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I laid out my armor and stripped out of my shirt before stepping inside, and kept my expectations as clear as possible.

To my mild and pleasant surprise, it was fairly cozy. The cave would have been low for a full-size Mizutsune and half the floor sloped towards the entrance. And yet, it was wide enough inside for Syreen to sprawl out and still have plenty of room on all sides. A few hanging cloths or tapestries lined the rock walls and a few rugs covered much of the floor--

My eyes went back to Syreen.Sprawled out was a little inaccurate: she was outright on display amid a few large cushions and pillows. Her fur-lined tail swayed while she reclined on her side, hind legs parted invitingly--and speaking of inviting, that lovely blue gaze of hers was enticing me to close the distance.

"What do you think?"

I licked my lips, facing the reality of the situation. I was about to get who knew how intimate with a talking Mizutsune several times my size. To top it off, despite my surety of my guess, I still didn't truly know if she was male or female. What would happen next would be an adventure in more ways than one.

But, after that harrowing of a fight? I needed some fun, and I imagined Syreen did too. I wasn't about to back down now.

"Absolutely splendid. And your home looks good, too."

Syreen chuckled and beckoned me closer with a claw. I was already moving. "I have to admit I like how much you compliment me."

"Why not? You're striking, colorful, beautiful, fun, funny..." I was close enough to touch, now. I kneeled down to run my fingers through that purple fur. So smooth, so sleek... I somewhat expected it to be slick, but at most there was just a hint of that fantastic substance she could generate, a faint floral whiff and a slight residue that rubbed away between my fingers. The wide bands of scutes went all the way down her tail--or all the way up, from my perspective. I followed them and tried to hide a wince as I leaned weight on a bruised knee.

"You can sit on my tail, if it's easier," Syreen said, eyes on my face. "Or we can wait--"

I swung a leg over the tail, straddling, testing with my weight. The entire length was nearly as thick as my torso, so I shouldn't have been surprised at the flexing core of muscle I could feel under me. Was it odd that the hint of that much strength had me stirring in my sheath again?

"So, how much can I touch?" I asked, guessing the answer but wanting to be sure.

Syreen took in a breath as I played my hand over one of the middle scutes. "As much as you want, Genbi. I don't think there's much you can do that I'd want you to stop."

I licked my lips. "Same, I think. Just say so if that changes." I trailed my way up, readjusting my seat as I went. The fur on the back of her legs tickled my thighs once I settled close to my goal. I could see the subtle cleft between those legs--or not so subtle. It seemed I wasn't the only one aroused.

I traced my fingers around the parted scutes, and then around the slit--what looked like wide scales were quite a bit softer, like thick hide. A hint of gold-yellow flesh caught my eye. Taking a deep breath, Syreen's scent all around me, I placed my thumbs on either side and slowly spread the slit. The cleft was certainly longer than I was used to, nearly the length of my hand, and at first I wasn't sure what to make of the glimpses I could catch. So, I spread wider, pausing when Syreen's breath caught.

"Don't be shy," she murmured, chest rising and falling. "You can explore with your fingers, unless you're uncomfortable?"

"No, just savoring." I slid a fingertip between the 'lips' of that slit, enthused by Syreen's little shiver. But, instead of diving in, I leaned forward until my chest was nearly touching my hand and my nose could rest on her belly.

I inhaled. Warm, with that hint of flowers and a stronger undertone of rich wood. I took in another breath, took in Syreen's scent, fixed it in my mind.Friend. Partner. Mate?

I straightened back up, and caressed Syreen's warmth. That turned to heat as the slit parted around my fingertip. There was a little natural slickness there, like what my own sheath would produce--still, was it_just_ like my sheath except internal, or was I not deep enough yet to feel_her_ wetness? I slowly pressed a second finger in with the first. Time to find out.

It didn't take long to feel something like an entrance, and a ring of flexing muscle, and indeed,wet. So I had guessed right, she was female! A pleased purr came from Syreen when I delved deeper. It was surprising how tight she was, actually. Would I even fit once I was in her? The more I explored, the more I felt something shift, something besides the twitching muscles. Something that pressed against my fingertips more and more. The muscles flexed, and it emerged far enough from what I'd assumed was an entrance for me to realize what I was feeling.

A cock.

"Oh," I said, my mind realigning several days worth of false assumptions. "I guessed wrong."

Syreen's muzzle--his muzzle--split in a wide grin. "You did," he said, the voice that would have given it away... except I'd assumed it was deep only because Syreen was larger.

I blinked, heart sinking a little. "I lost." A little chuckle escaped my lips. "I guess I'm getting bubblefoamed?"

"Not right now, when we could both be having fun--unless, unless you need to stop?"

I took in a breath and fast-tracked my adjustment. "Just throwing out a few fantasies," I said, then smirked. "And reawakening others." His cock peeked out of the slit, and I expected to finish what I started.

Instead, Syreen's tail lifted enough that I took the hint and stood, while his claw beckoned me up. "Well, while you're getting used to the idea, why don't I give you a proper hero's reward for helping me?"

I wasn't entirely sure what he meant until his snout pressed to my crotch once again. "I don't want to leave you unpleasured, though."

His head tilted enough to look up at me. "Do you stop after you've... what's the word. Completed?"

