A Couple of Idiots, part 2

Natani shrank under Keith’s advance. She backed herself up against the trunk, holding him with trembling hands through every grind, letting him guide the makeout.
Then her hands snuck in beneath his jacket to send a firm stroke down his back, all the way from his shoulders to the base of his tail, which went rigid and rose like a sword, strong enough to lift the heavy coat above his rear.
Her gesture was followed by a light moan, in a higher pitch than her usual voice as Keith returned the motion by slipping his hand under the black assassin robe to place it at her side, gently caressing her strong hips and haunches.
After a couple more full-body grinds like these, Keith freed his left hand to open his jacket. He didn’t hesitate a second before throwing it off, instead warming himself against Natani’s steamy fur. A few moments later he realized Natani must’ve done something similar to her chest bindings, because the surface he pressed against was suddenly softer and bulkier, his snout resting on a pair of hefty breasts. Her grip on his tail-base tightened, her long claws scratching his fur into a scraggly mess and forcing another growling moan out of him.
The throbbing pressure in his chest was still there, but it was eventually diminished as the minutes trickled by, coming out as light huffs on her bristling cheek. Keith suddenly noticed a trembling somewhere in his hips. He didn’t know how long they’d been kissing, but at some point his legs had started shaking. He hadn’t even noticed it, but now he could barely keep himself up.
He stroked Natani’s thigh and found her shivering as well, having spread her legs a little to both bring him closer and to even the height difference between them. At some point she’d slung her arms around his shoulders, and now she was holding herself up by only her hands and the pressure from his chest pinning her against the tree.
Keith did one last push, grinding himself against her now sweaty and bosomy body, feeling her flex and harden in response, before pulling back just a little bit…
…And whimper as her claws dug into his shoulder, instinctively grasping at the closest thing they could find as she collapsed onto the ground with a surprised yelp.
“K-Kei-whuf!”
Natani was heavy, so all her claws accomplished was to drag him down with her. A soft thud and a breathless gasp later they were tangled in each other’s arms, Natani awkwardly propped up against the tree and Keith leaning against her with his face buried between her breasts.
“Thah… -hah- Keith… -haah!-” She gasped, before giving up, snapping for breath. Keith did the same, huffing into her warm fluff. There was a sweet and gentle musk in his nose that hadn’t been there before, and he realized she must’ve disabled her scent-blocking spells too. He knew he should probably let her know that at some point, in case it had been accidental. But for now, all he could do was ease himself into her moist fur.
With his ears perked up and resting on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat thundered through his head. Soon he felt her hand ride up to grope his ear again, this time only scratching the outer area near the tip, her thumb-claw rifling through the tufts of fur.
“You... Got a lot... better since the boat” She panted. Her voice was a little lighter than before, and slightly surprised.
She kept his ear stiff by firmly thumbing and fingering it, sliding her hand slowly back and forth from the earlobe and across the entire length. And though her movements were resolute and strong, she paid great attention not to tug at the old wound halfway down.
It wasn’t something Keith had noticed while they’d been kissing, but now that they were laying in each other’s arms, he noticed his ears weren’t the only thing that’d hardened; The front of his pants were a lot tighter than before, filled out by his half-erect manhood poking awkwardly against Natani’s leg.
Though he was sure she’d already noticed, he instinctively shifted to the side a little; That level of intimacy wasn’t something he’d want to force upon her. But all she gave was an awkward chuckle, and another squeeze to his ear, making him stifle a light moan;
“Eheh... You know, Keith... This ain’t actually the first time I’ve felt your... uh, sword against my leg. B-but it’s okay, you can leave it there... I-if you want, I mean.”
He looked up at her with in confusion and was met with a shifty gaze and the deepest blush he’d ever seen. Her eyes darted back and forth for a moment, but she didn’t shy away, and instead relaxed benath him.
“It was... The morning after we got to the estate. You were out cold, but er... Well, most of you was out cold.” Her eyes flickered back and forth. “Gave me a bit of a shock. Thought it was the tip of your tail at first. Then I noticed it was way harder than that, and also wearing boxers...”
