Living the Daydream
#3 of A Weekend at the Realm
Alrighty, finally got this one done with. I have been working on this and the next one every spare moment for the last few months. I wanted to get them perfect, so I hope you enjoy them.
Now then, without any further ado, the next chapter of A weekend at the Realm, for your viewing pleasure.
As always, comments are requested and appreciated.
continued from 'Massaging the soul...'
Redtail lounged back in the hammock, looking up at the few feathery clouds that drifted by above him, his hands folded on his chest, his legs crossed at the ankles. Letting out a pleased sigh, he allowed himself a smile; it had been quite a day, to say the least. Shaking his head and chuckling slightly, the red furred fox marveled at that thought. This place, this day, had been a dream come true; from the moment he had first tasted the Foxfire, he had dwelled within a fantasy made real. A day? How could it only be a day? It seemed like weeks, months even. There were even a few moments today where he had truthfully begun to feel that this was what he always had been, and this was where he had always lived. As if being a human was merely a very strange, and very long lasting dream. Such thoughts were nonsense of course, but still, it was fun to indulge the possibility. It certainly would have been wonderful if that were the case. He was utterly content, the stress that had brought him here nothing more than a distant, and un-mourned, memory, something that belonged to the world outside this valley; somewhere in the vague past. Here, now, was what really mattered.
Even as he watched, the clouds were just starting to take on the hues of the sun that was setting behind the ridge, and he drew in a deep, sweet scented breath of air, nice and slow to savor it. Even breathing was a fulfilling activity here, the cool mountain air filled with so many scents, he could have gladly spent the entire weekend sorting through them. He could smell the trees that surrounded the small cabin spa, the sweet wild grass, the many aromas of the myriad wildflowers and undergrowth. He could smell the fragrance of the rich loam of mountain soil, enriched with endless years of pine needles and leaves; he could even smell the faint scents of the rocks that dotted the ridge. But more pleasant by far, were the scents coming from inside the cabin. The savory tang of onions sautéing, the earthy aroma of mushrooms simmering in butter and garlic, the delicate scent of the mixed greens of a salad, and the utterly delicious savor of spiced meat charring, all blending together to make his stomach growl eagerly, his mouth watering. But gloriously omnipresent was the scent of Greystone, the wolf's aroma seeming to cling to Redstone's orange robe and to his fur beneath it. Not that that was particularly surprising, considering how the pair had spent most of their time that day.
After doing what they had done on the edge of the hot tub in the morning, they had spent about an hour snuggling close in the hot water, lazily exploring one another in the bubbling liquid. They had talked softly about this and that, neither eager to break the wonderful closeness they had felt. Mostly, they had talked about existential, but inconsequential things, especially the joy of suddenly being anthros, and how different everything seemed like this. Greystone had told him that even though he did it every day he came to work, it never got old, waking up to find himself transformed as uplifting and eye opening as the first time, a description that made Redtail feel a little jealous. He had even contemplated asking Greystone how much it would cost to become a full-fledged Oynx member, but he had forgotten his question quickly, the wolf's earlier joke about wasting what time he had with worries having sunk in. Then, finally, long after their paw pads had gotten pruney, they had climbed out of the tub and sat on the couch for a while, air drying their fur, gently brushing each other's pelts with their finger tips when it stuck up in odd places, continuing their easy chatting. Once they were at least mostly dry, they settled in on opposite ends of the comfy couch, their talk turning to the recent football game of all things, Redtail not at all surprised that the wolf was a fan of the same team he was; nothing about the wolf surprised him anymore.
But, as their talk had wandered through the game, and the team and the sport in general, the pair had gradually shifted closer together, as if some silent signal was drawing them together. Finally, sitting close enough together that they were practically sharing the middle cushion, the pair had changed position without a word or a glance to confirm what they wanted; that hadn't even broken the thread of their conversation. By the time they were done talking about the game, they were spooning in a bright ray of warm sunshine as it came in through the balcony door, Greystone tucked up against Redtail's back, holding the fox close, their tails wrapping about one another. They had snuggled like that for a long time, fingers intertwined, their talk completely different from the intimacy of the embrace; very casual, the speech of two friends more than anything, drifting from one subject to another, until they had both fallen silent, dozing away what remained of the morning in a pleasant fashion.
Smiling broadly at the memory, Redtail stretched a bit, luxuriating in the lingering remnant of the sensation of absolute comfort that came from lying in that position, feeling his companion's breath caress his fur from behind, his body enfolding his own in a close embrace. And strangely, unlike in the tub when he had felt the overpowering urge for sex, Redtail had felt nothing of the sort during the long stretch of spooning, despite the intimate nature of their naked embrace. Almost, it was as if the act of snuggling and just being close had overridden it, even if they were physically even closer than before. Twitching one of his ears towards the balcony door, picking out Greystone's voice from among the sizzling coming from the kitchen, humming a tune while he cooked, the fox closed his eyes to listen, returning his thoughts to the day they had spent together.
The pair had finally roused themselves from their dozing sometime around noon, when their stomachs started to growl. Though Redtail had offered to help, the handsome wolf had waved him off, proceeding to whip up a fantastic lunch of gourmet sandwiches, coleslaw and truffle french fries all from scratch in no time flat, showing a mastery of the kitchen that the fox had watched with wonder. After they had dined, sitting at the counter side by side, talking and joking the whole time, Greystone had suggested that they go for a walk outside, saying that he had something he wanted Redtail to see. Although he had been a little hesitant of walking around outside as an anthro fox at first, somehow feeling that his whole experience should remain private, hidden from everyone, the idea of walking in the sunshine of the beautiful valley with Greystone also held so much appeal that it kind of shot that whole concern to pieces. In a strange way, though he and Greystone had only shared a few hours together, the fox wanted to be seen with him, to show off in a way.
