The Maiden and the Mutt (Twokinds smut, Maren X Sythe)

(Inspired by the events of these pages
http://twokinds.keenspot.com/comic/1089/
http://twokinds.keenspot.com/comic/1091/ )

This was crazy.  What the hell was she thinking.  What would her parents think?  Though honestly fuck them.  If she wanted to enjoy life she was allowed to.  The thumping of her heartbeat in her ears reminded her that she was probably drinking her wine too fast.  Despite this realization, she quickly downed her second glass.

“Hey, slow down there.  Again, I don't want us to do this if you're not sure.” Sythe said from behind her.  She could feel him stepping close, almost as if he was about to wrap his arms around her.  But he hesitated.  She could still sense him, and smell him.  That earthy scent of wolf fur.  A year ago she would have said it was gross and animal-like, but after all this time she'd spent with him it was comforting.  The scent of a friend, and... maybe more.

Maren slowly turned to face him.  God, why was he so adorable with that silly little doggy grin on his face.  She reached out and ran her hand through his fur, stopping to rub at his ears.  He closed his eyes and she could see his tail wag.  She wasn't making the gesture in a demeaning manner, but as one of genuine affection.  “I like you Sythe.  I do... And I don't want to just... chicken out because of all these prejudices I've built up over my life.”

He smiled again, and moved to hug her.  “Humans like this, right?  Some soft stuff before we get to the main course?”  She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, we like a bit of foreplay.”  She ran her fingers through the fur on his back.  She half expected some battle scars or something to be hiding beneath the thick fur, as she saw all wolves as fierce warriors.  But she remembered how Sythe had lived a relatively sheltered life.  Mostly she marvelled at how soft he was.  She giggled as his snout moved from her ear to the crook of her neck.  Quick little lick-kisses from him, tickling her skin.  Her hands moved lower, until she was near the base of his tail.  She'd heard... stories about how the area was sensitive to stimulation in Keidrans.

It wasn't long before he was panting, she guessed she was doing something right.   He pushed closer to her and she felt something wet pushing against her stomach.  Pulling back slightly, she looked down and spotted it.  His furred sheath had swollen and grown, to the point that the tip had opened and allowed a large, slick, red shaft to emerge.   It was different than a human penis, definitely.  But not so different.  In all the ways that mattered it seemed to work the same way.  The thing was twitching and dribbling with thick drops of a clear fluid.  “You're lucky I'm just wearing a bikini.  If you'd stained one of my dresses I'd have been really ticked off.”

She caught a distinct musky scent in the air, and to her embarrassment she had to catch herself from letting a bit of saliva drip from her mouth.  Was she really this wanton?  Was it the alcohol?  Did she really just want to fuck this wolf boy so badly?  From his panting and the glazed look in his eyes, he definitely wanted her.

Surprising both Sythe and herself, she was quickly on her knees before him, bringing herself close to his throbbing red shaft.  “Oh wow, humans really aren't that stuffy or chaste when they get in the mood, eh?”

“Shut up and just let me work.” Maren said, trying to keep up her tough exterior and her attitude, but she could feel herself melting.  She wanted to keep control somehow, or she imagined she would just throw herself on the bed and beg for him to take her.  Would that be so bad though?  Sure she might be a little embarrassed later, but it sounded like it would be really fun to just let go...

She brought her face closer, and finally let her tongue out to lick the slick shaft.  The taste was strong and musky, but not as harsh as she had expected.  Maybe because he'd just washed.  To her surprise she found she actually liked the taste.  She blushed even harder, picturing what she must look like right now.  On her knees, eagerly lapping away at a wolf male's cock.  Like she was just another horny canine keidran bitch eager to become one of his latest spoils.  God, why did that sound so hot to her?   She felt like she would cum soon if she kept up these depraved thoughts.