"Finished might be better. And, no," I said. "Point taken." My hands went down and undid the length of cloth holding the pants to my waist. Syreen looked about ready to help drag the clothing off with his teeth; no sooner had I dropped them to my ankles than his muzzle descended on my sheath, bathing it in warm lips and strokes of a rather large, strong tongue. My hands went to his head as I kicked the clothing away.

The alluring Mizutsune pulled back just long enough to lick his lips and watch my tip slip out again. I was rather more eager now that I knew what that tongue felt like. "Such a good wolf," he murmured. "Let me get a good look at you."

A few more licks was all it took to get me slipping out, and the tease of hot breath overcame any worry I had about his teeth once I was sure those lips could keep me safe. Most of the wolves I'd been with had either been less skilled or overly careful. The one human partner had made up for his lack of muzzle--and thus depth--with good use of his longer lips and thicker tongue.

Syreen, though? Syreen's tongue alone put them all to shame just from strength alone. Control, too, as he swirled that muscle around my growing length, teasing and coaxing it with slow strokes until I was fully hard.

"Very nice," he purred after pulling back far enough to examine his work.

"Probably small compared to yours," I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

"Oh, my handsome wolf, this is plenty for me to enjoy." His breath was the next closest thing to a sauna against my sensitive flesh. "But, if you doubt me..."

With one motion, Syreen took me effortlessly into his muzzle. That tongue cupped and then stroked my length while lips formed an imperfect seal around--damn, he's kissing my sheath! A pleased purr vibrated the flesh around mine, and my hands gripped his head, petting and stroking while he worked.

Pretty soon, that head was rising and falling, tongue swirling and lapping firmly at me. The slow pace was all that kept me from popping within a minute. Each time I thought I'd felt the best of his muzzle, another twist of the tongue or soft, slurping suckle had my toes wanting to curl as pleasure shot through my spine, sending my tail to twitching with each little surge.

I looked at the large head anchored in my lap, the fins high enough I could fit my muzzle between them if I hunched over--and given his attentions, I might end up doing just that. A week ago I'd have never imagined even a Gifted monster as a potential partner. What a failure of imagination that was.

I wondered what I could do in return. Stroke him, of course, return the exploration and teasing until I could see what I was dealing with. He was still peeking out of his slit--no, he'd grown, clearly enjoying the attention he was giving me. How long would he be? The size of my forearm? Longer? He wouldn't fit in my muzzle, and given I had neither practice nor preparation, he certainly wouldn't fit under my tail. I'd have to get creative to share this pleasure with him in return.

A change in angle rubbed the tip of my shaft against the ridged roof of his mouth, and I moaned, caught off guard and gripping his fins. His eyes looked up at me, and then with another rumbling purr, he repeated the motion. My hips jerked forward, and Syreen paused, then raised a clawed forepaw to guide me down onto a cushion, barely leaving my cock alone on the descent. Once I was down he held my thigh with that paw and growled around me, head angled just right so that when I lifted my hips--restrained, controlled, by his grip--I thrust into his maw.

"Fuck, Syreen," I gasped. There was no holding back after that. His head bobbed as I moved, picking up the pace, fucking me just as much as I was fucking his muzzle. My toes_were_ curling now, my shield arm tiring from gripping his head, so I dropped it to hold the paw on my thigh while my other hand gripped his head; no amount of pulling could budge Syreen if he didn't want to move so I just used it to beg along with my cracking voice: "More, faster... deeper... Fuck, Syreen, you're... please, I need..."

Mizutsunes must not have a knot, as Syreen slowed when mine started to grow. I whined and squirmed when his tongue explored it. I wanted to say I'd tell him later but I was past words, having not even masturbated and then being teased and then the after-fight endorphins all rendering me just a needful bundle of squirming instincts.

Once again, Syreen took me all in: bottom lips brushing my tightened balls, tense tongue stroking my shaft, the ridges rubbing my sensitive tip, and then that tongue was longer than I thought because the end of it curled_around_ my knot--

"Fffuck!" I cried, hips pushing until Syreen practically had to pin me to the cushion, which only redoubled the hot, lustful peak of my pleasure--something to explore later, it seemed. Syreen made a sound as my seed painted the inside of his muzzle, and he swallowed around me, motions growing slower but firmer like he was milking me for every drop. So I gave it, as much as I could give, until I was reduced to a panting, shaking, wolf-shaped mess of a male, probably with my tongue lolling out though I was too far gone to notice, let alone care.

After the exertions of the day, it was so very tempting to just slip right into sleep. Somehow, I summoned the will to stay conscious._Syreen needs you next._My chest heaved as I caught my breath. He chuckled and gave me a few more slow licks, drawing out my pleasure to the brink of discomfort and blessedly stopping short. After a few moments the motions became soothing, cleansing, though my knot would have very much preferred being tied. I didn't think that was possible with his anatomy, but, why not try at some point?

"That was amazing," I breathed, once I could form words again. I'd probably been mumbling something a few times while I returned to my senses. "Best hunter's reward ever."

Syreen smirked, then frowned, licking his lips. "One moment." He leaned over to a small barrel of water and took a long draught from it. There was a sort of harness nearby--for carrying water, I realized. Handy.