Keith raised an eyebrow; He’d been about to apologize and pull away. “So... you’re alright with this? I thought you didn’t want to go further than kissing?”
She cleared her throat. “W...well... You were the one who kissed me so hard I almost choked on your tongue, while also grinding against me...” She stopped him from even opening his mouth this time. “...And no, don’t apologize! I... I think we would’ve got here sooner or later anyways. I’m glad to see a more confident side of you for once. Your eyes are much prettier when they’re sparkling.”
She put her other hand up to his ears as well, holding them in a strong grasp like a captain manning a ship’s wheel. Keith failed to hold back the gasp, and let it slip out into Natani’s chest as he sunk his face into it.
“Does it really feel that good?” He heard her puzzle. “Having your ears massaged, I mean. I agree it’s nice to get a good scratch and ruffle up there from time to time, but you said it was just about affection and intimacy. Is it a sex thing too?”
The muffled moan he gave was answer enough: Yes, absolutely.
She chuckled and groped a little softer, stroking gently along the rigid length. Once again, her hand stopped halfway down his right ear, thumbing lightly at the old gash.
Her chest rose and sank under his snout in a sad sigh. “…So many old wounds. You’ve got scars all over your chest and belly too.”
He nodded into her breasts. “Yep. Been in rough weather a few times. Not a big deal.”
Her thumbing in his ear got a little firmer. “It’s a big deal to me. I really don’t like to see you get hurt. You spent so much of that boat ride being either wounded or sad, and... well.” She pinched the tips. “These things aren’t as fun when they’re all limp.”
She let go of his ears and let them stand up on their own. “I-I guess what I’m trying to say is... I care about you. I want you to be happy, and I'm tired of seeing you sad.”
Even if he hadn’t heard her voice waver, Keith felt a slight tremble running through her chest when she said it. Her heart beat steadily at his face, a heavenly series of vibrations. He sunk his face in and relaxed, his body finally unwinding.
He’d spent almost all his life worrying.
Worrying about his own future. Worrying about Laura. Worrying about redemption to his country. Grieving over friends and family lost. But with Natani holding him so close, her body strong, warm and open, it felt like things were finally falling into place. The lump in his throat was still there, and it still hurt, but the warmth and comfort washed away the worst.
Natani’s hand moved down his back again, all the way to the base of his tail. He hadn’t noticed how hard it had been swishing back and forth this entire time, and he caught the sound of hers wagging and brushing against the ground beneath.
“So anyways...” She mused, in a tone that sounded like it was supposed to be casual, “What were you about to say, back when I kissed you? Were you just moaning my name or was there something more?”
He needed only a moment to consider, before looking her in the eyes.
“Oh, just your name…” He said. “…And ‘I love you’… But I feel like that would’ve been redundant, since you probably know that.”
There.
Now that he thought about it, the phrase ‘I love you’ wasn’t all that grand or important. They were just silly old words, and rather contrived ones at that. He’d even said it in such a casual and unimportant way, it hardly felt like it could symbolize anything. He wondered why he’d waited for so long, and why he’d worked himself up so much; A tired old cliché of a phrase couldn't describe the ache and fire in his heart, nor how awful and fantastic it felt.
“Yeah…” He heard her say. “I-I knew that…”
Her reply had sounded casual as well, but the slight stutter at the start, as well as a subtle change in her breath told him it was a bit more complicated than that.
“That was… pretty obvious, actually. W-with the way you kiss, I mean…” She continued, her breath shallow and quick. Keith could feel her heart racing faster and faster against his ear. “A-and… just so you know, I… feel the same way about you.”
Keith raised his head up from her chest to look her in the eyes, and was met with a deep blush, lowered ears and bristling whiskers.
“So… W-what I’m trying to say is… I-I…” Natani stuttered, before firmly grabbing hold of his ears again; “Ah screw it, I was never good with words. C’mere, I’ll tell you in archaic Keidran instead.”
This time she didn’t have to pull his face closer to reach it with her tongue. Her breath flowed onto his face as she gave him a wet and heavy lick right on the snout, leaving a slick patch of saliva on his nose.