The thing that Greystone wanted to show him had turned out to be a pleasant garden that seemed to sprawl between the stands of pine and aspen beyond the cabin-spas, far enough back to be hidden from the view of the main building. As the pair had strolled along the path that bordered it, wearing their robes again for the sake of basic modesty, their bare paw pads comfortable enough on the soft earth, Redtail had found that there were many other furs of many species that had had the same idea as them, a few off by themselves, but most in couples or trios. They had even passed a wide meadow of sun dappled grass where at least a dozen furs were curled up together in a great snuggly heap, dozing or chatting softly. The fox had also caught hints of even more walking or sitting beneath the stands of trees, well off the path, but one common element that united all of them, regardless of species, was that all seemed very happy, and utterly comfortable with themselves and their companions, their scents all carrying a pleasant tingle he instantly associated with joy and contentment, but most of all, of belonging, almost a scent of home.
As the path led them on a loop back towards their spa, Redtail and Greystone had passed the radiant snow leopard that had waved to the fox earlier, arm in arm with a lovely tiger, the female pair greeting the lupine and vulpine couple cheerily as they walked by in the other direction, a knowing look in their eyes that had made Redtail blush. Clearly, they knew exactly what was going on between the two of them, though they were walking around like friends, not lovers. Soon after, at about the point when Redtail had figured they were at the far end of the garden from where they started, the pair had passed a meadow in which a pair of dragons were seated, leaning back against the bole of a huge pine, the large, muscular male's arms holding the slimmer female that was currently sleeping in his lap while he looked upward contemplatively at the deep blue sky. But when the grey and red pair were nearly past him, his gaze had flicked downward and caught Redtail's eyes. When he saw him, the blue and violet scales around his mouth had almost twinkled in the sunlight as he gave Redtail a very familiar grin, winking at him as he did so.
As they had neared their spa-cabin again, and the fox caught sight of the main building in the distance, a sudden thought had occurred to him and he had asked Greystone if any of the human visitors to the spa had ever found the garden and the furs, but the wolf had laughed, shaking his head. He explained that, when humans came to the Realm, they came to be pampered and treated like royalty, relaxing the days away and being waited on, not hiking around the valley. And as far as outsiders went, not only was it so remote that no one came near it, but the owner of the Realm also owned the entire valley and the ridges around it, and posted it all as private property. People tended not to ignore that sort of thing up here. Giving a grin at the wolf's explanation, the fox had let the subject drop.
At last, when they had shut the door of their place behind them, Greystone had commented that he had to at least pretend that he was still working, and Redtail had assented to finishing the massage at last, the fox immediately discarding his clothing once again, the wolf following suit with an easy grin. Of course, it wasn't strictly necessary that either of them be naked to finish with the massage, but, as Greystone had remarked before they had climbed into the hot tub, neither saw the point in extraneous clothing anymore. Finally, with the fox sitting on the edge of the couch once again, Greystone had begun with his feet, washing the foot pads and fur before starting in with his kneading once again, the wolf's magic fingers working on both feet at once. The massage of Redtail's legs and abdomen, all that was left for the wolf to finish, actually took twice as long as the whole rest of the massage had, though that was more Redtail's fault then that of the masseur.
He couldn't help himself really. The massage and having Greystone so close was such a pleasant experience that he felt he had to share his pleasure with his partner, interrupting the process almost every time the wolf finished with a muscle to give him a tender kiss, or else an affectionate nuzzle. And when the lupine had directed him to lay back so he could work on his abs and chest, the fox had complied...only to pull the wolf up into a warm hug to snuggle for a few minutes instead, the slightly awkward positioning not mattering to either of them. It almost became a game to him, a game which Greystone had seemed no less eager to play. When the wolf had finally pronounced himself satisfied that he had gotten everywhere, Redtail had been almost disappointed, though that feeling had faded fast, as Greystone had immediately slid up onto the couch with him, guiding him onto his side and snuggling up so they were chest to chest once more, nuzzling and licking the fox's neck softly.
And finally, in that most intimate position, Redtail had felt the familiar stirring in his loins, his sheath starting to stiffen up, his tip making its presence known to his companion, who showed a similar shift in his mood, pressing their sheathes together sensuously between them, grinding gently. This time though, it wasn't like before, with the two of them becoming aroused so quickly that they rushed right into it. This time, the feeling had been more subtle, almost gradual, the pair's nuzzling becoming gentle kissing, then equally gentle frenching, their members slowly grinding against one another as they grew. But then, after a good half an hour of teasing one another, just when things looked to be getting a whole lot more serious, Redtail's stomach decided to announce that it had an agenda other than getting it on with the sexy lupine, growling loudly enough that even Greystone could hear it.
The pair had looked at Redtail's stomach in surprise, then met each other's gaze once more for a moment, disbelief in their gaze. At the same time, they had both started laughing, finding the timing of the outburst hilarious. Giving Redtail one last, deep kiss, Greystone had reluctantly commented that he probably should be starting on cooking dinner, gently rubbing the fox's belly as if to soothe it into silence. After all, he had said, they had all night to pick up where they had left off. The wolf had sent an unsatisfied, but very hungry, Redtail out onto the deck while he cooked dinner, saying he didn't want to be distracted while he was in the kitchen, and risk ruining the food. And that statement was the one and only reason why Redtail was now lounging out here, rather than being inside with Greystone. Though he had draped the robe around his shoulders for a measure of modesty, he hadn't even bothered tying it closed when he came outside onto the deck, enjoying the breeze flitting through his sensitive pelt, the pleasant sensation distracting him from both his hunger and his disappointment at having their interlude cut short.
