Relations-Ch.1 Anniversary
The morning light breaks through a white lace curtain, the small ray of the sunrise brightens an occupied bedroom. The soft light is matched by low breathing by two sleeping inhabitants who share a large, warm bed. Although their sizes differ they share a vast amount alike, as lovers often do. The larger a magnificent specimen of a Siberian Tiger, large and powerfully built. While this large tiger lays quietly sleeping on his side, he faces his companion's back. The smaller companion is sleeping just as soundly, a thin yet muscular gray wolf keeps the shared bed warm. As the day begins and the sun shifts through the sky so does the gray wolf from his slumber. A deep breath picks up the scent of the previous night's arousal, reminding him of the wonderful night he had with his partner, the love of his life and the feeling was mutual. Oron slowly opens his eyes, taking in the dimly lit bedroom he shared with his lover and confidant of 3 years. He turns his heads back to his sleeping tiger, amused at how cute and gentle his strong, large Will was.
Oron lifts the sheet leaving the warm bed, his eyes adjusting to the growing light as he makes his way to the bathroom. As he enters he turns a small dial to slowly brighten a large bathroom designed like it was used by a celebrity. Passing a large mirror Oron catches a quick glimpse of himself, at 27 years old and weighing a fit 190 lbs he was a ideal example of a wolf. His gray fur waves through the air, the few hairs of silver are caught in the light. Opening a large glass door he twists two small knobs and water begins to spray out from a showerhead above. After checking the temperature, Oron steps in and enjoys the warm water rinsing his body. After every inch has been soaked he reaches for a small Old Spice bottle and pours it on his paws. Scrubbing his body he even carefully scratches his skin to ensure a deep clean, needing to clean out the dried sex that stained his fur. Above the noise of the water spraying he hears footsteps coming towards the shower and the door opens, the large orange and black creature has awakened and joins his lover. As the large, stripped arms bring Oron closer he hears a deep, familiar voice, 'Happy Anniversary Oron.'
"Happy Anniversary, how'd you remember it was today?"
"I'll never forget the day we met, it's the day you made my life better."
"Hmpf, you certainly were the romantic type. And I'm lucky to have found you too." With those words Oron reaches up and kisses his William, a deep and passionate kiss they shared many times before. Their breathes and tongues find each other, even their paws connect in embrace. The heat of their rising embrace begin to fog the glass of the shower, a truly steaming scene.
Oron is the first to break the kiss, "don't you think it's too early for a morning quickie?"
"When have we ever had a quickie?"
"Well that's your fault, you just make it so wonderful I never want to stop."
"Hah, my bad. But I think we can at least have something to start out the day with." William lowers his large paw to Oron's groin, clutching to the wet sheath. Oron lets out a gasp of excitement, his sheath being caressed, the tender organ begins to grow hard. Gaining back some sense Oron reaches down onto Will's own sheath, the larger organ lying inside. Both rubbing in synch with each other, only Oron is the first to begin peaking. The pink shaft begins exiting its home and wave in the steamy air. Will looks down and smiles ate his partner's enjoyment in his touch. His own sex was getting hard, the bulbous head starts to slip out of his sheath, the glorious head layered with small points. Oron breathes hard just to even stand up, lost in a euphoria Will knew he could achieve. Lowering himself, Will lightly licks the canine cock, sending shivers through Oron's body. Now Will is treated to the sight of Oron's shaft, hard and slick oozing pre. Oron leans against the wall as his legs began to lose strength from the tongue treatment he was receiving, Will's smooth tongue licks up the entire length.
Panting Oron nearly pleads with his tormentor, "oh gods, you never disappoint do you?"
"Heh, only to make it better for you." Soon he takes the tip of the cock in his warm maw, Oron claws the wall and clenches his breath through his teeth. Suckling the head, Will begins to go ever slowly down the shaft, knowing his cruel teasing would bring the wolf into the brink of an exploding orgasm.
"Will...huff huff, please..."
"Mmm, since you asked so nicely." Then Will swallowed the wolf cock in one gulp, his throat and tongue granting every pleasure to the invader, soon came a loud howl that could shatter the glass of the shower. Will tastes the warm wolf seed flowing down his throat, not allowing even one drop slip away. He slowly lets the spent cock slip out of his maw, looking up at the complete satisfaction on Oron's face.
"I take it you enjoyed it?"
Oron's muzzle hangs open gasping for air, "you really...know...just what...I like."
"Heh, it's a mutual enjoyment."
"Well, lets see if I can match that."
"Believe it or not I think you drained me out last night, your nice little wolf ass never disappoints."
"I guess I'll take that as a complement." Oron lowers to share a creamy kiss with Will, tasting his own seed as their tongues reunite in a hot wrestle. After what seemed like ages they break their kiss, Oron continuing his way down. He nuzzles Will's stomach fur, feeling the deep purr of his lover's contentment. He finally comes in sight of his great desire, although he's familiar with it after many acts of love making, the large cock stands strong. At a glorious 8 inches, the bulbous mushroom-like head carries small bumps like tiny needles to excite its receiver.
"Now this doesn't look at all used."
"It has a mind of its own, that's why its called ‘head'."
"Then let's see what he's thinking." With one long, very slow lick Oron laps up the large kitty cock and sends an intense tingle throughout Will. At the tip pre is oozing, adding to the flavor of raw meat. "Mmm, my favorite." Oron knows just as well how to tease, licking and suckling the head. Looking up he can see the lust building in Will's eyes, his cue to go further. Taking the head he starts only a few inches sucking the head, generating a low growl from Will. With every bob he goes further down, until he can feel the large, pointed head at his throat. With expertise his throat relaxes and massages the growing, sensitive head. The steam of the shower gets even hotter and fogs up the entire bathroom, the scent of raw sex joins the steamy air.
Will's paws stroke Oron's head, a sign of pure approval. With little force he pulls Oron closer until his lips reach Will's crotch fur. With one deep roar, a surge of hot tiger seed breaks free and Oron swallows with gusto and drive. After a few moments of gushes, Will's finally empty and Oron pulls off gasping for air. Falling back against the shower wall Will breathes heavily as Oron, on his knees and licking up delicious cream, gets up and shares another passionate kiss. With the shower running the water begins to rinse off the evidence of love making, the two euphoric creatures embrace for further union.
After actually showering and preparing for the day, Will puts on a pressed navy suit, white button shirt and black tie. Oron sits on the edge of their bed, kicking his legs in the air like a little child. "Can't you just call in today? You said its our anniversary."
"Hah, someone's gotta bring in the money. Can't always rely on you and your writer's blocks."
"You implying what I do isn't actual work?"
"Lounging around the apartment staring at a blank paper doesn't bring in as much money as it used to."
"Guess that's why I got you," Oron jumps and clings to his professional looking kitty. "Guess that makes me you boy toy."
"Hah, that reminds me, need to find that receipt."
"Why you!" Oron tries to pull the larger tiger down, only finding this ‘rough' play even more funnier with his lover in a tailored suit. Finally settling down they hug once again, "just want you home all day."
"Tell you what, got a surprise for you. Get ready tonight around 8 o'clock, made reservations at Juliens."
"Juliens? How'd you manage that?"
"I've got ways. Remember, be ready at 8. Want us to have a nice anniversary dinner."
"Not even married yet and your treating me to fancy dinners. I must be the luckiest dog in the world."
"Who knows? Maybe tonight you'll get even luckier."