Keith raised an eyebrow, puzzled. He’d expected another kiss.
“What are you…ngh-”
She broke him off with another lick, this time directly on his lips, pushing her tongue into the roof of his mouth and past his teeth, then out and up to his snout again with a wet, sloppy noise. Her breath quickened as it blew against his eyes, keeping his face warm in the night.
“Y-you know how you said tail-holding was the lewdest thing in the world? Well, we keidran also know how to show intimacy… Most of them involving mouths and tongues. Thought I’d give you a demonstration.” she puffed hastily.
Keith struggled to hold back a chuckle. “You know, Natani… I’m preeeetty sure licking people is a lewd gesture in most cultures, not just for wolves…”
He was silenced by a growl and another firm squeeze at his ear.
“Oh, shut up! I just want an excuse to try this out. Is that too much to ask?”
She brought him close and began licking him passionately; Her tongue was heavy and strong enough to deform his cheek as she pressed it against him over and over, leaving his fur matted and wet with warm, sticky slobber. Like a mother cleaning its puppy she lapped and nibbled his scruff, working her way down from his cheek and onto his jaw, and then his neck.
And Keith had to admit: This wolfish kind of sexual advance was just as effective as anything involving ears or a tail; Natani’s hot and rapid breath, her wet tongue and her strong fingers in his ear stoked the fire in his chest and groin, and he had to stop himself from grinding against her, his erection straining happily into the front of his trousers.
Natani must've felt the same, for soon each breath came with a low whine from her nose. She leaned against the tree, grabbed his back and squeezed him so close he ended up rubbing against her lower belly regardless.
“Mhn... Keith...” She mumbled between two licks and pulled them both to the side, off the tree and onto the ground. It was a gentle move, and the dirty tangle of tiny roots made a decently soft surface for Keith's back as she rolled on top of him, still licking his face intently.
But rather than straddle him, she laid flat onto his chest and used her size and weight to pin him to the ground, luring her legs down under his hips to slowly squeeze herself against the underside of his loins.
Her tongue eventually worked its way to his snout again, and then down to his mouth.
The first lick only went as far as his lips, giving him a lipstick of canine saliva.
The second one painted the roof of his mouth once again, before trailing back out.
And with the third she tilted her head sideways to properly lunge in and fill his entire mouth with a kiss that almost went down his throat. She came down on him with her full weight and pushed him against the ground in a fully clothed reverse mating press, squishing him flat with two hundred pounds of hard muscle and soft breasts. She complemented this with a heavy forward thrust, rolling her weight across his front like an iron against a shirt. It didn’t faze her that she was rubbing against his firm groin, nor that she let it poke her hard in the belly; She didn’t seem to care when he squeezed back, wrapping his feet around her rear and gently thrusting upwards.
Keith opened his eyes but found that he couldn’t see; Natani’s hair had fallen down in his face, and his vision was blocked by it. All he could see was her mane as it brushed softly against his eyes.
All he could hear was her breath, a rough, deep and canine panting, paired with needful whines and low gulps as she sucked and licked at his mouth.
All he could taste was her tongue as it wrestled his own into submission. This time she didn’t move it back for another lick, but kept it there at the back of his mouth, letting him enjoy its warm, strong and slippery fullness.
All he could feel was the intense heat from her chest and bosom; With his legs spread and locked around her butt, he was squeezed as close as he could possibly get. Her heart thundered wildly through her breast, and her body wiggled subtly back and forth, destabilized by a recklessly wagging tail.
And all he could smell was the unfamiliar and gentle scent of an increasingly aroused female wolf. It stood in stark contrast to everything else about her, a sweet and distinctly feminine aroma that wafted a little stronger against him with each second.
Every single one of his senses were Natani.
She was all he knew.

The moment was heavenly, and he wished it could last forever.
Sooner or later she had to pull away and ease the pressure. She opted for 'later', and Keith was left below her for what was probably more than a few minutes, still smushed into the ground, kept warm by her hard breath and loving embrace.
After what felt like ten minutes but should have been an eternity, her jaws loosened up just enough that they could both breathe through their mouths. A few moments of steamy panting later she pulled out. Her tongue slid against Keith's before breaking contact, and a few wet strings of drool trailed behind, dripping onto his face.