Just as the sun set the western sky on fire as it sank beneath the mountains, Redtail found himself marveling once more at how he felt. By all rights, he should have been feeling freaked out. After all, he wasn't even the same species as he had been when he got up that morning, something that should have been more than a little shocking to him. Then, there was the fact that he had woken up being given a massage by someone he had never met before, a guy no less, another novel experience, and that wasn't even including the snuggling and intimacy that they had spent the day enjoying, or the mutual attraction they had given in to earlier. But that was the thing... No matter how many 'shoulds' he could come up with, nothing about this seemed odd, the feeling nowhere to be seen. Being Redtail felt just as natural to him, no, scratch that, far more natural, than being his human self did, as if this was what he was supposed to have been all along. Greystone's massage had been one of the best, nonsexual things he had ever felt in his life, something he wished he could have had any of the other times he had felt stressed in the last few years. Most of all, spending the day being intimate and cozy with Greystone had been far from unpleasant; it hadn't even been awkward. As a matter of fact, Greystone was hands down the most wonderful companion he had ever spent a day with, with the only exception being Chris, the pair's near lifelong friendship having made them utterly comfortable with one another. And as far as his more naughty desires went...well, he couldn't honestly say he felt remotely reluctant to pursue them.
"Redtail," Greystone called softly, shaking him out of his reverie. Looking up, the fox found that the lupine had silently appeared at the balcony door, wearing an apron over his nudity. "Dinner is ready."
"Coming!" Redtail replied, scrambling to swing his legs out from the comfortable hammock and almost tipping the whole thing over in the process. Ignoring Greystone's amused grin as he turned back inside the cabin, giving the fox a very nice view of his toned butt and tail, Redtail hurried to the door, following the lupine inside. As he slid the door shut behind him, an absolutely mouth watering scent worked its way to his nose and he turned around, the question of what was on the menu dying on the tip of his tongue at the sight that greeted his eyes. Greystone had dimmed the lights of the living room down almost to a twilight setting, and a soft music was playing from somewhere, a smooth sort of jazz, the atmosphere eminently similar to the sort of high quality restaurants one went to on important dates. Two chairs were all that remained by the counter, having been placed on either side of the space, and between them were place settings lit by candles. The delicious scents turned out to be coming from bone-in ribeye steaks, smothered in mushrooms and onions, salads and roasted potatoes on the side, but the thing that truly gave him pause in that moment was his companion.
Somehow, in the time it had taken Redtail to negotiate the hammock and the door, the wolf had discarded the apron somewhere and slipped his green robe loosely around himself once more. But, seated as he was, on the kitchen side of the counter, his white hair radiant in the candlelight, his grey fur seeming darkened by comparison, he seemed somehow even more handsome than usual, and more than a little mysterious. After a moment or two of silence, the wolf smiled warmly, giving a slight chuckle at his companion's stunned demeanor. Finally, as if the gentle laugh had shaken it loose, the fox found his voice once again, a hundred thoughts all scrambling to get out at once and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Wow..." He said brilliantly, the single, stunned syllable all he could manage, the rest lost in the jumble of the tongue tie. Looking pleased at his reaction, the wolf stood from his chair and came around the counter, gesturing to the other chair with his hand. As he moved to sit down, Redtail could feel his heart start hammering in his chest, in a way he had only ever felt once before, the very first time he had taken a crush on a real, fancy date, late in his college career. But this wasn't quite as awkward as that occasion had been. It was more comfortable for one, lacking the almost painful edge of nervousness he had felt on that occasion. But the feeling of being here was also more intense, the pounding in his chest growing so strong he wouldn't have been surprised if the wolf could hear it.
Blushing shyly, Redtail took his seat, Greystone politely pushing his chair up against the back of his legs before moving to take his own seat once more. After they were seated, Redtail looked at his companion over the counter and felt the drumming beat of his heart get harder, becoming almost painful. Seeing his gaze, the wolf simply smiled once again, reaching out and taking one of the fox's hands. That simple, gentle touch did something very strange to the vulpine. The hammering of his heart faded, but he could feel the blush burning away even stronger beneath his fur, and, as the wolf gently stroked his thumb on the top of the fox's hand, he felt the feeling in his chest change altogether. Now, it wasn't the hammering of anticipation; instead, his heart seemed to ache instead. More than anything in the world, in that moment, he wanted to be with the wolf.
It wasn't a sexual urge per say, though that was certainly still on his mind. He wanted to hold the wolf, and be held in return, to lie close, to snuggle the night away as they had done for the morning. Most of all, he wanted to fall asleep beside him, and wake the next morning to his handsome face beside him. Smiling warmly at Greystone, Redtail gently gave his hand a squeeze, the look in the ice blue eyes obvious. What he was feeling didn't need saying. It was simply...understood. And that understanding made everything suddenly seem comfortable once more, even the ache in his heart becoming nearly pleasant. Then, suddenly, the wolf's eyes went wide in amazement and he let go of the fox's hand, reaching under the counter to pull out a wine bottle.
"I almost forgot." the wolf said, clearing his throat, his voice kind of shaky as he reached for the corkscrew. "I picked this up for you, and I wanted it to be a surprise. I guess it worked so well that I even surprised myself..." Pouring some of the deep red wine into both of their glasses as Redtail chuckled in reply to the joke, he set the bottle between them, then picked up the glass, holding it out towards the fox. "To a wonderful meal."
"With wonderful company." Redtail replied, completing the familiar toast, grinning broadly and tapping the rim of their glasses together with the musical tone of pure crystal. Sipping the deep burgundy liquid, the fox felt his eyes go wide, looking at the glass in surprise. Although he had never been a wine snob, he knew enough to remember the taste of wines that he had enjoyed in the past, and this was one that he most certainly recognized. It was a malbec from Argentina, strong flavored, but not so strong that it tasted chewy, subtle fruity notes underlying the iron-y bit; a perfect accompaniment for steak. Setting the glass down and turning the bottle to see the label, his smile widened, looking at the wolf once more, truly amazed. The lupine paused, seeing his gaze, his knife halfway through cutting a strip from the meat.
