The Retreat
What's that? Fae? He lives? Well, more or less. Been a while since I put anything here, and since I never could leave things I'd written alone for too long, figured I'd whack it up here. Wrote this for a person who was able to give me the burst of creativity I needed to get out of a little slump. He knows who he is. Anyway, enjoy!
The Retreat
It was their spot.
Their retreat, their refuge from the world at large. Their place of rest, their place of content, and their place of togetherness. It was the place where they had first met, and the place where they went to escape all the trials and complexities of their lives.
It was a glade, about the size of a small backyard in the middle of a forest about five miles from their hometown. It was a place only they knew of. It was a place only they visited. Their retreat.
He arrived there in the late afternoon, just as he had been instructed. A single, solitary dingo dressed in naught but his own fur, also as he'd been instructed. The dingo's brilliant green eyes scanned the path to their glade, the foliage bathed in the radiant orange light of a setting summer sun as he walked.
The dingo remembered the first time they had traveled to their little glade as if it had happened only yesterday, but the scene before him was not the same as it was back then. It was changed, it was different, and it drew a surprised gasp from his muzzle.
Standing before the amazed dingo and covering the plush grass of the glade was an ankle-deep layer of soft, red and white rose petals. Tall, thick candles stood over those petals, as if sprouting from the bed of roses to birth their light across the glade.
And him. The one that took his breath away. A wolf, his wolf, standing a little taller than the dingo himself and coated in his brilliant jet-black fur, shimmering in the light of a golden sunset. No clothing adorned his body just as with the dingo, leaving the wolf covered in little more than his fur and his warm, loving smile. The wolf's arms were folded, a red rose clasped in his left paw and a white rose held in his right, a beckoning, come-hither smile on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye.
The dingo crossed the glade in but a second, wrapping his arms around his wolf and embracing him tightly. He smiled up into his mate's eyes, bright green connecting with vivid blue before their muzzles met, lips meshing passionately together.
Twin roses fell from lupine paws as his wolf tightly returned the embrace, one arm wrapping around the dingo's middle while the other slipped a little lower to encircle his waist. Beneath the paw the wolf could feel his dingo's tail moving by itself, wagging back and forth excitedly. Slowly he parted his lips and leaned into the kiss, his tongue venturing forth and lightly running over his dingo's lips.
With a quiet, almost inaudible moan the dingo responded in kind, his muzzle opening invitingly and his tongue slipping forth to beckon his lover deeper into the kiss. A blush tinged the cheeks beneath the wolf's black fur as he slipped a hand down the dingo's back a little ways, stroking softly over his rump, giving a gentle squeeze and drawing a soft murr of approval from his lover.
The dingo gently drew back from the kiss, murring quietly himself as he looked up into his wolf's eyes. The lupine gazed softly back down into his dingo's own eyes as he slipped his paws back around the smaller canine, resting both paws on the dingo's hips and squeezing gently.
Pressing himself forward softly the dingo held his body tight against his wolf, laying his head on his lover's chest. A soft breeze rippled that luxurious black fur, tickling softly at the dingo's nose. He closed his eyes and smiled contently for a moment, reveling in the warmth of his mate, before those eyes shot open and a renewed blush spread across his face.
He cast a glance down quickly, drawing his body back and away from the wolf for a moment. The dingo's eyes focused on that touch he'd felt against his belly, the distinct feel of the tapered tip of growing lupine arousal. He looked upwards at his wolf again and smiled coyly, that smile growing only larger as he noticed the tinge of pink on his lover's cheeks.
The dingo slipped one of his paws back from around the wolf, stroking a single finger slowly down over his hip and along a thigh, slowly looking back down at the thick, red shaft gradually emerging from an ebon-furred sheath. His smile grew wider still as he extended a second finger, gently running it up the underside of the wolf's malehood.
The shiver that ran through the wolf's body only spurred the dingo on as he gently wrapped his entire paw around that growing shaft, squeezing it gently. His wolf began to release a soft, breathy groan before he was silenced, the dingo leaning up to softly kiss his lips. His wolf responded in kind, squeezing the dingo back against him tightly as he passionately returned the kiss.
For a long moment the dingo merely held there, one soft paw pumping slowly along his wolf's length, his lips gentle against his love's muzzle. Slowly he drew back, smiling softly and offering a parting lick to his wolf's lips. His paw squeezed gently down over his lover's malehood, eliciting another shudder and quiet groan from his wolf, before the dingo released that shaft from his grip.
The wolf opened his eyes, looking down at the dingo almost as if to ask why he had stopped, but words would not come to his mouth. He was greeted with the sight of that dingo smiling up at him as he sank gracefully down to his knees before his lover, only to lean up and softly nuzzle up along his partner's wolfhood.