"Sorry," he said on returning. "I, um. Enjoyed everything, but..."

Ah."I don't prefer the taste either, honestly."

"More so the texture. Too... never mind, I shouldn't be rude."

"It's fine, really. Next time I'll know to finish elsewhere--if there is a next time?"

The smile returned. "Oh, I don't think I'm done enjoying you, my brave hunter."

I guided that wide head onto my chest; we were both a bit wary of the weight, but I could support enough of it to be mutually comfortable, after a little experimentation. My hands played over those lovely fins, and Syreen purred softly, relaxing into my touches.

"Sorry," I said, realizing time was going by. "I should help you, next. Rude of me not to."

"No rush," he replied. I could feel his jaw and throat moving atop my body; the Gift of Speech really was a gift. "I'm certainly ready whenever you are, but I don't want to be selfish."

I leaned up enough to plant a kiss above his snout. "I appreciate it. Give me a minute and I'll see what I can do about giving_you_ a reward, too."

Syreen's purr was strong yet soothing, so I sat up to avoid drifting off. Scattered thoughts of my earlier ideas for that_reward_ went through my head. It wouldn't hurt to ask for guidance; Syreen knew his body better than I did, species difference notwithstanding. Still, I had an idea or two.

"Okay," I said, tracing a finger along the edge of his jawline. "Time to be a bit intimidated and see what my hands can do."

Sure enough, Syreen's fins folded back. "You don't have to be intimidated--"

I shushed him and coaxed the fins up again with my hands. "You say that like a little intimidation doesn't excite me. Why would I be a hunter if I didn't get a thrill from big challenges?"

Syreen snorted and licked my sheath. "Well then, hunter, show me how you handle a big, strong beast."

I grinned and slipped my way down his body, trailing my fingers over scales with enough pressure for my partner to feel it. A shiver was my reward as I maneuvered down to his hind legs. Syreen spread them again and rolled onto his back, though I noticed he was careful of the broad fins there. As before, I teased over the scutes. This time I knew what to expect.

The slit was still visible. Even before I brought my fingers there, the tip of his cock peeked out again; he hadn't been joking about being ready. I started by massaging around the slit. The tip was about as thick as my thumb and rounder, unlike my flat head and curved point. Sure enough, my teasing coaxed more of the shaft out, and I caressed fingertips over it before taking a gentle grip._Fuck, he is hot._There was enough natural slickness for me to slowly rub and feel him stiffen into my hand, and then hands. My heartbeat picked up.

I'd need a third hand at this rate, and he was_still growing._

I sat on his tail again and explored him. He had a natural curve downwards and then straight again at the end. Subtle ridges along the underside lent character to the otherwise smooth flesh. In my periphery I saw his chest moving with breath and those azure eyes watching me keenly.

By the time he stopped growing and nearly finished hardening, I'd been proven right about feeling intimidated. He was nearly as long as my forearm and fist. Barely less thick at the base. There was no way I would fit more than the end in my muzzle, and certainly not elsewhere without weeks... no, probably_months_ of practice to prepare for it. Which was good, because part of me was a little tempted to feel that length twitching under my tail.Fuck. He was goddamn handsome.

Purple fur brushed my thighs again as his hind legs shifted, and I remembered to ask: "Hey, does your bubblefoam make good, you know, lubricant?"

Syreen blinked. "For sex? No," he said. "It tends to get... sudsy."

I leaned in to smell his shaft. Much richer, the woody scent stronger--and was that a hint of something besides flowers? Ginger, maybe? Far from disagreeable. A bead of fluid had gathered on his tip. Throwing caution to the wind, I swiped my broad, flat tongue over it. Somewhat salty, of course, slick, bit of a flavor to it--or maybe that was just my nose still interpreting his scent.

With no reason to object, I gave him a longer and slower lick.

And another.

Syreen's growling moan was music to my ears. Under my rump and between my thighs, his tail shifted, the muscles flexing each time I stroked or licked--I still needed both hands, there was no way I could do more than tease with just one. It might even take more than that. The size really did drive home just how much bigger Syreen really was: there was no way we'd be normally compatible.

Then again, the surest way to lose to a large monster was to give up.

"How do you want me to go?" I asked, bringing my hands up to his tip. "Faster, slower, harder?"

"A little faster," he murmured, a little breathless. "And my ridges, but not all the time, just... Yes, like that.Yes."

With care for my teeth, I took the tip into my muzzle, returning the favor with warm breaths over it. A low croon came from above me. My heart thudded at the feeling of those trunk-like hind legs twitching; all it would take was one wrong move and he could fold me in any number of directions. I trusted Syreen to at least warn me if things got out of hand. Unless that happened, I had a large, strong creature on his back, where he moaned wordless encouragement as I sucked on him.

So very hot.

I redoubled my efforts, being very generous with my saliva even though he was leaking enough pre that I almost thought he was starting to cum once or twice. I supposed he'd have to be that prolific, being so much larger. Normally I hated the idea of drooling, but there was just so_much_ of him, and the slicker my hands got the more I could stroke, the more he whined and shivered and squirmed. I could tell he was tensed up all over, trying to restrain himself, trying not to hurt me.