"What is it?" Greystone asked, concerned.
"Alright, I have to ask..." Redtail stated, picking up his own knife and starting to slice off a section of his own steak. "Knowing my fursona is one thing, but how did you know this was my favorite wine? Almost no one knows that."
"Oh." Greystone said, grinning almost shyly as his hands easily finished the slice with the sharp knife without the wolf looking. "A friend clued me in."
"I don't think I believe you." Redtail replied suspiciously, noticing the slight shift in his companion's gaze, but the wolf just popped the bite into his mouth, his smile easy. Shrugging inwardly, the fox followed suit and the surprise of the wine was instantly put out of his mind as unimportant. The surface of the ribeye had been spiced just right and seared, leaving just the right amount of char, but the inside was red and juicy, with the smooth, almost buttery taste that only the highest quality, well marbled beef had; in a word, perfect. As he chewed the heavenly bite, Redtail found himself having to fight back the urge to pick up the hot steak with his bare paws and wolf the whole thing down in as few bites as possible.
He had always enjoyed steak, and in his opinion, few things were as good as a quality bone-in ribeye. But, either Greystone's ability in the kitchen surpassed that of the other chefs that had cooked for him, or maybe it was this place and the form he now bore, but it was like his taste buds had never tasted steak before. It tasted so succulent and delicious that even the brief span between bites was too long for his taste buds. Seeing the fox dig into his steak with pleased gusto, the wolf's smile became almost coy, his tone playful.
"So, how is your steak?" He asked nonchalantly and Redtail glared over at him, his mouth full. Hurrying to swallow, the red furred fox finally managed to reply, reaching for his wine to wash down the mouthful.
"Terrible, obviously." Redtail replied, his joking tone making Greystone snicker. Setting his wine glass back down, he continued with a sad shake of his head. "I think you have ruined steak forever for me."
"Oh, nonsense." Greystone said, eating his meat with restraint, though the fox could see his mouth watering between bites, even as his own did. "I may be good in the kitchen, but it's really the Realm's fault. Only the best for the private spas."
"'Good in the kitchen'?" Redtail repeated, his eyes wide in surprise at the wolf's self deprecating manner. "If you ever get tired of working here, I am sure you could find work at a steakhouse. Like... at a five-star resort somewhere, for instance."
"Well, thank you." Greystone replied, smiling across the counter at his companion, a blush barely visible beneath his fur. "But I'm content here; where else can I be like this while I work?"
"I guess you have a good point." the fox stated, reaching for the bottle of wine to refill his glass. The pair continued their meal for a while in silence, attending to their food, until their plates were looking rather empty and the wine was nearly gone, a surprisingly short time later. Finally, as the orange light of the dying afternoon sun was creeping across the floor of the spa cabin towards where the pair were sitting, Redtail looked up from his plate and paused, his fork poised over one of the few chunks of steak left on his plate. In that moment, despite the fact he still had more wonderful food to eat, the tastes, as delicious as they were, were instantly shunted to the back of his mind, something a little more important taking their place. The light outside must have sunk down to just the right height, because the red orange rays seemed to illuminate Greystone, shining on him and nothing else.
The wolf's white hair seemed to glow like the coals of a campfire, and every shade of his fur seemed to stand out, the lighter shades becoming bright and beautiful, the darker ones deepening. But that was not what held Redtail's attention. Just as the vulpine had looked at him, the wolf had looked up in return and once again, Redtail found his eyes caught by his ice blue gaze. The wolf's eyes were as deep and warm as they ever had been, the same gentle, satisfied expression on his face making it seem like nothing could have made him happier than what he was doing in that moment. But this time... This time, there was something else, something almost hidden beneath the satisfaction. Not for the first time, Redtail felt a moment of recognition, just a brief flash of familiarity. He knew what that look was, though it took him a moment to put his finger on it. It looked almost like regret, as if the wolf was sorry something was happening, though that couldn't be it, could it? What could he possibly feel sorry for? After a moment, the handsome lupine broke the gaze, looking down at his plate, toying with a bite of steak for a moment and Redtail frowned, the sudden urge to comfort the wolf coming over him. Reaching out across the counter, the fox gently took Greystone's free hand, the wolf looking back up at him in surprise. Smiling reassuringly, Redtail spoke softly to his companion.
"Hey, are you ok?" He asked and the wolf grinned.
"Of course I am." the lupine replied, his tone sounding surprised at the question. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Something is on your mind." Redtail persisted, giving the paw in his grasp a gentle squeeze. "I can see it. Come on, you can tell me. I promise, whatever it is, I will help you deal with it. It's the least I can do."
"It's nothing." The wolf stated, his expression almost seeming to melt with warmth. "Anyway, I'm supposed to be taking care of you this weekend, not the other way around."
"I don't care." Redtail replied, feeling his heart skip a beat at the wolf's expression. Taking a breath into lungs that suddenly seemed inadequate, the fox felt his heart start to pick up its pace once more, "You deserve to be as happy as I am."
"Thank you." Greystone said, returning the gentle squeeze, the blush returning beneath his fur. "But it really is nothing."
Despite the wolf's assurances to the contrary, the fox could feel the wolf's paw trembling in his grasp and, when he felt that, all thoughts of the meal and the wonderful day they had spent together were put out of his mind. That simple impression decided it, something he doubted he would have noticed before becoming Redtail. As incredible a meal as this was, as unforgettable as the Realm was, it all paled beside the wolf, and there was nothing, nothing at all, that he wouldn't do to ensure the lupine was as happy as it was possible to be. That sudden, all encompassing desire even removed the need to talk. Instead, he rose to his feet, letting go of the wolf paw for a moment, leaning down to blow out the candles so the last rays of sun were all that lit the room. Then, smiling encouragingly, Redtail took the wolf's hand once more, tugging him gently, but irresistibly, to a standing position. He didn't have a plan exactly, didn't even know what he was going to do in the next moment, but he didn't care. It didn't matter. With the same smile mirrored on their muzzles, the pair moved together in the twilight, Redtail nestling his nose into the warm grey fur of the wolf's neck.
