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The lapping waves of the ocean hit the beach gently, and Ororu was grateful that night had come at last, with no sign of a storm. The stars were slowly taking over the evening sky, and soon, the moon would come up.

He tossed a piece of uncooked meat to his wolf, and the beast hungrily gobbled it up. He ruffled the dog’s mane, noting how big the beast was for its breed. Then he looked down across the camp to the water’s edge.

Ursule was there, sitting sideways as she dragged her fingers through her white hair. She was naked, bathing after a day of hunting the great Cyclops here on the ocean islands. She hated to go to bed with blood coating her skin, though it was not something she actually avoided doing. She was a good warrior, and loved to jump into the fray with Ororu’s dog at her side, hacking at the knees of the Cyclops’ they would find.

But then there she was, washing all the blood off.

Ororu shrugged. It didn’t really matter that much to him. Watching her bathe naked in the twilight was delight enough. Knowing he would soon be having her in his arms was even better.

They were old friends, and wonderful battle companions. They had long since given up trying to love. He was a Barbarian shaman, and didn’t have time to love, given the five wives he kept hungry for him in his northern home village. She was Drow and didn’t understand the word.

What they shared now was an understanding that while they camped, their bodies would eventually meet. Even the strongest of resolves and wills had needs to fulfill, and while they hunted together, they saw no need to hold that back, not when both were willing.

As he watched her, thinking on how excited his flesh was getting, she turned to him and caught him staring.

“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to end up wanting me so badly, you’ll be two strokes in and done your business.”

She chuckled and got onto her hands and knees. Wisely, Ororu’s dog moved from his side.

Ororu shifted in his seat on the soft sand, leaning against the fallen log. Then he boldly reached beneath his kilt and pulled out his long, thick cock. Before Ursule’s widening eyes, he began to stroke himself. He eyed her, grinning as she began to creep toward him, catlike. She skirted their slowly dying fire and made her way to his bare legs, until she was almost between his thighs.

“You’re teasing me, woman.”

“But you like it when I tease you. You like it when I make you so hungry for me, you have to just take me and – “

He reached out, quickly grasping a thick lock of her hair in his fingers, and pulling until her head twisted slightly. She made a soft pained sound, but then just grinned at him, even as she winced.

“Was there something you wanted?” she said coyly, pale eyes gleaming at him in the evening light.

“You know what I want,” he growled, releasing her hair slightly.

It wasn’t his nature to hurt her like that, but sometimes, he was sure she was trying to make him do it.

“Tell me, then, Ororu. Ask me…or, if you dare…command me…”

She snickered and licked her lips, keeping her steady gaze on his.

She was a warrior. And though he had been casting magick that could turn her body against her, make her skin crawl with disease and her blood boil with poison…she was and could be a very serious threat to him.

The idea of commanding her to please him appealed to him all the more.

“I want you to suck me,” he said quietly, pulling on her hair again lightly.

“What? I can’t hear you.” He knew she could hear him better than anyone else. He glanced at her pointed ears, then back to her dark lips and bright wicked eyes.

She was teasing him, forcing him to be cruel. She liked it that way.

Ororu gave in.

He pulled up his kilt, fully exposing his heavily furred groin. He grasped his cock in one hand, stroking it hard upwards until several drops of precum came out of the slitted hole on the top. He looked at her, and tugged harder on her white hair.

“Suck me,” he commanded.

And she obeyed.

Ursule put a hand on either side of Ororu’s groin, her fingertips stroking the pubic fur there. Then she moved her palms to his cock and began to rub it, moving around it in circles.

“I said, suck me. Don’t tease.”

The sound of his voice must have affected her, because as he watched, her flesh broke into goose bumps of excitement. Her mouth dropped to his cock, and she was suddenly hungrily gobbling him. He leaned back, hands on her head, enjoying her suckling.

Her head moved up and down, her tongue lathering along the shaft and dragging over every swollen vein until he was throbbing hard. He forced himself to sink into a bit of a trance, then, to keep himself from cumming.

Ororu suddenly didn’t care if her mouth might get sore. He wanted her to suck him for a long time. He reached out with one finger, stroking her cheek and feeling the rise of his cock beneath her flesh. His touch was tender now.

Then, he looked up, hearing a noise.

It was nothing, just the dog, he realized. He watched as the beast padded around the camp, nose to the ground.

But the dog’s eyes were on Ursule’s squirming behind, weaving this way and that as she bobbed up and down on his master’s cock.

Ororu furrowed his heavy brow in thought. He looked between his pet’s legs. The male dog was excited, and very much excited. The bright red tip of his dog cock was peeking out of the furry sheath of his grey fur as he slowly edged closer and closer to the Drow warrior’s feet.

Ororu smirked, wincing as the woman’s tongue curled around the ridge around the head of his cock, but quickly suppressing the urge to cum yet again. He wanted to see where his dog was going with his instinctual ideas.

It didn’t take him long to see.

As Ursule’s feet came closer and closer to the snuffling wolf’s nose, the barbarian cleverly reached out with his thick fingers and tangled them in Ursule’s hair. He gripped her tightly, slowly sliding down the log to the sand, so his body was tilted at less of an angle. Ursule’s mouth worked over him furiously, not releasing him, her hands on his thighs and hips.

He could still see over her bobbing head and weaving buttocks to where his wolf is. And by sliding down, he had forced Ursule to push back more.

Right towards his wolf.

With his fingers tight in her hair, he kept the Drow warrior working over his cock, as he watched his pet come closer. Carefully now, the dog maneuvered his nose between the woman’s knees. And it wasn’t until it was too late that she felt the hot lash of the beast’s tongue on her cunt.

Ursule made to pull away, but Ororu kept her tight on his cock. She looked up at him, eyes wide, blinking.

