Anon/Me x Kindred (Lamb)

The entire town had gone silent. All inhabitants were in the demacian army, but me, their sole noxian captive. I had been the first to notice it, a phantom mark above one of my captor's heads - when I pointed it out he profusely started to sweat and went to find a second guard. I overheard both of them adknowledging the marks above both of their heads, then all hell broke loose. Everyone went everywhere, checking if their friends and comrades had the marks above their heads, as well as asking if they had one above their own.
All knew what this meant; they were coming, the odd combination, the Wolf and his Lamb. A few of the demacian soldiers had tried to desert their posts and make a run for it, but their blood in the distance proved they had failed in doing so. It kept happening though, more and more soldiers fleeing from the small hamlet, until only I and a few others remained. I suppose they felt some remorse for our impending doom, because after a few hours they let me out of my cell and cut the ropes that had kept my wrists pinned to one another for days. There was a shortage of clothing though, and all I could be dressed in was a worn out grey shirt and some loose trousers.
The soldiers were all diehard demacians and had decided to patrol the town until their time would come, so I was set to march alongside the sturdiest of them, technically having me remain as a prisoner. The topic of the marks were strict taboo and I had no intention of pissing off the only people around with weapons, so I made no mention of them.

It was evening when it happened. Me and the soldier were walking between the small houses of the hamlet, performing the usual hourly patrol when we saw two figures down the short road, somewhat hidden by a sudden fog. "Please, don't run. He's angry tonight.", one of them said in what must have been the softest voice I had heard. The relaxation that came with it dissappeared once a large spectral wolf came towards me, however, baring its teeth as it growled at us in a husky tone. "No, please do. Aren't you scared?". I was, I truely was scared shitless, but I was petrified from it, remaining in place. The wolf came closer though, ever so slowly, and made me gasp as it pounced forward. I closed my eyes and prepared for my end, but let out my breath when I noticed the wolf had launched right past me, ending the sturdy soldier who had turned to run with a harsh bite to the back of his neck; the demacian's corpse hung from the wolf's shut maw, dripping with blood.
"There are more nearby..", the wolf chuckled and swiftly dissappeared around the corner to search out the rest of the demacians.

"You did not run.", the soft voice spoke again and slowly strode forward. It belonged to a white, slightly furry being, wearing a quite large mask. Despite the horrifying setting I couldn't help but notice her large wide hips, which bounced lightly with each step she took.
"I couldn't move.", I admitted, switching my gaze up to her mask carefully glancing at the full eyesockets of it - they were glowing with harmonic blue.
She giggled slowly before speaking again, standing at an arm's length now. "Show me this house. Many things have evolved so recently, so much technology... I wish to learn. Please?"
It was the last thing I had expected to be questioned about by Death incarnate, but I slowly started walking towards the closest house's entrance and opened its door, Lamb constantly by my side. I hesitated before entering for a mere second, but it was enough for the both of us to try to enter the narrow doorway at the same time. Before I knew it I was pinned against the doorway, Lamb's thick rear pinning me in place. We both let out awkward gasps, mine caused by how I felt my flaccid member hotdogged between her buttocks. She struggled a tad and wiggled back and forth slowly, sighing at last. "We're stuck because of my rear. I'm sorry, I-I know it's .. hrrm.. too large..".
The newfound insecurity of this half of Death was adorable, but I couldn't really bring myself to let her know that just like that. To make matters worse I could feel myself stiffen slowly, letting out a quiet groan as she pushed backwards once more.
"You're.. becoming..?", she spoke softly and looked back, the sockets in the mask glowing wonderfully. "Aren't you disgusted with my rear..?", she whinced quietly, as if she was scared to say it out loud.
I shook my head right away this time, my cheeks a tad flushed. "It's great."
She remained silent then, and slowly started to buck back against me again, the mask studying  my features for a few seconds before turning back forward. I was almost completely hard already, the loose cloth of my trousers brushing up and down my cock. It was too little though. Too little, too slow. As soon as I couldn't take any more I grasped Lamb by her hips and thrust forward in time with her buck backwards, making us both groan. To my surprise we fell out of the doorway and landed on the floor of the house. I kicked the door shut and was stuck with Lamb on top of me, trousers straining slightly. She moved down my body slowly and put one hand on my stomach, the other grasping at my member through the trousers, slowly stroking along its length a few times. Eventually she moved her free hand up to raise her mask a tad, baring her purplelipped mouth. She lowered her head until it was level with that of my member and softly started to lap against it with her dark-blue tounge, mewling quietly to herself as she let her saliva wet through the clothing. I tried to put my hand on her head to encourage and stroke her, but then she flinched away at once, like a wild beast. She slowly moved back to me, her mask slipped up enough to show how flushed her cheeks were. I repositioned myself against the wall of house and moved her down to sit in my lap after drawing my trousers down below my knees, smirking at how she tried to keep her thighs together for as long as possible before finally giving in with a whimper, showing off her soaking wet fur along her inner thighs, centered around her gash. I carefully positioned myself as if to enter her there, but she shook  her head swiftly and moved up a tad more, spreading her thick warm fur to bare her rear end, pushing downwards to let me prod her donut. Both it and my cock were soaked in the mixture of our juices, so I put my hands on her wide hips once more to push her downwards. As I entered her rear she let out a lewd whine and bit down on her lip to silence herself, letting out muffled groans as I went deeper and deeper.
"It feels like when you .. Like ..", she huffed but blushed completely red at such a lewd mention and shut herself up alltogether, slowly starting to pump herself up and down, putting her hands on my chest for balance. Eventually she had worked my cock in as far as it would go, her warmth surrounding me completely. I held her hips in place to let her adjust to the insertion, but felt she wanted to keep moving. She was panting and dripping like a bitch in heat already, just doing whatever to keep herself bouncing on my member.
"Easy..", I said quietly, making her whince in reply. The second I let off on her hips she started bouncing up and down swiftly, wet noises released from our conjoinment with every hard motion. I groaned lightly, feeling my climax build up swiftly to say the least. She only went faster and faster, pumping her thick rear up and down, almost milking along my member with her puckered donut. Just as I thought I would finish she simply went limp and almost fell down on my member, burying her face in my shoulder, biting down on it while she cried out, all muffled. Her juices suddenly splashed out over my abdomen, her rear end convulsing around my cock over and over while he rode her climax out.
"Mmmnhh..! Mmffhh..!~", she whimpered, finally slumping over to lay next to me, her rear end making a lewd sloshing sound as my cock exitted it. Her head fell down into my lap, and she soon began to lap and suck on my member, apparently eager to make me finish as well. I helped her along a tad by sliding down a bit against the wall, letting her head lie in place while she could fit the top three inches of my cock in her mouth. It wasn't long until even that became too much, and soon I found myself pushed over the edge, rope after rope of thick spunk delivered straight into Lamb's mouth. She did her best to swallow it all, but was evidently too exhausted to even do that, sloppily letting it spill all over my stomach and abdomen. Lamb eagerly milked my cock until it had no more semen to give her, and then dutifully lapped all she could up from my stomach before crawling back up to nuzzle into my chest, curling up like a thick blanket over me.
 It wasn't long before we both fell asleep, blissfully exhausted of both energy  and juices.