My heart warmed. My smile, however, was probably devious.Holding back, are we?

I wasn't stupid--well, not so stupid I wouldn't take precautions, anyway. My arms were feeling the exertion, so I tried squeezing and twisting my hands while I changed my seat enough to rest a knee next to his slit. My front was against him now, the fur getting wet and mussed up by our mess and his twitching. With one leg thus propped and the other folded under my seat on his tail, hopefully enough to let me ride any waves to come, I lined up my muzzle with the end of his cock.

And took_almost_ as much as I dared in one swallow.

"Hnnh! Oh, Genbi," Syreen gasped, eyes closing. The end of his tail lashed back and forth, knocking a wayward pillow across the rug. It was adorable and so very arousing how his claws pawed at the air. "Be careful, be..."

Bracing myself, I sucked on him as best my muzzle could manage--like him, I just didn't have the lips for it. Any complaint he could give was drowned out by a low moan, and as I bobbed my head I felt the surge in the muscles below, my instincts letting me ride the coming... and there it was, as he thrust in the air, a short push that had his eyes going wide and locking on me, looking for discomfort.

Instead, I met his gaze and grinned while moving my whole body with the rolling of his hips. "Don't be afraid to move, as long as it isn't sudden," I said, and then dove back on him.

At first I didn't dare do much more than hold him in my muzzle, not wanting to get dislodged or graze him with my teeth. As he regained control and then surrendered some of it, I kept moving with him, loving the way he pressed against my body and leaked in my muzzle and panted lustily as I pleasured him. I could feel my own cock out again, nearly fully hard and brushing against his. Could he feel that, too? My wrists were starting to ache. Such a big boy, so much pleasure to give...

Taking a page from his book, I growled, making sure my tongue carried the vibration. It taught me that a Mizutsune could mewl rather adorably.

"Close," he gasped.

I could feel him starting to throb in my grip and pretty much spurting pre into my muzzle as he did. Getting my hands as slick as I could, I rubbed and squeezed his base with one--no knot, but how many males didn't like the idea of being deep in someone? I wasn't nearly far enough along to join him but I still rubbed my cock against him, especially the last few ridges, and worked my also-getting-sore tongue around his head. The throbbing got harder, more regular...

"Genbi, I'm...Gen..."

I braced myself--no telling how hard he'd thrust if he lost control--and moaned against him as my dick rubbed him, as he started to arch, his words lost to a guttural and unmistakable cry.

The first spurt caught me by surprise, and I tried to swallow as the next nearly overfilled my muzzle. Then I was leaking and trying not to choke as he just kept going, writhing and uttering keening groans as I put the last of my strength into my grip and muzzle, wanting him to feel as good as I had. So much of it leaked past my lips, but if I tried to keep it all in I'd be halfway to drowning, the taste was musky and_male_ and the texture was definitely less sticky than mine--so that's why he preferred to spit. I refocused, coaxing him through the last desperate little jerks of his hips and milking all that tension out of him.

"Such a mess," I purred as his head fell back on a cushion, both our chests rising and falling. At this rate it would be a tossup whether the fight or this would leave me more sore the next morning._Worth it._Drips of his seed were still coming out, and, why not? I liked the taste enough. I slowly lapped them up. "Let it all out, Syreen, there you go."

"Haaah," he said, or tried to say. I watched for any discomfort as his shaft softened a little, not wanting to push his sensitivity. "Genbi..."

I chuckled. He looked like I'd felt after he did the same for me.

"I needed that," Syreen finally managed. His head turned enough to look at me. "... I did make a mess, didn't I?"

"I'll only complain if it dries in my fur." I gave him one last lick and then moved up to cuddle him--or figure out how, given he_was_quite large. His forepaws crossed over me and held me to his chest, where I could feel his strong, slowing heartbeat. "Don't need a bath yet, though."

"We can in a few minutes," he murmured, curling around me a little. "Ahh..."

"That good?" I said, a little surprised.

"Well... It's been a while." His fins folded back a moment before fanning out again. "Though you did far more than I thought you would."

I grinned. "I did say you deserved an award."

Syreen chuckled. "You did. Thank you." His head turned, and I looked up to see him eyeing my half-mast cock. "Speaking of rewards, looks like you're about ready for another one."

"I, ah, may have enjoyed giving yours."

"Oh?" His eyes roamed. "Did you..."

"Just a little excited, no finish," I said, and patted his paw. "Like you said, no rush."

His muzzle touched between my ears. "I don't mind giving you a second round, you know."

"Mm. I'm also a bit, uh, worn out after the fight. Not as much energy as I'd like. I just need a few minutes."

That lovely tongue teased over my ears, one then the other. "Don't push yourself on my account, Genbi."

"I'm pushing myself because you look amazing, feel amazing, smell and taste amazing, and if I were any less responsible I'd want us to fuck until we pass out."

A shiver ran down his body under me. "That does sound fun. Maybe we quit with just enough energy to clean up before we hibernate?"

"Sounds like a plan."

It didn't take long for one of his paws to sneak down and caress me. Syreen had a surprising amount of dexterity and care even with the long claw on each digit. Slow, warm strokes with the softer hide between foredigit and thumb had me erect in moments, though he didn't do more than idly tease. I figured I had enough in me for one more round, at least.