His own shaft starting firm within his thickening sheath, the dingo lowered his head once again, pressing his nose softly up into the base of that lupine length and inhaling deeply. He shivered as the intoxicating scent of his wolf's orbs and their strong musk filled his nostrils, the scent only fuelling his growing needs. He lifted his head up and opened his mouth with fervent want, moving forward and encasing the tip of the wolf's shaft within the warm, wet confines of his muzzle.
He slid his tongue along the underside of his wolf's length as he moved forward, taking more and more of that thick shaft into his mouth. Above him he could hear a soft, encouraging moan from his lover before a paw gently came to rest on the back of his head, gently urging him all the way down. Only too happy to comply, the dingo pressed himself quickly all the way down, devouring the remainder of that shaft in one smooth movement, causing the paw on the back of his head to squeeze down tightly on his fur, the wolf above him gasping quietly in pleasure.
He drew himself back, tongue sliding wetly over every inch of the wolf's member, savoring the taste as a dribble of his lover's pre started to leak from his tip. He murred quietly around that shaft as he started to bob his head slowly up and down, shifting his weight to one paw as the other moved to gently wrap around his own aching length. He shivered in pleasure as he felt along his malehood, moving his paw in time with the bobbing of his head.
The paw on the back of his head slipped forward, squeezing gently at one of the dingo's ears as he suckled on his partner's wolfhood, lips wrapped tightly around it as he moved back and forth. His tongue moved as he did, lapping forward along every inch, lapping along the side of that lupine shaft, only to move back with his muzzle and slide over his mate's sensitive tip.
The wolf tilted his head back, closing his eyes and moaning softly up to the auburn sun. As the dingo drew back from him the wolf squeezed gently on his ear, thrusting slowly forward and along his tongue. His moan grew deeper as his entire body shuddered in pleasure, his shaft pulsing and rewarding the dingo with a quick spurt of his pre.
Now moaning softly himself around his filled muzzle, the dingo wrapped the arm supporting his weight around his partner's waist, holding himself upright with a paw squeezing softly at the wolf's rump, encouraging his hips forward. He pushed himself down onto his lover's shaft, swallowing around it hard for a moment before pulling back. Above him, his wolf shook again with pleasure and the paw on his ear tightened its hold a little further.
After a moment the dingo felt a gentle tug on his ear, a hint from the wolf above him to draw back up and off his slick length. The dingo partially complied, slipping his lips slowly up and back to the tip of the wolf's member, nursing softly upon its tapered tip as he looked up into his love's eyes. He listened as his wolf explained to him what he desired, and despite his filled muzzle, a smile spread across the dingo's lips and he nodded.
Slowly he eased himself back down over his wolf's length, lapping over every single inch of its flesh. His eyes remained focused steadily upwards on the face of his mate, the wolf gazing warmly back down at him and smiling cheekily, the intent behind that smile enough to send a little preemptive thrill through the dingo's body.
He lifted his muzzle off his wolf's shaft, the saliva-slicked flesh glistening in the afternoon light. Reclining back gently into the rose petals, the dingo lifted a paw and waved the wolf down beside him, laying himself down on his back and splaying out before his lover.
He watched as his wolf slowly knelt down at his feet, planting his paws on the petal-coated grass and slowly crawled closer to the dingo offered before him. That dingo smiled softly as the wolf's paws stroked up along his legs to entice them apart. A soft, warm breeze kicked up a handful of petals, tossing them across their fur as their fingers roamed each others bodies.
A short gasp escaped the dingo's lips as one of the wolf's paws slipped up and under his body, stroking gently over his backside. He closed his eyes, releasing a soft sigh as he felt a single, lupine digit stroking down between his cheeks, the finger drifting lightly over his entrance. At a word from his wolf his legs spread a little wider, his back arching a little as he offered himself up to his lover.
The wolf smiled as he spread the cheeks of his dingo's rump with a pair of fingers, exposing that tight little tailhole to the open air. After a moment and a quick lick along a finger, he reached down with his other hand and pressed his wet digit against the dingo's waiting entrance.
Gasping once again at the feel of that damp finger pressing into himself, the dingo fought to relax his muscles as his body trembled with excitement. His own shaft stood tall above him, a little bead of his pre forming at his tip for a moment before rolling slowly down his shaft's underside.
Teasing gently at his dingo's sensitive tailring, the wolf leaned forward to gently lap from the bottom of that canine shaft to the tip, sending a shiver right through his mate's body and drawing a needy, heady moan from his dingo's muzzle. Unable to deny him any longer, the wolf pressed forward with that slick finger, teasing the tight muscle open before it and finally slipping that digit inside the dingo.
Another quiet moan rose from the dingo's muzzle and his legs spread a little wider at the feeling, his internal muscles relaxing for a moment as his mate's finger pushed up inside him. He gasped as he felt that finger rubbing up against his inner walls, arching his back further as he pressed himself down against the digit, muscles squeezing gently around it.