She got up on all fours and wiped her mouth; Her face had a tinge of red on it, her eyes locked deeply into Keith's. The wolf's long mane blocked out the rest of the world, and for all Keith cared, the rest of the world didn't exist.
She licked her lips. “That... that's Old Keidran for 'I love you'.” She huffed. “I-I'm not good with sappy words, and I like this way better.”
Keith couldn't agree more.
With Natani was out of mouth and a few moments to breathe, Keith noticed she'd managed to drag him a few inches along the ground, solely by the strength of her thrusts. He let his legs fall to the ground and stroked her haunches, trembling lightly. Her hands were on his chest as well, sifting through the fluff that had started to spring out with his winter coat.
“You’ve got… ah… Pretty strong hips.” He commented awkwardly. “Where'd you learn to thrust like that?”
Keith hadn't though it possible for her to blush any harder, but he was proven wrong as she propped herself up on all fours, still positioned between his legs as if she were the man and he was the woman.
“I...” She cleared her throat. “I have the instincts of a normal man, apparently. I've also, uh...” She swallowed.
“What?” Keith tilted his ear. “I thought this was your first time?”
She looked back and forth like she was weighing whether to share a secret. It only lasted for a moment before she sighed in a way that screamed 'screw it, might as well'
“Y-yeah, it is. Technically.”
She hesitated for another moment,a little unsure where to start. “I've... been out on the town a few times before, and it's not that I don’t know my way around girls… I just don't have the... equipment to go any farther than kissing or light groping. Besides, I can’t let anyone get that close to me. You know how it is.”
Keith nodded; He remembered the first time he'd learned her secret, back in the Wreathwood bath house. Her eyes had flickered in a moment of murderous intent, before darting around and eventually glazing over with tears as she'd realized it was too late to hide it, all in a couple of seconds.
“...But that didn't apply to Zen.” She continued. “With the whole Magi Brothers reputation, we were quite popular. He didn't have the same... issues as me, so he had no problem getting laid. Now, we were mostly busy hunting, working, drinking or mending wounds for things like that, but he did score every now and then. The mind link made it pretty awkward, since I sometimes caught glimpses of his side by accident. It was mostly annoying for him at the start, but eventually it made me jealous, as strange as it all was. I think he must've noticed, because one day he offered to let me... Er, 'come along for the ride', as he put it.”
“What, like letting you... watch him?” Keith pondered with a highly telling eyebrow. He really didn't know what to make of the magical connection between the two siblings.
“No! Ew! Well... not exactly.”
She bit her lip and placed her hand at his side, her pelvis still wedged between his thighs. “It was more like that time he took control over me to talk to you and Flora, just the other way around. He kinda moved himself to the back and let me take the reins. It was awkward, weird and a little gross to use his body for that, but...”
She shrugged. “I'm an adult wolf. I have needs, just like everyone else. My real body would stay at home and hug a pillow while my mind was occupied with the real thing. It wasn't perfect, but it helped me blow off some steam.”
Behind the masculine self-confidence, her voice had a light shiver to it.
“Nice of him to let you do that.” Keith commented. “Don't know if I'd willingly let anyone else inside my head. Did you ever thank him?”
Natani puffed a cloud of steam onto his face, a warm smile hiding in the corner of her mouth. “I did... By saving his ass multiple times, just like he saved mine. Never kept a tab on how many favours we owed each other. All I know is, he cares for me a whole lot, just like I do for him. There was never any point in saying 'thank you', since we both knew we had to rely on each other. My brother may be a big dumb idiot, but he knows how I feel, and he would always…
watch... ov...”
Her brows furrowed into a focused frown before she could finish the sentence, like she'd just remembered something. From his position beneath her, Keith could see the hairs on her shoulders rise and her ears turn backward, as if she'd heard a sound from behind her somewhere in the woods.
Keith focused, but even with his refined ears all he could hear was Natani's breath and the low static of a million snowflakes settling on pine trees and dirt.