The question was, repeat what worked, or get experimental?

"I wouldn't mind trying something new," Syreen said when I posed the question aloud. "I might have an idea."

"I'd love to hear it."

He released my chest from the other paw. "I'm thinking you between my legs so we can rub ourselves together until we make another mess."

I licked my lips and grinned. "I like it. Though," I said, on second thought, "I'm a good bit smaller, I wouldn't want you to feel unsatisfied."

Syreen's soft snort ruffled my head fur. "I won't lie that you are smaller. But. If I was unsatisfied, I wouldn't be courting you, let alone suggesting more fun." The tongue traced my ear again, slower. "If watching and feeling your pleasure isn't enough," he murmured, "then I can catch up until we're both sharing pleasure."

There really wasn't much I could argue against that. I checked my breath real quick. "There's something else I want to try, if you're open to it?" I turned, careful about kneeling or leaning too much weight on his chest, and brought my muzzle close to his.

"Go ahead," Syreen whispered, breath warm and pleasantly neutral-smelling on my face.

I touched our muzzles together, reaching up to hold his head. Humans tended to like a lot of lip motion, which wasn't quite feasible with either of us, so I was glad to kiss more wolf-style. My tongue brushed his lips, and when Syreen followed my lead our tongues met and mingled between us.

"That was nice," he said when we parted. "I haven't really done that before."

"I'll just have to teach you," I replied, and he followed my lead as I closed the gap again. This time I parted my muzzle and canted my head, letting our mouths press together better and our tongues more easily meet. Syreen was a quick learner, and soon my breath was picking up, a needful tingle in my sheath from the passion flaring between us.

"I want to do that more. Later." Syreen half-guided, half-carried me to the ground, and directed me towards his hindquarters once again. "Right now, we have a mess to make."

"Aye-aye, sir." My hand played over scales, fur, and scutes on the way down until I was, once again, atop his tail and between those thick legs.

And looked at Syreen, up and down.

Truth be told, I was still somewhat intimidated. Knowing that he was longer than tall, and much of that in the neck and tail, didn't change the very real perception that he was at_least_ four times my size. I'd known him for less than a week. Not that I hadn't jumped into bed once or twice with people I'd known for a time span measured in minutes, but...Have I gone mad? Or worse, is this all just a fever dream as an Astalos tears me apart?

I brought my fingers down to play with his slit.Eh, not much I can do if that's the case. Might as well enjoy it--especially if it is real. No sense worrying about the future when there was work to do in the present. 'Work' being getting my dick rubbed with a talking Mizutsune.

Well, I'd had weirder days.

... No, I hadn't, but the sex so far_had_ been worth it.

"So," I said, breaking the silence once Syreen leaned his head on a large cushion, watching me eagerly. "Do you want me to tease and warm you up, or dive right in? Slow, fast?"

"Warm up enough for both of us to get ready... and then I'll decide when I want to go from slow to fast," he replied, thick tail flexing a little under me.

"You got it." I put my hands to work as I had before, though with a little extra knowledge this time around. It didn't take long for him to slide into my hands. Or for me to get hard again, too. "Out of curiosity, how many times_could_ you fuck until you passed out?"

Syreen's body shuddered under me with his laughter. "I really do love the idea, in abstract. Right now, maybe... two or three more times before I won't want to move for a day? You?"

"I'd_really_ be pushing it after this. That fight was even more strenuous than I thought it would be."

"If you do need to change pace or position, please do let me know. I'm sure despite our differences we can be... flexible."

I brought the less messy of my hands up to my chin and mock-pondered it. "I'm not convinced, Syreen. We may have to experiment."

He huffed. "I suggest starting now. Your cock on me."

"How can I say no to that?"

His cock was nearly hard, so I gave it a few more strokes while I tried to figure out the best way we could rub together. I settled for rising up on my knees. The width of his tail meant I couldn't get as high or far forward as I wanted, which would be an issue if we got more passionate. Which we certainly would, I realized, as my cock brushed his larger length. So very_warm_ and even slicker than before. I used one hand to hold myself against him, rolling my hips, loving how intimate and yet carnal this act was. I'd done it before with one male partner only as foreplay. What we'd done next gave me an idea for next time.

My thoughts came back to the bewitching partner below me. My other hand moved up, thumb tracing each of those ridges--and when I ran it up several in a row, he whined and that large cock flexed firmly enough that I lost my grip on both.

"Sorry," Syreen said, a little breathless, "Sensitive. Good sensitive, just strong."

Once I'd gotten our cocks back together, I traced what felt like the biggest one. "So what I'm hearing is, at some point I need to really focus on them and see how wild I can drive you?"

Syreen shivered, though his expression seemed a mix between elation and a wince. "Well, too much too fast and it's over too quickly to really enjoy it."

"Fair," I said, pondering. Then I grinned while I stroked one back and forth. "So... Tease you for a while, get you good and needy." I scooted back on the tail long enough to bend down and give those ridges a lick from bottom to top. His cock flexed again, nearly bruising my nose, though this time I was more prepared.

"Ah, Genbi, you..." His fins folded back and he looked away, and was that a tinge of pink in them? Was he_blushing?_ "You, ah. Might have to tie me down for that."