Slipping his arms around the wolf's warm body, the fox nuzzled the hollow of his throat, taking a deep breath of the wolf's welcoming scent. The wolf returned the hug at nearly the same moment, giving a content sigh as he nuzzled the fox's ears. The pair held that position for a long few moments as the dying sunlight became red and orange around them, highlighting the couple as they held one another, snuggling in close. Then, Redtail pulled back slightly from the warm embrace to look at his companion's face once more, searching for the guilt, the discomfort that the wolf hid so well. But, when he looked the wolf in his deep blue eyes, he found himself lost instead in their mesmerizing depths once again and he surrendered to the urge that suddenly welled up in him. Moving gently, he kissed Greystone again, the wolf returning the sweet embrace of their muzzles, their tongues meeting softly, the pair's embrace tightening once more. The kiss lasted long, the pair gently stroking each other's back through their robes. Then, finally, Redtail took the next step, breaking the kiss but not his embrace, the fox lowering his head so his ears framed the wolf's snout, both breathing fast, the passionate embrace having left them breathless. Sliding his hands around the wolf's strong body, Redtail slipped his hands beneath the light green robe, his dull claws teasing the wolf's ribs, making him shiver. Pushing his hands outward, Redtail easily slid the robe off of Greystone's shoulders, the garment forming a puddle at his feet and the fox nuzzled the revealed line of the wolf's collarbone, his warm scent making him smile.
Greystone let out a soft gasp as Redtail kissed his throat, his paws sliding eagerly beneath the fox's robe, the orange silk sliding off his red fur in near silence, and the pair were naked once again, framed in the orange sunset. Then, Redtail sucked in a surprised gasp, his eyes opening to find one of Greystone's hands gently trailing up his thigh, cupping his balls and sheath. Looking up once more, he found a smile on the wolf's face that spoke wordless volumes, the lupine's paw gently stroking the vulpine shaft, the fox shuddering at the sensation. Heart hammering thunder in his ears once more, Redtail slid a hand around from the wolf's grey back, caressing his wolfhood with his soft paw pad, moving into another utterly gentle kiss. For a moment, the pair gently stroked one another, their tongues meeting in their muzzles, then, Redtail forced himself to break the embrace, a shudder passing through him as their lips parted.
Though it took him all the self-control he possessed, the fox reached down and gently removed the wolf's hand from his member, smiling seductively as he took a step away from the wolf, tugging him towards the bedroom. Smiling warmly, the expression on his handsome face making the fox's heart melt, Greystone followed, allowing the fox to lead the way, though both knew what the other intended. The bedroom was only dimly lit when Redtail stepped into it, but they wouldn't need the light, not for this. Turning back as Greystone passed through the threshold, the fox gently pulled the wolf to him again, wrapping him in his arms once again, kissing the lupine lovingly, shivering at the sensation of the wolf's fur against his own, their arousal heightening every delightful sensation. The kiss only lasted a moment, the excitement Redtail felt making it hard to breathe. Greystone wasn't precisely helpful in that moment, the wolf grinding his hips against the fox, his silk soft fur caressing his sensitive member and he sucked in a shuddering breath, clinging tightly to the wolf, his knees getting shaky.
"I want you so bad Redtail." the wolf whispered, his voice so quiet, as if he were imparting a great secret to his vulpine companion. And once again, Redtail felt any hesitation vanish in an instant, because the wolf's voice trembled, the lupine shivering in his arms with nervous anticipation. And finally, Redtail got to say it, the one thing he had been longing to tell the wolf from the beginning.
"Then you can have me." He whispered in reply, leaning back a little to meet the ice blue gaze once more. The wolf seemed surprised by his open statement and the fox smiled, caressing his cheek gently with one hand. "I've wanted you to since the moment I first kissed you." The wolf's broad, relieved smile made Redtail's heart soar to the heavens and he kissed him once more. A moment later, he let out a muffled gasp in surprise, the wolf having maneuvered him backward against the bed, gently tipping him onto its soft, smooth surface so Greystone was on top, straddling his hips. Nuzzling him once more, the wolf rested his weight on his elbows so the fox was free to move.
"You should scoot up a bit." The wolf whispered, their aroused members pressing against one another, the intimate sensation making the vulpine reluctant to move. For a moment, the urge to stay in place warred with his desires for more, and the fox finally settled for both. Pressing up with his hips so his penis ground sensuously against Greystone's, the fox scooted upward with his elbows, making the wolf shiver as he prolonged the contact. Giggling softly at the wolf's expression, the fox finally stopped moving, his head resting on the pillow, looking up at Greystone as if daring him to comment.
Glaring playfully at the fox in a way that said he wasn't at all upset at his actions, the wolf moved up as well, nuzzling the fox's neck before moving down to his chest, his muzzle finding its way to Redtail's right nipple. The fox gasped, his back arching as the wolf's tongue flicked out, gently teasing the nub of flesh. The vulpine's human self had never particularly enjoyed having his nipples played with, but that had never felt like this. Greystone's tongue was like a lightning bolt, sending rivers of sensation racing through him, making him shudder, his right hand landing on the wolf's shoulder, clenching tight on a clump of fur and the wolf chuckled softly, gently sucking on the nub, his front teeth delicately nibbling on the exposed flesh, making Redtail quake beneath him, his muscles quaking and jerking. The wolf was merciless in his teasing, releasing the flesh just as the fox was starting to get used to the sensations, only to move to the other side to start over again. But, as Redtail was gritting his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling, the wolf suddenly moved on, making the vulpine eyes snap open, the fox sucking in a sharp breath at the sudden touch of the lupine's tongue on the tip of his shaft.