“Natani...? What's wr-”
“Are you SPYING on us?!”
She shoved Keith away, but kept a hand on his leg just in case as she pointed into the woods. “Do you have any idea how weird that is? Can't you see we're- that I'm... busy?!”
She looked down and made a feeble attempt at covering herself, which only made her breasts flop out past her arm as she squeezed them.
Keith followed her pointing hand, but saw only trees, snow and darkness.
“Natani, wha-”
“Oh, don't you dare give me that!” She continued, fuming. “I'm not the one lying in bed with a ruined leg, I actually know how to take care of myself! My life’s none of your business, and you have no right to be hovering over it all the damn time!”
Oh. Right. Zen.
Keith wondered if he could subtly shift his erection so it would follow the leg of his pants without anyone noticing; Now that someone else was watching him, the huge awkward tent in the front of his trousers became painfully obvious.
But Natani paid it no mind and turned to face him instead. Her blush had become angrier, and her eyes dim when she spoke again.
“And that goes for you too, you little pervert!”
“Wh... What are you on about now?!” He stuttered in utter confusion.
She blinked a couple times, before making her voice soft. “Oh, s-sorry Keith. I... I wasn't talking to... Just hold on a second.”
She blinked, and when her eyes opened, they were still pointing at Keith, but set on something else, like she was looking into the distance.
“No, you don't get to 'watch'! I don't even know what you are, and I want you out of my head! Both of you! Go away!”
The wolf put her face in her hands and growled, ears lowered. She then moved her finger around her head as if drawing a box. Keith could just make out the faint glow of mana trailing after her index claw. When she was done, her face was a frustrated snarl and her whiskers were trembling.
“There. Now we're... actually alone. Gods, what a headache...”
It was upsetting how quickly her mood and entire being had changed from the unbreakable and self-confident wolf into a nervous and angry teenager in the blink of an eye. Her voice had taken a noticeable shiver, her tail had placed itself defensively between her legs, and her arm was still clutched in front of her bristling chest.
A voice from the past shot through Keith's head;
'Natani's been through a lot of crap, and the last thing he needs is more. He won't admit it but he's vulnerable, and he's put a lot of trust onto you.'
This alleged vulnerability had never really presented itself to him; he was usually the one to lean on Natani for support... Or being forcibly pulled back onto his feet, rather. She was always the steadfast rock he could collapse onto, always the one to block the blows for him.The Natani in front of him now was a cracked facade, and her well-hidden weakness shone out from under her robes.
She shook her head and looked to him with a wavering grin. “What. You have no idea how annoying it is to have a bunch of other people in your head. I thought they would at least leave me alone while I'm... While we're...”
She looked back down at the sharp bulge in the front of his pants and swallowed. Then her eyes flickered between his face and his groin a few times, before going shut in frustration yet again.
“Ghhrrgh... I... I don't know about this. I don't know if I'm quite ready. N-not for that.”
The level of uncertainty and defeat in her voice was unlike anything Keith had ever heard, and he felt the sting in his chest again. She had been increasingly playful and teasing about the subject of sex ever since she woke up from the coma, to an almost unnerving degree. But now she began to unravel, her hands shivering lightly, though he wasn't sure whether it came from angst, cold or anger.
But he knew it was time to step in.
“Look... We don't have to go any further unless you want to.” He sat up and edged a little closer, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I've been with you for long enough to know how weird this subject is. I wouldn't mind just kissing the night away, as long as it keeps you happy.”
She looked away from him, and he could feel her scowl.
“I didn't ask for this.” She muttered rustily. “Living as a guy was always easy, apart from annoyances like estrus and chest bindings. But now, I...” She cast a quick look down at the bulge and took a nauseous breath. “I just don't know anymore. Part of me wants it more than anything else in the world, but then another part of me just... ghr- loathes the thought of... going all the way. Especially with a guy. I have no idea which one I want to-”
“Then don't!” Keith interrupted. “Don't force yourself to do anything you're unsure about. I don't know how the divide between your mind and your body works, but I don't want you to ever strain yourself with these things unless you're sure you want to. I never cared if you saw yourself as a man or a woman, because it wasn't your body I fell in love with. It was just... you.”