“Suck me. You said for me to make you. I am. Now suck me.”

Ursule blinked a few more times, noticing how tight the barbarian’s fingers were in her hair. The wolf lapped at her privacy a few more times, but then she closed her eyes and lowered her head back down. She was struggling to focus on his cock, the barbarian realized.

Because the wolf’s tongue against her pussy must be pretty incredible…

Ororu looked back over Ursule’s ass, and spoke under his breath.

“Spread your legs more.”

She obeyed.

The wolf came closer, head up now, nuzzling Ursule’s cunt and lapping at her mons with his tongue. Then Ororu could see the wolf moving his tongue deeper into Ursule’s privacy. He was really digging into her with his mouth, almost drinking her up.

She must be very wet, the barbarian realized.

The idea of her becoming excited as his wolf made his cock jump in her mouth, and she seemed to notice it immediately, moaning around his cock. Ororu slid up a bit more now, back to his original position. By doing this, he was forcing Ursule to put her head lower, making her put her ass higher up, rounding it out.

For his wolf.

“Hup,” Ororu commanded.

And his wolf obeyed, instantly knowing what his master was asking.

‘Hup’ was their word for ‘up’. And up he got.

The barbarian watched as his wolf’s clawed front paws slid up over the Drow’s bare back, raking across her skin until they were at her sides, around her breasts. Then the beast brought them back up, resting them on her shoulders for support. The barbarian turned his head to one side, his fingers flexing in the woman’s hair as he looked for his wolf’s cock.

There it was.

The dog’s hips were thrusting wildly now, in the beginnings of his sexual heat. He was seeking her cunt hole and not finding it as easily as he would on a true bitch.

“Help him,” Ororu ordered the woman suckling his cock.

Ursule groaned but obeyed, moving her bottom back. Then suddenly, she gasped, releasing his cock.

The wolf had found her puss, and was now thrusting his thick straight rod into her hole. She lifted her face, mouth opened, eyes closed. He turned more and looked around Ursule’s ass, to where his pet was fitted perfectly around her form.

His wolf was fucking the Drow for all he was worth. And she was loving it.

Ororu looked into Ursule’s face, and reached underneath her, grasping his cock firmly and stroking it. She opened her eyes and they were glazed over with a desire Ororu was familiar with. Groaning, she lay her cheek on the inside of his thigh, keeping her hips still for the shaman’s pet, to prevent him from slipping off.

Ororu stroked himself faster and faster, watching as his pet’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, past the great massive teeth.

He could cum soon, watching his friend being fucked by his own dog.

But he wanted to see more.

He reached out with his free hand and stroked Ursule’s face, teasing the finger tip along her parted lips.

“Get up on your hands and knees.”

Ursule opened her eyes, and slowly obeyed. He reached under her body, his one hand vigorously stroking himself as the other groped for one of her heavy pendulous breasts. Taking one in his palm, he squeezed it, making her wince with the pressure.

As expected, the wolf lost his purchase, his heavy soaking cock slipping free of the woman’s sheath. But the beast didn’t give up, only went back ontop of his master’s fighting companion. He growled low and nipped at the back of the woman’s head, taking it in between his strong jaws.

He was determined to fuck her, the barbarian realized, grinning.

This time, the wolf would not let the Drow slip away.

Bucking against her buttocks, the wolf struggled and struggled until finally it found purchase. It found a hole and plunged in, not caring that it was now defiling the woman’s rarely plundered ass. Into her anus the dog cock slipped, soaked with the fresh juice of her cunt. And the wolf bit harder on her neck as he reveled in the new tightness, fucking her harder now, faster.

Ororu could feel himself ready to cum soon, as he watched Ursule’s head tilted back, forced into that position by the wolf’s sharp teeth on her jugular. He wanted to cum, and cum hard.

Quickly, the barbarian got up on his knees, and with a hand on top of the Drow’s white hair, he forced his cock into her open mouth.

“Suck!” he commanded, thrusting forward.

Ursule sucked hard, and he quickly began to fuck her face, listening as his pet wolf began to whine through his teeth.

He was sharing his bedmate with his dog. It was beyond his imagining. And it felt divine. Ororu forced more and more of his cock into Ursule’s mouth, until he was passing the head into her throat. She groaned and whined, but the wolf’s teeth on her neck prevented her from pulling away.

“Suck, suck!” Ororu commanded.

Then he was cumming. And he could see that his wolf was cumming too. They were cumming into the Drow together.

Spurt after spurt of cum poured down Ursule’s throat, and she struggled to swallow the great gobs of white semen seed. But he held her head tight until he was done releasing into her mouth. Then he shook his cock against her lips, watching as the spidery silver webs of cum draped from his cock head to her tongue.

She looked exhausted, spent, and still slightly shocked. She looked over her shoulder and seemed to try to pull away from the wolf, who growled quickly in response. The tones were dangerously low and fierce.

She looked back up at Ororu, who was leaning against the log again, completely drained and satiated.

“What is he waiting for,” she whispered.

“Who, the dog?”

Ursule nodded.

“Well, when dogs have sex, their cocks swell up at the end, once they have cum. With my wolf here…well, as you’ve discovered, he’s quite large.”

Ororu chuckled, putting his hands behind his head and watching as Ursule’s eyes got wider and wider. Behind her, the wolf thrust again and growled.

“Not only are you stuck to him until it goes down, but he also seems to like fucking your ass. And he may just get excited again, and fuck you again.”

He laughed as she gulped in shock. Then he grinned.

“Well, don’t worry. I’ll keep you well fed.”

He reached down to his half limp cock and shook it, until it started to wake up again.

 

K.Skellington.
Copyright © 2002 [BloodWine Productions]. All rights reserved.
Revised: October 24, 2003 .