she whispered above your head, "I can tell when you're hot or cold. Right now it feels like you're perfect. This is why you need me, huh?"

She was right, of course. The heater by itself wasn't enough to keep you warm, nor the blanket, but both of them together would leave you sweating as much as her. But wrapped up in your wife, the heat is_just_right.

Her smell overwhelmed you, and you forced yourself not to struggle beneath her grip. You didn't want to bother her but what few breaths you could take between her fluff struck your nose with such ferocity it left you reeling. You manage a few short breaths, then try to take longer and slower ones. Eventually, you feel the Wolf's grip on you relax. Her heartbeat hammers against your ear like a beating drum, and you can tell by the speed of it and her breathing that she's already fallen asleep. A long and hectic day melts away for her in an instant. With a twist of your neck, you find the room to breathe comfortably beneath your wife's hold. Her smell is still strong, but you've adjusted to it.

It doesn't take long before you join her in slumber...

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Consciousness didn't return to you in one single moment. Rather, it slowly crept up like the sun rising over the horizon. Your physical senses like touch and smell slowly came first, then your subconscious thoughts, and finally, your consciousness awoke and you observed your situation with your full array of senses. It was totally dark inside your room except for the little bit of moonlight reflecting off the snow outside and through your blinds. The storm outside was even stronger than before and sounded like it was trying to break a wind speed record.Still, you lay in bed trying your best to ignore that you were awake and hoping you could stay where you were. Unfortunately, your wife was doing her best to make sure you couldn't enjoy it.

Lyudmila was reaching for something on your side of the bed. Probably water if you had to guess. It was still early enough in the morning that the curtains blocked enough light to make your room nearly pitch-black, preventing her from finding it quickly. It didn't help that in her haste to search for a refreshment she was smothering you beneath her exposed armpit. She didn't shave, allowing her hair to grow in stark contrast to her body fur and accumulate much more sweat than she would normally. Her muscles tensed and her whole body shifted so her arm could swipe at more empty space. Her hand grasped at air and flat wood, and her nails tapped against the drawers next to the bed and even against the lamp sitting on top of it. All the while, she rubbed and squeezed your face with her pit, occasionally pulling her arm back and crushing your head between her elbow and torso. Her chest also rubbed against you from beneath her thin shirt, and you could feel her hard nipples beneath it.

Her aroma overwhelmed your sense of smell, shocking you awake. Unfortunately, her weight was such that you were trapped in her armpit and could only try and shake your head to get her attention. When that failed, you wrapped a free arm around her and slapped her back. Finally, your flailing caused her entire body to twitch and her head to bend at an awkward angle to look down at you.

"Ah- oh shit. Sorry honey!" She sat up and straddled your waistbeneath the blankets.

With a smirk, Lyudmila leaned down and thrust her face into yours, finding new ways to invade your personal space. Her nose traced your skin, sniffing every line and pore for incongruities in your scent and your skin so she could see you without having to use her eyes. Even though her face was touching yours you could only barely make out her eyes and the general shape of her head. She could probably see you better since Wolves had much better night vision, but even that had limits. Matted dark hair fell over you, tickling your skin while she slid her lips closer to yours. Lyudmila opened her mouth to yawn and assaulted your nose with her morning breath, strong but not overwhelming to your senses. Finally, she closed her mouth and puckered her lips then gently pushed them against your own.

It started slow, with her lips gracing yours and cautiously pecking at you. Eventually, her kisses lost all grace, and her smooching gave way to a ravenous make-out session. Her mouth attacked any exposed skin with sloppy drool-suffused smacks and licks. Her hidden tongue slithered out of her mouth and drenched your face in slobber between generous kisses, then she opened wide, revealing the cavernous interior of her mouth and blasting you with more of her breath. The powerful organ inside her maw snaked toward your mouth and parted your lips with its surprising strength, allowing Lyudmila to invade your mouth and kiss you deeper than anything you've ever experienced.

Her thick, powerful tongue raced inside your maw and overpowered your own to such an extent that you felt truly helpless while she wrestled with you. All the while, she kept your body pinned to the bed with nothing but her body weight. By the time she resolved to let you go you were putty in her grip, ready to take any shape she liked. You were pretty sure that this was the most you hadever been aroused in your entire life, and your erection poking her thigh and straining your shorts was proof. And yet, Lyudmila seemed to realize how far gone you were and she lifted herself off your body and the bed. Before you could compose yourself, your wife was already outside the room doing something else. She had left you in the dark with a raging erection and no relief.

Your body felt sticky and wet, but you couldn't tell if it was from her or you. You did know that without her body heat the chill in the air was fierce enough to make you shiver, even with the heavy comforter gracing you. The term "blue balls" was an interesting metaphor that you understood but never appreciated. Now though, you learned to appreciate the meaning after being left in the cold. Ahead of you, the dim light coming from the kitchen illuminated the bedroom enough for you to make out the outline of the furniture inside. Squeaking and hissing noises emanated from the kitchen, revealing why your wife left in the first place. She had her own glass of water, ready to save her without having to steal from your side of the bed.