He inched even closer, close enough to feel her breath. “The person who cared for me when no one else would. The one who carried me when I was too weak to stand, let alone walk.”
This time it was his fingers that made their way to her ear and squeezed it softly. “Just be Natani. You don't have to be anything more. Not to me.”
She swallowed again, and her leg kicked a few times as he scratched her.
“You know, Keith… Being myself was never easy.” She mumbled. “After joining the assassin’s guild, I made peace with the fact that I could never let anyone get close to me. That I would never have anyone to confide in but my brother, and definitely not…”
She looked at Keith’s bare chest, at his glistening fur and the sinking bulge in his pants. “…Definitely not like this. There were so many times I had to scramble to cover myself, throw on a towel or a robe at the last second to hide my body. I learnt scent blocking spells, chest bindings and male canine body language pretty quick, because a single slip-up would mean expulsion from the guild at best, and at worst… Well.”
She let out a snort.
“Let’s just say most of the assassins wouldn’t have cared that I was six. They would’ve seen a woman and done what criminal low-lives are known to do with young and scrawny ladies. It wasn’t a pleasant mental image, so I made sure to tighten those bindings ‘till my face turned blue, and triple-check my spells every time I walked out the door. Some part of me got a bit of a kick out of dressing like a guy and masquerading amongst them without anyone knowing, but I still did it largely out of necessity.”
She smiled, but Keith could see the sadness in her eyes. “Then Zen and I went on our first real mission, and you know how that turned out. If there was even a trace of femininity left at that point, it went out the window when that spell hit me, along with everything else between my ears. I’ve had a few talks with the weird young version of myself, and she remembers it all. Don't know exactly how much I trust her, and I still haven’t quite figured out where I stood before that spell hit me, but I know how much I came to hate this body afterwards. The instincts I had built up became natural. My clothes and chest bindings were more than just attire; They became my first and last line of defense against beatings, rape and death. It didn’t help when I reached adulthood and started going into heat and grew breasts the size of coconuts. The thought of being seen naked went from scary to abhorrently disgusting, and it became harder and harder to hide. I’ve been in an uphill battle my entire life, and every feminine thought or action felt like a personal defeat.”
She growled. “Whenever I got caught without my chest bindings it felt like I got hit with a sledgehammer. The sort of dropping sensation of your life being over. Even if it was just Zen, it still hurt.”
The wolf brought a hand up to one of her breasts and weighed it. “Stupid bags of fat. The hell are they even for? They’re soft, impractical and heavy, and they keep getting in the way of everything I do.”
Keith saw his moment to disagree.
“I don’t think they’re that bad.” He mumbled. “The rest of your body is so hard and muscular, it’s a welcome change to see some softer parts. They made for good pillows earlier, when you smushed my face into them. You didn't seem to have any problems with it a few moments ago.”
She shook her head, and a few locks of hair fell into her face.
“It's not really the boobs I'm worried about. I've gotten used to being seen by you, so it doesn't bother me anymore.  In fact, I kinda like it. I-it's pretty refreshing to sit around bare-chested for once. Never had the opportunity to do that around others.”
She massaged her breasts and ruffled the thick fluff between them. Her blush drew a faint line across her muzzle, and she blew a few strands of hair hair to the side. “No...” she continued. “It's more Zen's fault, really. I had no idea that idiot would be creeping on us, so it gave me a bit of a shock to feel his eyes on my neck. After booting him out, I looked down and saw your, uh...” She cast a glance at his pants, eyes flickering. “Your full Basitin mast. Then it hit me where we would probably be going with all this, and I just... got a little...” She groped for words again.
“Nervous?” Keith pondered.
“Mhhh... Maybe. There's more to it than that, but I guess 'nervous' is accurate enough. I ain't the kinda wolf to get anxious around people, but there's something about sex that I just can't wrap my head around. Licking, kissing and light groping is great, but anything more is... Rgh.”
Keith nodded and moved close enough to feel the warmth of her breath; his spittle-covered whiskers had begun to freeze over, but the cold didn't bother him nearly as much as seeing the her so disheveled.