Grinning up at him, the wolf played his tongue across the fox's shaft almost lazily, lapping up the pre that oozed from its point, one hand gently encircling his knot, giving it an equally gentle squeeze. Redtail was already panting, his heart racing so fast it almost hurt, and he started to say something, to warn the wolf about it, but even as he tried, the lupine dipped his head down, sliding the fox's hard shaft into his muzzle slowly, all the way down to the base in one long, smooth motion, and Redtail found his words taken up by a deep, passionate moan, his head falling back onto the pillow. The wolf seemed to be moving in slow motion, gently sucking the fox's cock, making him shudder, his hands clenching up on the bed spread so tight he wondered if he was going to tear it. Letting out a deep groan, Redtail clenched his muscles, resisting with all his might, and the lupine chuckled again, gently backing off the fox's member, the shaft slipping from his muzzle slowly, inch by inch. Then, after what seemed like forever, the tip of the throbbing shaft slipped from his jaws and the wolf planted a delicate kiss on the tip, scooting down even further, licking the fox's knot on his way past. After a moment, he licked Redtail's furry balls, swirling them this way and that with his talented tongue and the fox felt the impending climax back off a little, the sensation half arousing, half relaxing.
And then, the wolf's tongue was back, this time pressing against his tailhole once more, swirling around the muscular ring and the fox shuddered, a broad smile spreading across his lips as he raised his legs to give the wolf better access. Before, Greystone had rimmed him just enough to tease him, to make him aroused, but this time the wolf kept at it, his saliva slicking the fox's butt and Redtail eagerly pressed his hips against his muzzle, every swirl and swipe of the tongue sending a wave of pleasure through him. Redtail let out a second moan, louder this time, as the wolf's tongue tip suddenly pressed a little harder, as if trying to work its way inside him and the fox clenched his hands all the tighter on the bed spread. This was so close to what he had been waiting for from the beginning, and he felt his member start throbbing with anticipation, though a chill started to wash over him, the icy sensation of nervous doubt. He certainly wanted it badly enough, wanted the wolf to top him so much that if he had still had control over his voice, he would have been begging by now, not lying there moaning. But despite his desire to give himself to the wolf completely, there was still a note of hesitation. He had never had anything up there before, and he had read plenty of stories, enough to know that it would hurt the first time, especially if he wasn't slick enough.
That thought finally gave him pause and he turned his head, forcing his eyes to open despite the rapidly building climax, trying to spy anything they could use as lube, but there was nothing around. Trying once again to summon the will to talk, he raised his head, looking down at his lover only to find him shifting position once more, smiling eagerly up at him. The wolf's muzzle was poised over the fox's member once more, his tongue already swirling around his knot. But this time, the wolf was also stroking him with one hand, his other paw gently rubbing the tip and the fox realized at once what the wolf was intending. The idea was so arousing that he cut loose without even realizing he had done it. All of a sudden, Redtail let out a shuddering moan, panting as his penis started to throb in the wolf's grasp. Greystone stopped his licking at once, catching the white spurts of fox seed in his palm as the vulpine's hips bucked into his hands. The climax was just as intense as it had been in the morning, the wolf's incredibly talented mouth and hands sending him into a shuddering ecstasy, his eyes squeezing shut. It was all he could do to hold still, his fists clenching onto the bedspread for dear life, as if the climax might send him flying. Then, at last, Redtail let out a gasp, his hands unclenching, his hips finally settling back down on the bed, the wolf gently stroking his member a few times, coaxing the last few drops of the climax into his palm before letting go of the fox's privates. Shuddering, Redtail laid back and felt his muscles relax, the euphoria of his peak robbing him of the were-with-all to move. Panting for breath, the fox managed to rise up a little bit onto his elbows, looking down at the wolf with a satisfied expression on his face.
"You are really good at that, you know?" Redtail whispered and Greystone grinned at him, rubbing his erect wolfhood with the handful of fox seed. Then, the wolf looked at him expectantly, the tip of his tongue suggestively tracing its way around his chops. At once, Redtail's cock was hard again, the fox eagerly forcing his shaky muscles to move. He probably could have laid there the way he was and made it easy on himself, but this moment wasn't just about him. Managing at last to turn over, the fox got up on his knees, moving so he was on all fours, eagerly lifting his tail, offering his rear to the wolf. Greystone smiled, reaching out and rubbing some of Redtail's own seed on the fox's tailhole, making him shiver at the feeling.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The wolf asked, his voice husky with desire and yet filled with concern, and Redtail looked back over his shoulder, smiling gently, giving a single nod of confirmation. "Try and relax, ok?" Taking a deep breath, Redtail did as he was told, willing his muscles not to tense as the wolf pressed one finger against his tailhole. For a few moments, Redtail's body resisted the intruder, then it gave way suddenly, the slick digit sliding into him all at once and he gasped, tensing up a little at the unfamiliar sensation. But the ever-gentle wolf immediately stopped, holding still as Redtail bit his lip, trying to make his muscles relax again. Finally, after a few breaths, he felt it, felt the muscles unclench and he let out a relieved breath. Greystone must have felt the same thing, because he immediately withdrew slowly, almost all the way, then pushed it back into him. This time, Redtail's gasp was one of pleasure. He hadn't expected that so quickly, but the pain he had expected hadn't materialized; there hadn't even been discomfort.
His other paw stroking his companion's spine, Greystone repeated the motion, building a slow rhythm, Redtail's body adapting to the feeling. Lowering his head as a pleasant friction started building in his backside, Redtail looked back between his legs and suddenly, a far different desire rose up inside him. The wolf's member, glistening with the coating of seed that covered it was pulsing with arousal and he licked his lips, his own cock twitching as the thought of it came into prominence in his head. The wolf wanted it bad, wanted him, but Greystone was holding back for his sake. That just wouldn't do.