I raised a brow. "I didn't know you were into that. I mean, I'm not judging, I can indulge you--

"No, not like that. Though if, maybe getting caught in something and thanking my rescuer, or a naughty monster being caught by a hunter and needing, I don't know, discipline or relief... um. I normally don't think about these things, but..."

I probably had the most wolfish of wolfy grins. "You don't have to justify anything, Syreen. Something like that could be_really_fun--I don't know if you could feel, but you're not the only one who throbbed at that."

The corners of his mouth lifted. "I thought so."

My other hand rolled around his tip, getting a squirm and a moan, distracting us for a moment. "Out of curiosity," I said once I'd recovered from the surge of pleasure his motions had given, "why the bindings, then? No, it's okay, I won't judge."

Syreen's fins slowly folded back out and he glanced at me. "... I'm worried if I'm that worked up, I... may not be completely in control of myself. I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you."

I nodded, connecting the dots despite the haze of lust over my mind. Or maybe it helped. "So, not so much you like being restrained, but you want to be safe in case you go out of your mind with lust and pleasure?"

"Yes," he murmured, freely leaking pre. "I'm doing a lot to control myself like this, don't--"

"I trust you," I said, cutting in. "At least, enough to know your limits."

His smile returned, wider. "Thank you."

"So," I said, moving my hips more, feeling the pleasure slowly building. "Now I'm stuck imagining how much more pleasure I can give you when we can be safe about it." I lifted one knee up between cock and thigh, trying to see if I could rub him more freely that way.

"Not to say you're not doing good now," he said.

"Part of me still can't believe I'm able to do this," I said, though a twinge in my leg and abdomen threatened to prove me wrong. "So--nnh--a hunter catching a Mizutsune, hmm? Males do get aggressive during mating season, that's, it's usually when we have to drive them off or catch and relocate..." I drifted off, slowing my strokes, realizing that might be a bad topic for several reasons.

"I'm not offended," he said. "I do get... restless, but not unreasonable."

"Stop me if I go too far, though."

"Of course. Don't stop now, though. Yes..."

I focused on rubbing myself on him, and his hips were starting to move too. The ridges felt strange, too large to be like the ones at the roof of our mouths but rather pleasant all the same.

"Maybe," I said, panting a little, "I get called out to deal with a captured Mizutsune with the Gift, and he lets slip that he's going mad from lust, and... well, what's a hunter to do but solve the problem?"

Syreen's breath came in a whine as he throbbed under me, pre freely flowing into my grip on his head. I switched with my other hand so I could put that slipperiness to good use.

"Of course, the hunter will have to be thorough in putting out that fire--aah, how are you even more drippy this time around?"

"Mmmh. Maybe this Mizutsune would have to reward the hunter for helping him..."

"Or--oh, sorry, let me just switch legs, not the best position. Um. Maybe it's a challenge, like, let me show you how a_real_ male handles a cock."

Another shiver, another tensing of his loins. "Or, or the hunter gets caught up in the lust--oh, what if, we could trade off giving pleasure, build our lust, our need..."

I felt hot under my fur. A good heat. "Fuck, Syreen, imagine us dripping on, on each other, even more than now, seeing how far we can go until we can't stop ourselves."

"_Yes._I want... sorry." He'd bucked his hips and I'd almost, _almost,_landed very poorly. Not to mention the rhythm was gone. "Would, ah! Wait. Another position, be easier?"

I pulled my hand away from his tip, though I did give it a slow lick while I thought. He, of course, squirmed at the show.Good. "My arms are getting tired, too, I hate to say." I still gave both of us a slow stroke, not wanting the mood to vanish.

He glanced at me, then at himself, then back. "... What if you lay on your back, up here?"

I blinked. Shifted his cock around and tried to imagine how I'd lay. "Worth a shot."

It took a little work to get my legs and tail from being in the way, and to get the angle right until Syreen brought pillows into the equation. Our cocks kept bumping into each other, which was a good sign, especially as I played with his to make sure he didn't go soft. The angle was wrong, though; I thought it might not work after all, until he lifted his hips, bringing his longer cock flush with mine.

While I couldn't rub his ridges as easily now, our tips were closer, letting us share pre--such a little thing, but I liked it. Judging by the sounds he made, so did he. Plus it didn't seem so daunting in comparison to mine at this angle.

"I like the feel of your fur," he murmured, one paw going to my chest. I assumed the other was supporting him.

I shifted my thighs where they lay on either side of his cock. "Not much I can do with my legs, so I'm glad you do."

"Now." His voice took on a deeper, dared I say more dominant timbre. I shivered. "Where were we?"

"Sharing pleasure," I said, and put my hands to work again.

The voice wasn't just for show. His first thrust was slow, cautious, letting me adjust. When I made a rather agreeable noise, he tried again, firmer, and before long we were both panting as we rubbed together with far less effort than before. So close, so hot, so messy and virile and_mine to enjoy..._

The bottom of my shaft from swelling base to pointed tip was being stroked by his cock. The mere thought of it, all that strength and size working with me for our pleasure, had me twitching and squirming before too long. Too late, I realized there was just enough pressure on my knot to feel_really_ good, and I couldn't reach his ridges as well, he didn't feel as close as I was--

"Not far," I gasped, trying to breathe steady, to hold back for his sake. Silly to expect we'd come at the same time first try, but, why not aim for it?