Once again, she set herself to continuing.  If she hesitated too much she might convince herself to cancel the whole thing, and she didn't want that to happen.  She looked up and saw Sythe biting his lip as her tongue was starting to poke the edges of his sheath.  His cock was so erect by now that it kept the sheath taught, and wouldn't allow her tongue entry.  But she still enjoyed testing it's limits.  She reached up with one hand and cupped his softly furred balls and then opened her mouth, finally taking him past her lips.  She let out a muffled groan as he thrust his hips, and it felt like another inch of wolf cock slid from the full sheath.  He was even bigger than she'd thought.  His rapid panting was even louder in her ears now.  She could feel him holding back, eager to just thrust away as hard as he could.  She placed her hands on his, and put them onto her head.  He looked down at her, seeing what she was suggesting.  That he could thrust away if her wanted.

He actually growled, and she had to brace herself as he started to thrust.  One of her hands held his hips, while her other went down to her own sex to stroke herself.  She couldn’t deny it anymore.  This was so hot, she needed this more than anything.  Even though she’d told herself she wanted him to be rough, she was surprised at how hard he was thrusting.  She hoped she didn’t get a bruise on her face or anything like that.  She would probably die of embarrassment if anyone in the group found out about this.

The whole situation (and her own careful finger work) finally set her off.  The first of what she hoped would be many orgasms washing through her.  Sythe paused in his thrusting, then suddenly went stiff.  He carefully pulled out of her mouth with a slick wet sound.  He leaned down and started sniffing her.  He could sense that she’d cum.

“Not in your mouth.  I want... I want to mate with you properly.  I'm ready now.”  he said, eyes focusing on her face despite the haze of arousal filling his head.

She tried to gesture to the large bed in the room, but he wasn’t listening.  He was content to take her there on the floor, with only a carpet to cushion them.  He pushed her down, leaned in and gave her sex a few quick strokes with that wonderfully long tongue of his.  He didn’t need to warm her up much, she was already so wet.  But he still gave a few licks, just to enjoy her taste.

Before she knew it he was on her, gripping her, mounting her, and jabbing at her with that red spire of his.  She’d always thought of him as a bit scrawny and helpless, but in this moment she felt that animal strength that all Keidran had.  A fierceness and instinct that drove them.  Closer to their base desires than humans ever could be.  Her face rubbed into his soft furred chest as he swayed, hunched over her.

She cried out as he roughly penetrated her.  It wasn’t her first time.  But she’d never done it with a non-human before.  The slight pain didn’t last long, and his rough jabbing at her quickly turned to a more gentle rhythm.  More loving, but still abnormally fierce by human standards.  The buzz of the wine, his strong scent, that pleasurable throbbing where he joined with her.  She was so happy she could lay here with him forever.

She pulled his head down and kissed him.  His wet nose, his breath, the little whiskers that tickled her cheeks... those canine traits no longer bothered her.  He was charming.  He kissed her back, licking the inside of her mouth in a trusting gesture.

The went at it for a while, the floor-boards beneath them creaking slightly at the force of their coupling.  She was getting tired, he’d coaxed a second climax out of her and he himself hadn’t peaked yet.  Then something in his manner changed.  She could feel it.  That same urgency from earlier was back.  She knew what came next.

She pulled his panting face back to hers and nodded, “Do it, stick it in me... all the way.”  He gave her a worried look, “Are you sure Maren?  It might be... too big for you.”

She gripped her thighs and he yelped, feeling his sensitive shaft being gripped tightly by her sex.  “Stick that knot in me and fill me with your pups you dumb wolf!” she cried, before leaning up and biting him on his shoulder.

He growled and resumed his thrusting, pushing with all his might.  She could feel it, that swelling at the base of his cock.  Growing larger and larger.  She didn’t care, she would make it fit.  She needed to complete this union with him.  With an ear splitting howl from him and a cry from her, he came, firmly locked into his mate.  She called out his name, not caring who in the estate heard them.  His hips finally slowed, giving a few last thrusts before he kept them pushed into her.

Her own words replayed in her mind.  The idea of carrying his pups.  What should have been a ridiculous idea.  But the more she thought of it, the less terrible the idea sounded.  She would make a good mother.  And looking over at Sythe, his face now calm, his eyes closed in the serenity of post-copulation, she knew he would make a good father one day.