"Greystone..." Redtail whispered, looking back over his shoulder once more and the wolf looked at him in surprise. "Do it. Please."
The wolf seemed conflicted for a moment, just a moment, then seeing the sincerity and the desire on the vulpine's face, Greystone pulled his digit out of the fox and rose up, taking hold of the red furred hips with both hands instead. Redtail's heart was hammering again, beating so hard it was all he could hear, but he felt his breath catch when the wolf's tip nestled in against the base of his tail. Taking hold of the bed spread beneath his hands in anticipation, he relaxed, pressing back and instinctually lowering his shoulders so the tapered tip of the wolfhood rested against the center of his tailhole. For a heartbeat, the pair settled like that, holding still. Then, the wolf pressed forward with his hips. Redtail grit his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut at once. Greystone's penis was considerably bigger than his finger had been, the wolf well endowed, and now the feeling he had expected came, the tapering point burning a little despite the slick fluid that covered it as it started making its way inside. Still, he forced himself not to clench, his fists tightening on the covers once more as the wolf worked his way in, the steady pressure of his hips doing its job well. A moment later, without any warning, Redtail felt something give and the first inch of the wolf slid into him in a rush.
He couldn't help it, he clenched, a whimper escaping his throat as his virgin butt was penetrated for the first time. At once, Greystone stopped, freezing instantly. Taking a deep breath, Redtail opened his eyes, blinking away the tears that were forming in them. Letting out the breath slowly, he tried to relax, but his muscles wouldn't work. Drawing another breath, he forced his hands to unclench on the bed, flexing them a couple of times, surprised to find his fingers shaking. Looking back, he could see the look on Greystone's face, see the concern and regret that warred with desire and suddenly, something changed in him, a steady resolve coalescing when he saw the look in the wolf's eyes. In his gaze, everything he was feeling was clear; the wolf wanted this badly, but never at the expense of the fox's pain. And more than anything Redtail wanted to give this to Greystone, wanted him to have what he wanted. Even as he saw the concern start to win out on the wolf's face, the fox braced himself for what was coming. Before the lupine could start to move back, Redtail thrust himself suddenly backward, hard, letting out a soft cry as he impaled his rear on the lupine cock, driving it almost all the way in, all the way to the top of the knot in one go. The shock of suddenly burying the wolf inside him made it impossible for him to breathe, his body forgetting how to do anything at all for a few moments, then, as he came to rest against the thick bulge, he let out a gasp, his chest finally releasing the pressure.
"Oh my god..." He panted softly, holding on tight again, his muscles clenching tight on the wolf's cock, as if unwilling to let it go now that it was in him.
"Redtail are you ok?" Greystone whimpered, the sensations suddenly enveloping his member making him shiver. "I was going to pull out..."
"I know." The fox panted, managing a smile, though his hands were twitching spastically on the covers.
"I don't..." Greystone started to say and Redtail chuckled slightly.
"Shhhhh..." He said, the muscles in his tailhole finally starting to relax, loosening as they got over suddenly having so much wolf flesh rammed past them. "Let's just... just hold still a second."
The wolf obliged, leaning forward so he covered the fox's back, gently stroking his fingers through his fur as he came forward, being careful not to crush Redtail's bushy tail as he rested part of his weight on him. Oddly, that sensation, the feeling of the wolf pressing against his back, was comforting in a way Redtail couldn't explain, the pain fading quickly, his insides beginning to relax. It took a good minute or so, but finally, as Greystone gently nuzzled the fox's head from behind, his breath shaky, Redtail felt the pain go away completely and he finally nodded. Moving slowly, carefully, the wolf pulled his hips backward, his shaft sliding out of the fox. This time, the burning sensation Redtail had experienced on the way in was replaced by a warm sort of feeling, eminently pleasant, and he sighed. When Greystone pushed back in, moving just as slowly, Redtail gasped as the wolf's shaft slid into him, an ecstatic friction accompanying the motion. Encouraged by the change in the fox, the wolf pulled out a little faster this time, immediately thrusting back in and Redtail pressed backward into the wolf's hips, a pleasant heat coming to his cheeks as he blushed, the thoughts running through his head not quite what he expected.
Mostly, all he could think was how good this felt already, the friction getting better with every motion in and out, the wolf's penis massaging his insides in a way he had never expected. The lupine seemed to hit every sweet spot, scratching itches with every thrust that Redtail hadn't even known he possessed. Panting in time with the wolf's thrusting, Redtail spread his legs a little more, purposely tensing his muscles just a little, heightening the sensations. As the wolf started to pick up the pace, keeping his smooth rhythm, Redtail started to hump backward, his red hips meeting the grey furred ones, making the wolf's balls slap heavily against his own and he gasped suddenly, the odd sensation only making him want more, a different, almost electric sort of pleasure surging from his sack. Moaning loudly in pleasure, Redtail raised his head, rubbing his muzzle against Greystone's, the wolf returning the feral gesture of affection as he bred him.
The combination of sensations was incredible, better than he had imagined, better than had ever been described in fantasies, making the minutes last wonderful hours as the wolf loved him. But, even as their pace reached a crescendo, the pleasurable, heated friction building the pressure in his loins, Redtail wondered how long he was going to last. There was no way it was going to be much longer, this felt way too good for that; honestly, he was surprised he had lasted the few minutes he had so far. And then, as if in answer to his scattered wonderings, he felt Greystone's rhythm hitch, his hands twitching on the bed beside Redtail's own, the wolf letting out a shuddering breath, all too clearly getting close. In that moment, Redtail felt the resolve return, the desire for one last thing before the end, the ultimate of his intimate fantasies. He knew it was going to hurt, probably more than the initial penetration had, but he didn't care. He wanted to do it with wonderful wolf on top of him, here and now.