“Then we can lick, kiss and lightly grope our way through the night.” He said. “Or all the way through the next day, Rose be damned. Your spell makes us invisible, and you're cut off from your brother; the world outside this pine tree's branches doesn't exist as far as I'm concerned. There's just you and me, and we can do whatever you want. You decide where we go next.”
The wolf blushed, before giving a short chuckle.
“Damn, Keith. When did you become such a sappy little poet? Did my nap on the boat mess you up that much?”
He gave her a quiet look; yes, you big idiot. I thought you were dying.
Her hand found its way up to his ear again. “Well... You can start by giving me a good lick. Never felt a tongue on my face before, and it was fun to do it with you. Kinda wanna know how it feels myself. I guess we can see where things go from there... If we want.”
“Mhm.”
Keith complied, dutiful and passionate; Natani's cheek was a lot fluffier than his own, and he had to press his tongue hard into the thick fur to reach her skin, feeling it give way and squish under his touch. He licked her thoroughly along the jaw and almost all the way to her ear, leaving a slick wet rut in her cheek-fluff.
“How's that?” He murred into her neck.
“Kinda... wet.” she admitted. “Warm. A little tingly. Did I ask you to stop?”
He replied with another lick in the same spot, while placing his hand on her other cheek to keep her in place. The fur was slightly dusty and tangled, but soon smoothed out under his careful grooming. His tongue lacked Natani's size, but the bumpy texture made short work of loose fur, and soon the wolf's cheek was glistening in the faint light, clean and moist.
He then made his way onto her long and powerful muzzle, this time against the grain, until he was lapping onto the black snout and her breath shot against his lips, almost uncomfortably hot.
He gave her mouth a lick and a short wet smooch before working his way down her other cheek and onto her jaw, his breath heavier than before; Natani’s scent and taste were more intense when his nose was buried in her pelt, and it didn’t hurt that her fingers had snuck back into the base of his ears, fumbling, groping and squeezing away at every Basitin’s weakest spot. His pants began to tent once again, and there was nothing he could really do to stop it when Natani placed a hand on his lower back and squeezed him against her, pressing his erection into her lower belly.
“N-Natani, I-” he stuttered, flustered.
“It’s okay,” She mumbled, her voice flush. “It’s fine as long as I don’t think about it too hard. Just… keep going, like when you pushed me against the tree. I’ll let you know.”
Keith puffed and lowered his muzzle back to her cheek. The lewd hug made his ears blush and burn. But so long as she wanted it, he supposed he could...
With the wolf's firm grasp around his ear and lower back, Keith returned the embrace. His mouth moved gently from her cheek and down to her jaw; there was a patch of beard-like fluff jutting out below her lip, and it needed grooming.
With a couple licks and a few gentle nibbles, he straightened and cleaned it like a cat grooming its litter, feeling Natani's breath directly in his ear. Natani herself made a sound halfway between a whine and a happy dog noise, then moved her head skywards and exposed her soft, vulnerable throat to him, her tail wagging up a storm of dirt and pine needles.
Keith had spent enough time with wolves to know their body language; Intentionally leaving your neck exposed was a sign of ultimate trust, a move carried over from their animal brethren to show they were not the least bit afraid of an attack, that they would never consider the other a threat.
As he slowly licked his way past the underside of her jaw, Keith had to ponder exactly how large an effort it must have been for someone like her to ever display that gesture; she swallowed heavily, and her throat convulsed under his tongue.
Her fingertips were already prickling his back, her breath growing heavier every time he pressed his muzzle into her neck. By the time he reached the softest spot, his back was hurting from her claws, his left ear was moist from her steamy breath, his hands had found their way to her haunches again, and the hard bulge in his pants was throbbing against her belly.
He was waiting for it now. Waiting for the wolf to pull his hand away from her hip, shifty-eyed and uncomfortable. Then the guilt would hit him for having gone too far, trespassing on unsteady ground with the sexually confused wolf.
And sure enough, he soon felt her shaky yet resolute hand around his wrist when she pulled him off her haunch. Her grasp was tight as she led his fingers away from her hips, up her torso…
…And placed them directly on her boob, so hard he almost squashed it flat.