All my attempts at self-control, feeble as they were, fell apart as he growled and rather deliberately flexed his cock. "Do it, Genbi, finish for me, let me hear you enjoy it..."

_Well, fuck, I can't stop now._The pleasure became all-consuming, thoughts of holding back washed away, my back arching, grip tightening, stroking us faster, my knot pinned between him and me and if I squeezed it more directly--

"Aaaahaaaah--"

"Good, good wolf, let it out," Syreen purred, the words probably registering amid the rushing in my ears but I was too far gone to care, not that I ignored him. No, I stiffened, shook, waves of tension and then the hot, thick spurts of my seed along his cock, landing on my chest and belly, his low purr only adding to the ecstasy, the touch of tongue on my ear reminding me what that tongue could do and another spurt came as I tensed again, trying not to writhe too much because his cock was just so hot, so_hard,_ and I wanted all of it, I was making a mess of it and myself and I just wanted more, even though the throbbing was fading I felt like if I moved more, stroked more, I could draw it out...

I let it relax and just breathed, hard, enjoying the pleasure as it ebbed. Syreen had stopped moving, though he was still twitching against me, a near-constant slippery thread of pre fattened by droplets making even more of a mess of me.

"Your turn," I said, forcing myself to think through the warm haze threatening to lull me to going limp.

"I can wait a minute," he said, probably not realizing I could feel him trying not to squirm, to thrust more. I was still pressed against him, after all. "If you need to--"

"Your. Turn." Pressed against him. Of course. I remembered my earlier reminiscing. "Let me try something."

My thighs were already on either side of him, though dry fur might not be the most comfortable once he got moving. I scooped my fingers through the puddle on my belly and over his tip, getting a soft gasp from him, and slicked up the sides of his cock. Hopefully it'd be enough.

I brought my thighs together and gave a testing squeeze.

"There we go," I said, moving my knees up just enough to brace my feet on his tail, crossed my ankles, and readjusted my balls lest they get squished. Not the best setup, but from his shudder, one he could feel better than hands alone. "Try thrusting now, go on."

He did, and I put my fingers to use squeezing and stroking in time with his pushes. At first he sped up like he wanted to rut, but then slowed to a steady, smooth pace--and that's when he started moaning and tensing.

"You got me, now I've got you," I said, figuring out when to tense my thighs so he'd enjoy it the most. I couldn't keep it up for too long. I didn't have to. "You're so thick, I want to hold all of you. Wrap myself around you, take everything you can give me."

Syreen whined. "Wouldn't... fit." And yet, his cock throbbed again.Interesting. Right now, I'd agree with him, but maybe with practice... a_lot_ of practice.

"Don't worry about that right now," I purred, "just imagine it. I'm yours right now, all yours." A hunch popped in my mind. "Claim me, mark me, give me your seed, Syreen.Mate me."

It was his turn to arch, though I had to give a strong squeeze and sit up enough to stroke his ridges before he started shaking. Sonorous moans got louder as he throbbed, then spasmed, his cock getting even more rigid atop me. Much as I wanted to watch, I didn't want cum up my nose, so I looked up--

His first spurt only hit my chest, but the second hit my throat, muzzle, his chest... and still managed to nearly drip into my nostrils. I snorted, turning my head a little, getting my cheek and half my ear painted, and again, and_again..._ I was glad I had my eye closed. Daring, I opened my muzzle, lolled out my tongue, and caught a little of the last few shots before it settled to a spasmic flow, then a trickle.Fuck, was I a mess now. And I had to admit, I sort of loved it. I'd just gotten him off with my body. Sort of a shame he had to wait between tries like I did. Though, when we were less tired...

... Was I really thinking of repeatedly jerking, sucking, and rubbing him off until I was basically bathed in his cum, his scent?

I was. The idea didn't exactly make me hard again or anything, but, it seemed a lot more intriguing than it should. I swirled some of it around on, and in, my fur.So much.

Syreen's unsteady chuckle came from above me, and I tilted my uncovered eye to see him looking down at me. "Marking you..." he said, shivering as his nostrils flared. "You certainly smell like me now."

I grinned, trying to wipe the mess away from my other eye, at least. "I'm not sure where that idea came from. Can't complain with the results."

"I... hadn't really considered it before. But you'd talked about scent being important, and it felt like, I think, like a sign you really wanted our, ah, intimacy."

"I do," I said, tentatively opening my eye before I reached up and patted his neck. "Proper scent marking isn't really something wolves do--well, I think_some_ do it, but it's seen as either an old tradition or really eccentric?" I licked my muzzle, tasting him, and chuckled. "Not to say I don't mind, given how much it set you off. And it was pretty fun."

He glanced away, pink tinging his fins, but they didn't fold back. "... you might have awakened a desire or two in me."

"Like I said, we'll have to experiment. If you want, of course."

"I do. If you want to keep... this isn't the best time for deep discussion, but, would you consider staying a few more days? I wouldn't want to interfere with your duties, of course."