The light suddenly shut off and the door squeaked on its hinges, going up in pitch and then back down while it shut. A heavy figure shuffled around the bed and placed a glass of water on the nightstand. Next, she lifted one leg onto the bed and climbed onto it, inadvertently sliding her waist over your leg and straddling it with most of her weight. Her butt cut off circulation in your leg while her feet swiped past your head, lingering in your face for a moment and sweeping across your mouth with her heel. You got a face full of her heel pad for a second or two before she finally managed to get her legs beneath herself and promptly sat on your thigh while leaning forward. Instantly, you felt the wet_squish_of her bare lips mash against your leg and the scratchy combination of thick hair and fur drag against your skin. She was soaking and spreading that wetness up and down your thigh.

"What happened to your panties?" You ask.

Lyudmila continued slowly grinding on your leg.

"Those things give me a bitch of an itch."

That would explain what she was doing now. The Wolf slowly shuffled toward your head, rubbing you in herself along the way. Her soaking mound slid over your erection and elicited a gasp from both of you. Undeterred, she continued up your stomach and onto your chest, resting more of her substantial body on you once her crotch met your ribs. The heat coming from her was intense, like a humid summer heat wave. No doubt most of the heat was trapped in her thick bush. The hair was thickest closer to her entrance and thinned out the farther it got. Where there wasn't hair there was shorter but thicker fur breaking it up.

"Y'know,"She spoke from high above you, "I stopped trimming down there because you look cute when you're turned on."

Her fluffy tail batted at your erection, forcing you to struggle beneath her and emphasizing her point. She had your arms pinned beneath her legs, guaranteeing you couldn't escape. Your wiggling only seemed to spurn her further.

"And guess what?" She leaned forward, almost managing to drop her face in front of you like before. Her hot breath washed over you yet again. "I've got tomorrow off which means I get to play with you. All. Night. Long."

Wisps of hair fell off her head and onto your face. With a gentle _swish_of two fingers, Lyudmila pulled them back and tilted her head, looking like an airbrushed model in the low light of your alarm clock. Maybe it was the hormones coursing through your veins and the raging erection being toyed with behind her, but right now she looked like a goddess to you. Once again, as if reading your mind, she sat up and moved forward. Her humid entrance came off your chest and dangled precariously over your face. Droplets of precum hung off her, threatening to drip off her body and onto your face. Instead, her entire waist came crashing down onto your face, engulfing you in her.

If she smelled strong before, then her smell now was overwhelming. Even your insensitive Human nose was completely overpowered now that it was literally inside of her. Lyudmila wiggled her hips over you, hinting at what she wanted. You stuck your tongue out and dragged it across her lips, then slipped it between them and sampled her taste. Your wife moaned, sending shock waves throughout her body, down into her thighs, and your head. Using her voice like a game of hot and cold, you shoved yourself deeper into her and probed for any spot that would please her. Instead, Lyudmila asserted control and dropped more of her weight onto your skull, pushing you deeper into the bed and eliciting a sound like choking from you.

At this rate, you didn't even need to do much to get her screaming now that she had taken the wheel. Lyudmila furiously rubbed herself against your face and used your nose and lips for her exclusive pleasure. Her love poured over your cheeks and onto the bed, and her moaning and whining were unrestrained by any form of modesty. Thankfully, it was just you and her on this slowly brightening morning. At least, you assumed it was getting brighter. Having a Wolf's ass on your face prevented you from checking.

Suddenly, light and cool morning air assaulted your senses rendering you blind in a new way, and overwhelmed by the shock of the freezing bedroom. Lyudmila lifted off your face and clumsily spun herself around you, managing to kick you a few times and not so gently shove her paws in your face. At this rate, you could tell she was teasing you. Eventually, after much struggling over your head and a few extra droplets on your face, she turnedaround with her ass facing the crown of your forehead. Her hips wiggled above, threatening you with the weight of her rump every second she fought against gravity's embrace. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them far apart, giving you a view of her asshole right before she surrendered to gravity and crashed onto your skull like a meteor falling to the earth.

Although your skull could take her weight, it wasn't very easy. She weighed much more than you, and even with her putting most of her weight on her knees you still felt like she was close to cracking your skull. Lyudmila's asshole fell right onto your top lip, putting you in the perfect position to tilt your head up or down and move her off your sensitive nose. If her odor was strong before, it was impossibly overbearing and concentrated down there. You slowly forced your chin up, alleviating some of the pressure on your nose and allowing your mouth direct access to her most sensitive area. Between the cushion of her ass cheeks and the layers of pillows and blankets beneath your head, the sound-dampening properties prevented you from hearing anything except your heartbeat. Instead, you relied on her motions.