Keith nearly choked on his own tongue.
“Ghrk-Natnh-“
“Sh-shut up.” She moaned quietly. “Don’t… read a-anything into it. Just keep going.”
‘Not reading anything into it’ was a tall order; His claws were already sifting through the soft fluff, and her breath had developed a high-pitched whine behind the usual raggedness.
But continue he did. Natani's neck was warm and soft against his whiskers, and he went at it with renewed vigour. Drawing his teeth back behind his lips, he closed his muzzle around her throat, careful not to bite. Her pulse beat strong in his mouth, and his tongue was forced back when she swallowed yet again, a hot tremor under his snout.
After a moment of hesitation, he ducked forward and pressed himself against her, nibbling at her neck with light and toothless bites. His left hand was buried in long locks of hair, and his right one busy with her chest; From all his hard-as-nails sparring sessions with the huge and masculine keidran, he'd never thought she could be so soft. The tit gave way for his finger like a feather pillow but was still firm and heavy enough to fill his hand when he cupped it, and then some. His finger brushed over a firm protrusion in the otherwise soft fur, and his ears perked up further when he realized he’d just rubbed over her erect nipple.
Keith heard the moan rise up Natani's throat before it reached her lips. It was a distinctly feminine noise, smooth and high in pitch. It sounded halfway reluctant, and halfway relieved as it blew into his ear.
“Mmnyeah~”
She squeezed him again, and he had to pull his teeth back not to bite her. The hard tent in his trousers laid itself against her hips, but it didn’t seem like she cared or noticed, because soon after he felt her hand on the outside of his own, pressing it against her breast and reinforcing his grip as he groped and fondled it. The nipple grew harder and warmer when he rubbed at it, and soon it poked out of the fluff, red and tender between his index and middle fingers.
Keith used his free hand to fasten his grasp around the wolf's back, sneaking it in under her cloak as he nibbled, sucked and licked. The taste and scent nearly overwhelmed him, and he let himself get lost in her wet fur and mulled breath. Her pulse thundered past his snout, faster and faster every second.
Then, with heavy breath and a trembling hand, she trailed her fingers down past his chest, down his scarred torso and placed them lightly on his groin. Keith felt her strong hands stroke the tip of his member through his trousers, before nervously cupping his shaft, borrowing warmth from it in the cold night.
It was all so good.
In their heated kissing and groping, they'd slowly tumbled and dragged themselves away from the protection of the tree, out to where the snow fell heavy onto the ground. Natani's head rested on a thick white pillow, and as Keith raised his gaze from her neck, he saw her with a crown of snow and pine needles nestled in her mane. Her face was a mess of wet fluff, hair, dirt and frost, but her wide smile lit it up like a lantern, and for some reason she looked more at ease than ever before, even with her shallow and nervous breath steaming against his snout.
Their eyes met for a moment.
Something in Natani’s stare always sent a tingle down Keith’s back, and this time was no different; The sweet shock went down his neck, raising every hair on his back as it shot all the way through to his tail. The warmth in his chest almost made it hard to breathe, and it seemed as if Natani felt the same; her whiskers bristled, and her fur laid flat in a flush display of hesitation as her breath grew stunted and erratic.
Then her hand made its way further down, pressing against the sensitive sheath. This time her grip was firm, and she squeezed forth a low whine from his chest when she fondled the bottom of the shaft.
She took another shallow breath, gave one more squeeze, and spoke up;
“Ah-... S-screw it.”
Her voice had an air of resolution to it.
With her free hand, she grabbed his ear and yanked it sideways. This time it was his turn to land on his back with a surprised outburst. Natani didn’t wait a second before sitting up, crawling onto him and plopping down in his lap, this time opting for a wide-legged straddle over a manly frottage.
“Screw it all... I want you too much. I don't care if it’ll make me feel like a woman, that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.”
Her hands made their way to his groin again and fumbled with the lacing on his trousers. With lightly trembling fingers, she pulled his pants down and was almost slapped in the face by his member as it sprung out of its confines.