Murring softly above him, the wolf only smiled wider and trailed a second finger around the first, teasing his slightly stretched entrance. He chuckled quietly as the panting canine beneath him pleaded for more, begged him to add that second finger to the first. For a moment the wolf denied his dingo, merely wriggling that first digit slowly inside him and causing his mate to softly whine with need.
Finally he relented, applying a little more pressure with that second finger, and gently easing it inside his squirming mate. The dingo beneath him panted harder for a moment before he stilled his breath, feeling his tailring stretched wide enough to take that second finger inside himself. His muscles twitched tightly against the digit, squeezing down around it softly, but not enough to impede its motion.
Tightly closing his eyes, the dingo lay his head back against the soft ground and sighed as he felt his wolf wriggling those two fingers deep inside his warm passage. He parted his lips, releasing a quiet groan as the fingers within him shifted, slipping back and dragging against his sensitive inner walls. That groan turned suddenly to a loud, surprised gasp as those two fingers jabbed back into him quickly, pressing right up against his prostate.
For a moment the dingo could do nothing but lay there, his body squirming as his mate stroked that one sweet spot within him, setting his body burning with pleasure, the sensations alighting along every nerve. Behind closed eyelids he saw stars, quiet moans of love and ecstasy escaping his lips.
Those fingers pulled back slowly, finally drawing out of the dingo's body and rewarding the wolf with a dazed-sounding murr from the prone canine. The dingo opened his eyes slowly and looked up into the face of his wolf, blushing softly at the sight of his love, the sun behind him sheathing him in an aura of gold. With a shaking paw the dingo reached up, taking one of his wolf's paws in a soft grip and warmly smiling.
He watched his wolf smile back, the taller lupine shifting a little closer to the dingo, leaning over him from between his legs. Reaching out, the dingo stroked softly down the side of his wolf's still-hard length, taking a long, slow breath as he arched his back and ran his thighs against his wolf's hips. He guided his lover's slick tip in towards his waiting entrance, legs spreading a little wider as his body shook with anticipation.
The dingo shivered softly with need as he felt the wolf rubbing his tip against him, feeling his mate tease his tailhole. Giving a quiet, desire-laden whimper of need, the dingo reached up and grasped one of his mate's arms, squeezing it tightly. He whimpered again, wordlessly begging the wolf above to take him.
His whimpers transmuted into moans once more as he felt his wolf grant his wish, the wolf's hips pushing forward gently. For a moment the dingo's tight entrance resisted the wolf's girthy shaft, that tip seemingly too big for his tense tailring. Eventually though the dingo relaxed, his tailhole relenting and slowly spreading wide to accept that tapered lupine tip inside. Time seemed to slow, the universe fading from the dingo's vision as more and more of that thick, lengthy shaft filled him.
The sudden, slow movement of his love's hips jerked him quickly back to reality. His eyes shot open with a gasp, one arm wrapping around his wolf's shoulders as the lupine ground his hips firmly against the dingo's rump, shifting the wolf's length inside his warm, tight confines.
The dingo groaned as the wolf drew back for a moment only to gently push back in and grind hips against backside once more, the canine arching his back to push back in against his wolf. His own shaft throbbed hard, a dribble of his pre trickling down its side. He smiled softly up at the wolf, squeezing softly down around the member buried to the hilt inside him.
The soft groan of his wolf sent a little thrill along the dingo's spine, murring softly as he pressed down into his mate's hips, squeezing his legs against the wolf's sides. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of his lover inside him, his body slowly adjusting to that familiar presence. He lifted his paws softly, one rubbing over the wolf's chest, and the other gently trailing up and down a black-furred side.
Slowly, gently, he felt his wolf draw his hips back away from him. Their bodies parted for a moment, the warmth inside the dingo slipping back. For a moment he squeezed his eyes shut a little tighter, his muscles gently tugging back at his wolf. Silently, he pleaded that he not be left empty, that he have his mate inside him again.
That wish was granted, both bodies rising as the two lovers moaned sharply, the wolf driving his hips forward again to once more sheath himself within his dingo. Again he drew back and again he pushed forward, the sounds of the breeze, the birds and the rest of the glade all drowned out by the sound of their passion.
The dingo wrapped his legs tighter around his wolf's hips as the movements started to come faster, becoming more fluid. Within him the dingo could feel his lover's shaft pulsing, could feel the pre spurting inside him and easing the friction of the shaft pumping back and forth. He squeezed down softly around that length, urging more of his love's pre into him with each thrust.
One of the wolf's paws came down, tenderly stroking a pair of fingers down his dingo's cheeks. The canine opened his eyes, looking up to meet the gaze of his wolf. He lifted himself up slowly, feeling his wolf wrap a pair of strong arms around his middle, drawing their two bodies close together.