Lyudmila fidgeted at every movement you made. Your lips brushed against her ass, your cheeks moving against hers, every minute motion made her squirm above you. It's ironic that for all your lack of control beneath her you could toy with her easily from this position. Bracing yourself by holding onto her thighs, you open your mouth and swiftly stick your tongue out. Her reaction is immediate and predictable; she lurches up in shock and falls onto the same spot with your face nestled between her cheeks. This time you hold onto her legs more firmly, pulling more of her weight onto your skull and cutting off more air. It's worth it, though, because the next thing you do is slowly tease her ass with your tongue.

The Wolf wiggles her hips in what you assume is lust or frustration, burying you deeper between her fat cheeks. You manage to catch her howling above you loud enough to break through the wall of thigh and booty covering your ears. Spurned on by her reaction, you go in for the kill and shove your tongue as far as it will go. Lyudmila, in turn, grabs your still-erect cock with one hand and strokes it faster than you can handle. Between that and her incredibly strong scent, you already feel like you're about to explode in her hand. Fighting for dominance beneath her, you attack her more aggressively than before. She twitches around your tongue and howls louder than before, pulling her hand off your rod to grab onto your hands and push them deeper into her thighs. Lyudmila grinds herself against your face and explodes onto your chin. White hot cum splatters down your neck and onto the bed while you thrust your hips into the air and cry between her cheeks. Rope after rope of semen coats her stomach and the underside of her breasts, sticking to her fur and blending in with its white sheen.

Completely spent, the two of you collapse onto the bed. Lyudmila rolled off your face and onto her back while you gasp for your first breath of fresh air in minutes. You turn to your wife who is panting heavily with her back against the headboard for support. She shares a glance and giggles at the sight of you covered in her emission. The two of you lay there for what feels like hours before you can muster the energy to roll off the bed and trudge to the bathroom to clean yourselves off.

The shower water is brisk but refreshing, and it's exactly what you needed to clear off the physical and mental gunk after your chaotic coitus. Like a ritual, you go through practiced motions cleaning each other off and reaching areas you would not be able to by yourselves. You even meticulously dry each other off from top to bottom, managing to elicit gasps when the towel sweeps over sensitive areas. Finally, you both stumble back to bed cleaner than before but no less tired. The sheets are a mess and they reek ofsex, but that doesn't stop you. Lyudmila flops onto her side and audibly sighs.

Wordlessly, she spins onto her side facing you and gestures for you to come closer. You wiggle up to her prone form and are surprised when her large hand grabs the back of your head and pulls you close to her crotch again. This time she's not asking you to pleasure her, but she seems content to hold you against her. You can feel her heartbeat from down here thrumming against your cheek and the warmth of her crotch seems to climb with each beat. She feels like an oven next to your face, practically scalding with steam from the shower she just had. Eventually, your neck creaks in protest of your current hunched position and you slide your body up toward the head of the bed where your eyes meet hers next to the pillow.

Lyudmila wraps her arms around your torso, pulling you toward her warm body and reminding you that she could effortlessly manhandle you with her strength. Her chest presses against yours and her nipples poke your collarbone while her thick thighs wrap around one of your legs and squeeze it tight. Her crotch slides against your thigh and her pubes graze alongyour skin, driving both of you crazy when she occasionally humps against your leg and pushes your erection against her stomach. Her massive bushy tail curls below her waist and wraps around your leg, tickling you with its downy fur. She was wound around you like a fuzzy snake, completely inseparable. Although the light of the morning sun glinted through your blinds and onto the furniture, you lost consciousness instantly.

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The heat of the sun against her fur slowly woke her up, especially when the light shimmered off a mirror on the wall and into her eyes. Her once cool room felt stifling thanks to absorbing the heat of the sun all day. Nathan must have opened the blinds when he got up. The bed felt lonely without his body to snuggle up with. Although she couldn't push the fog out of her head, Lyudmila had enough energy to sit up and take in her surroundings. Next to her side of the bed lay a nightstand with a lamp, an alarm clock that showed the time was past noon, and a gigantic chocolate muffin on a small plate with a pad of paper next to it. The Wolf let out a yawn and stretched her entire body, eliciting a few creaks from her bones when she reached for the sky. Now that she was more lucid she grabbed the paper and held it in front of her, waiting for her eyes to adjust so she could read it.

"I left to get groceries for the week and made you breakfast. See you soon!" -Nathan

Made her breakfast? Hardly. But she appreciated the sentiment all the same. Her job had beenhell all week and even thinking about going back made her fur stand straight up. But he made it worth it. Maybe she could thank him when he gets back? Freshen up and lay in bed for him, or wear nothing but an apron and cook him lunch? Whatever she came up with, she knew he would love it and she would love him, all night long if she could. After all, she had tomorrow off, too...

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