"I'm so close..." Greystone panted in his ear, his arms suddenly wrapping themselves around Redtail's chest, his humping getting stronger and the fox knew he would have to say something.
"Knot me." He gasped, pressing backward harder than ever, the thick bulge pressing tight against his tailhole. Greystone paused in his thrusting for a moment, his breath catching once more in surprise and Redtail looked back at him over his shoulder, passion and desire filling his gaze as hazel eyes met ice blue one more time.
"W-What?" The wolf replied, his chest heaving against the fox's back, his own voice trembling with the same emotions, his thrusting pausing for just a moment.
"Please Greystone!" The fox gasped, almost pleading with him, wiggling his butt against the wolf's hips, trying to work the bulge into him. "I want you to tie with me."
Biting his lip against his peak, Greystone pulled out once more, clearly desiring the same thing, then, both of them took a deep breath, Redtail relaxing as much as he could. Finally, with almost a lunge forward with his hips, the wolf gave a mighty thrust, putting his weight behind it. At the same moment, the fox thrust himself backward with the same urgency as he had in the beginning. This time, his muscles seemed to be on board with the plan, remaining as relaxed as they could be with a pillar of wolf flesh slamming into his guts, the other fur's weight landing on his hips. But still, the wolf's knot, swollen with the nearness of his orgasm and the length of their session, was not at all small and Redtail's body wasn't stretchy enough for it to be easy. The pair strained against one another, both holding their breath, their jaws set, heat welling up in their bodies. Fortunately, their effort was enough, the bulge pressing inward slowly, the fox's opening starting to stretch wider. Shaking with the effort, the pressure in his body making him feel altogether too hot beneath his pelt, wincing as the ball of flesh started to work its way into him, Redtail pressed back even harder. It hurt, seeming never to stop getting wider, but though he was tearing up again, he wasn't about to stop, not now. Then, he felt it, the turning point. For an instant, just an instant, he was stretched wider than he ever imagined. Then, all at once, Redtail's eyes shot open wide, the breath he had been holding leaving him in an exulted gasp as he passed it. Every last fraction of an inch of Greystone's spire was inside him, the top of the sheath pressing tight against his tailhole as the knot swelled even further, stretching his insides tight around it.
The sudden pressure around the base of his cock was too much for Greystone, and with a shuddering groan, his penis started to pulse, the sensation coming through Redtail's prostate clearly, it was pressed so tight against the wolf's member. It was like a switch had flipped; pain instantly transformed into ecstatic pleasure of a kind the fox had never felt before. A moment later, Redtail let out a deep, lasting moan, the sensation of Greystone's hot wolf seed spilling deep into his guts, spreading further with every pulse more than he could stand. For the second time in rapid succession, Redtail felt his penis start spurting, his orgasm so intense that, though his eyes were wide open, he could barely see, bright spots filling his vision. The lovers' joined voices were all Redtail could hear, the sound of Greystone's pleasure as he filled him with seed made Redtail's insides clench on the wolfhood lodged within him, coaxing another peak from the fox's balls as the wolf groaned again, his arms tensing up around Redtail's chest as he came a second time, even more warmth flooding into the fox's guts. Then, at last, the fox felt everything relaxing, all his tense muscles almost going limp. It was a conscious effort to keep himself from collapsing on the wet spot under him, only the wondrous feeling of the wolf surrounding him keeping him upright.
The pair stayed where they were for a minute, just panting, shivering and quaking against one another, their paired scents mingled with the musk of sex filling their nostrils, holding one another up. As the last aftershocks of his climax died away, Redtail shuddered, his tailhole still spasming around the base of the wolf's cock, wholly new sensations taking their place. His guts felt so deliciously, completely, full, a sensation that was so satisfying he didn't even want to think about it going away, a feeling that gradually transitioned into fantastic, if alien warmth higher up in his guts, the presence of his lover's precious seed. And even as he relaxed, Greystone finally released his grip on his chest, slowly tipping them over before the fox's trembling arms gave way. Finally, as they settled on their right side with a shiver, the sensation of Greystone's penis tugging on Redtail's insides as they moved thrilling to say the least, Greystone's limbs were suddenly pressing against his own, as if the wolf was a form fitting blanket of sweetly scented fur. Then, as if their posture wasn't quite intimate and loving enough, the grey furred fingers of the wolf's left hand linked through his, holding him as tight as he could, as if afraid he might vanish.
For a long few minutes, neither spoke, enjoying the delicious afterglow of sex, just breathing in their scent, pressing their bodies as tightly together as they could manage despite the heat. As he lay, Redtail dwelled on the sensations he was feeling, odd fragments of thoughts coming to his mind, none remotely coherent, fading as quickly as they arrived. And finally, as their joined hands came to rest lower down, over Redtail's belly button, one full thought came together long enough to stick. This was a moment he would never, ever forget. The sensation of Greystone's seed in his guts, a sensation that his knot would keep from leaving him, and more, the sensation of being full of Greystone's hefty lupine member, were things he would forever remember, and cherish. But most of all, he would never forget the feeling of Greystone holding him so close, inside and out. Finally, he felt the wolf draw a heavy breath as a yawn.
"I think we both need some sleep after that." Greystone whispered and Redtail chuckled, pressing back into his embrace, rubbing the top of his head into the wolf's chin.
"I'll go to sleep on one condition." the immensely satisfied fox replied, placing his other hand over the one the wolf had laced through his, clasping it gently, his next words spoken only partly in jest. "That you promise me this wasn't a dream. That you will still be here when I wake up."
"I promise, Redtail." the wolf replied, no trace of humor in his tone, only honest warmth. "I'll be here..."