Against his chest, the dingo could feel his lover's heart beating with his own, the pace of both quickening as he squeezed down on the wolfhood moving back and forth within him. He leaned forward, bidden by his wolf's paw on the back of his neck, pressing his lips against those of the wolf he loved. Their bodies entwined, the only movement that of lupine hips against canine rump, everything around them frozen in time, in that one kiss.
Their tongues meshed as closely as their arms, as their hearts, their passion pouring uninterrupted from one to the other, eruptions of renewed emotion sending lightening along their nerves, electrifying every touch, every caress, every taste, every scent, every feeling. The two bodies melted away in their embrace, and they were one.
Time ceased to have meaning, and all that existed was the feel of their bodies together; the feel of taking and being taken, of offering and of giving, the embrace of those caught up in the whirlwinds of passion. Around them the wind picked up, kicking up a flurry of rose petals, but neither noticed.
His muscles spasmed, the dingo squeezing down hard on the lupine shaft inside him. Their pace quickened, their bodies growing hotter even as the light of day faded away. Their breath came quick and shallow through their noses as their tongues danced together, both panting heavily as intense pleasure raced through their bodies. His tail curled up and around the waist of his wolf as he ground himself down into every thrust, drawing back from the kiss to tilt his head up, loudly crying the name of his lover.
The dingo's moan grew in volume, his body shuddering as pleasure raced through him at the sensation of his wolf's teeth raking softly over his neck. His cries doubled in volume as his shaft slid through his mate's fur, throbbing heavily. His muscles tightened further around that lupine malehood, squeezing it tightly as if to never be without it.
The wolf's paws dropped to the canine's hips, squeezing them just as tightly as he nibbled and licked and kissed along that exposed neck, his panted breath cool against the dingo's wet flesh. His fur was matted, damp with the sweat of their passions, the glade drenched in the scent of their musk.
His knot swelled as he grew closer, the pace of his thrusting growing as the need to seed his dingo began to take over him. The wolf leaned in and bit down softly into his dingo's neck, his hips moving faster, harder, deeper, his growing knot tugging insistently at his lover's tailring.
The dingo only squeezed down tighter on that shaft as it thrust forward into him, moaning quietly in need as his own shaft twitched, his pre soaking into his wolf's chestfur. He relaxed as he felt that length slipping back out of him again, only to tighten himself further as it pushed back inside him. His body grew only hotter as his own knot formed, paws clutching tightly at his mate's fur.
Shuddering in pleasure, the dingo felt one of his wolf's paws slipping around his shaft, wrapping around it tightly. His legs tightened their hold on his mate's middle as he bucked back down against an inward thrust. His knot flared to its full size, and lupine fingers wrapped around it to squeeze tightly.
The world exploded in a flash of white. The glade, the forest, the world, the universe, everything vanished. Arching his back the dingo howled, pleasure blanking his mind, leaving him no sense of anything but the heat burning his nerves, and the body of the wolf against and inside him.
His hips pushed up against that squeezing paw, shaft pulsing as it soaked the wolf in his essence. With every throb of his malehood the wolf could feel his mate squeezing back down against himself, his inner walls tightly gripping that shaft, coaxing it closer to climax.
As he squeezed down he felt that full feeling leave him almost completely, his wolf drawing all but his tip out. Before he could say anything, before he could even think, the dingo cried out with renewed pleasure, his tailhole spasming as the wolf's knot forced its way inside him, stretching him wider still. The sensation sent a fresh spurt of seed from his own tip, even as he felt the shaft within him throb and pulse with released pressure, the tapered tip of his mate's malehood erupting deep inside him.
Even as his own climax started to fade, and the world started to come back into focus, he could feel his wolf grinding his hips against him, that thick length seeding him, painting his insides with the very essence of his lover. That liquid warmth filled his innermost reaches, and he squeezed his wolf, inside and out, with reignited passion.
Slowly, regretfully, the flow of lupine seed slowed to a trickle within the dingo. He sighed softly, relaxing gently around that length and sagging forward against his mate. He panted heavily, eyes closing as he reveled in the afterglow of their passion, the body against his own still burning with heat.
He tilted his head up slowly, looking up at the face of the wolf. The dingo blushed softly as he looked up into eyes that were already studying him, gazing down and into him with such a depth and intensity that he could not break contact.
Slowly he reached up, stroking a trembling paw along his wolf's cheek, cupping it gently. He leaned forward and finally closed his eyes, bringing their lips together, their bodies once more melting against each other.
And under the gaze of a rising moon, illuminated by the flickering light of a dozen brightly burning candles, the two were one once again.
Mmm, that was fun to write. Hope it was liked!