I extricated myself enough to turn and put one foot on the ground, letting me rest on his furred chest and better meet his gaze. "I mean, I don't even have to report the quest complete yet, though I'd have to let them know I'm staying in the field either way. The exact text of the bill was that you needed help defending your territory."

"And dealing with a hostile monster," Syreen said. "Which we did."

"We did," I said, stroking my fingers through his fur, "but, I imagine you want to reestablish what the Astalos took? Or at least part of it? I don't want to sound like I'm inviting myself, or anything."

"I did invite you, though." Syreen's head dipped to nuzzle between my ears. "It wouldn't hurt to have a hunter helping me patrol, share meals... explore how much pleasure we can give each other..."

I grinned and leaned up, kissing him. From the way he licked my muzzle, he could taste himself on me. My loins stirred, though I knew if I went again I'd pass out afterwards with an even more thorough mess drying in my fur.

"Much as I like having your scent on me," I said, moving to stand and already feeling some stiffness and soreness setting in, "why don't we go wash off? I could use some food and a nap. Maybe not in that order."

"A good idea," he replied, carefully standing and stretching while I gathered a towel, disc of soap, and brush.

At his suggestion we went a little ways upstream to find a quiet flow that went from shallow at one end to neck-deep near the other. A short ways from us I could see what looked like a shallow marsh. A couple insects danced around in the early afternoon sun. He helped bathe me, not that I was going to complain. I helped in return with fur and some of his scales. The water was still chilly when I dove in to rinse, at least until I nestled up to Syreen's comforting warmth. If anything, the brisk flow kept me from nodding off under the warmth of the sun.

Despite his earlier boast, Syreen's fins were drooping somewhat when we returned, and only our growling stomachs kept us from falling asleep right away. More smoked meat along with some sort of vegetable mix sated one need. Consciousness abandoned us once we had a nest of cushions and found a comfortable position to cuddle.

Aside from pleasure and good company, his scent was taking on another meaning.

Safe.

---

"Here, set your pack down on this rock. Your outerwear, too."

I did so, and worked some lingering soreness out of my muscles and joints. We'd napped through the entire afternoon and evening, woken only for bodily needs and the occasional change of position. A rich, hot dinner made for a relaxing evening of idle conversation--bits of our pasts, thoughts of the future--and I'd helped him stretch and put on ointments to ease our strains and light injuries. A good night's sleep had helped further. We'd shared a slow, gentle coupling after a morning meal.

Now, he wanted to show me something near where we'd bathed.

"This is something of a favorite spot of mine," Syreen said, "and you'll see why in a moment. Come here, please."

"Sure," I said, stepping out into the water with him. It looked to be ankle-deep at most, and fairly thick with grasses. I hadn't gotten a good look the previous day at the channels of the marsh weaving through a few standing rocks. "Hopefully there's no leeches."

"I had one under a scale once, bubblefoam made quick work of it. So, if it weren't for the rocks this would have been an even better place to fight the Astalos. The shallow water is_perfect_ for sliding around. Anyway, I wanted to answer a question you had earlier."

"It does look nice," I said, studying the lightly waving grasses. My ears flicked towards a bird call in one of the nearby trees. I stroked over Syreen's scales and fur. "What was the question?"

Too late, I looked back to Syreen to see a wide grin on his muzzle. I saw the sheen on his purple fur, from chest to the tail that had coiled halfway around us, cutting off my route back to 'shore.' I felt the slickness on my hand, the change in the water under us.

The first bubbles formed as I dug my feet in, reaching out to brace myself on the only solid surface nearby: the scales of a deviously chuckling Mizutsune.

My hand slid off. A nudge from his hips had me step without thinking, and I found I had no footing. Everything was turning to slippery suds, made worse because unlike the trails I'd practiced against, the perpetrator was still right there with me.

"You devious--" I started, only to finally slip from one more gentle push. I didn't dare grab the fins, and the scales held no purchase for one of my hands. Especially when Syreen pushed himself into a lazy, effortless circle around me. I splashed into the water... not so much water, now, it was all bubbles. The suds drew into my fur and flaunted even the idea of friction. All I could do was flail around, thankful that the inches of water wouldn't submerge me. Getting it on my face would be annoying.

"The question was, 'I'm going to get bubblefoamed, aren't I?' You_did_lose our little bet, after all..." The long claws on his paws gave her purchase I couldn't hope for, easily guiding those graceful movements around me--which also spread the damn bubbles even further. "You have a cleanser in that pack, right?"

I _had_lost the bet, it was true. Despite the mirth there was a glimmer of something else in Syreen's eyes, something about the way he held his fins. Concern? It was one thing to make a silly bet like this, but entirely another to actually do it.

I smiled, and tried to shift onto my knees. "I do." Maybe I could scoot my way across, somehow. The foam was even worse than trying to move on glaze ice.

"You should probably get it," he said, grin returning in force, "or I'll be having fun with my wolf for quite a while." That yellow tongue brushed my lips, then his paw nudged me until I was skidding slowly on my butt.

"You're on," I said, figuring out how to brace myself until the next 'attack' came. Syreen wasn't moving as fast as I'd seen during practice, let alone the fight. This was all just for fun. Not that I didn't plan on grabbing that bottle at the first chance I got.

After all, the surest way to lose to a large monster was to give up.