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WARNING: This story contains adult material. If you aren't supposed to
read stuff like this, then don't.

Story Notes: This is a work of fiction. All characters are purely the
work of my over-active imagination. The places might be real, but all
details are FICTION!

Author's Note: I am reposting this because I fixed some faults with the
formating and some grammatical mistakes. I tried to edit it as best I
could. For those of you who have already read this chapter, there are
some word changes, but the story is unchanged. I have also reposted these
fixed chapters on the {ASSTR} website under the author listing:
Islador/Lupine Dreams

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Islador at lycos dot com

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Lupine Dreams---Chapter 6     Author:  Islador



Pacing her truck down the mountain wasn't difficult for him.  His
sleek gray form melted around the trees and he nearly floated
above the ground.  There was something to be said for being an
otherworldly monster with almost limitless strength and speed
that couldn't be matched by any other animal on the planet.  She
wasn't driving as fast as she could, but she wasn't taking her
time, so he didn't interfere.  They made it down the mountain and
had turned southeast at the fork.  

They traveled for another few miles and had almost made it back
to the main road when they saw headlights up ahead.  She slowed
down as they approached, trying to get off to the side so that
the other vehicle could pass by on the narrow dirt road.  When
the approaching vehicle was about fifty yards in front of her
truck it swung sideways, blocking her path.  She hit the brakes
and laid into the horn.  She managed to stop just a few feet
short of the other truck.  Two men jumped out and they both had
large handguns.  They approached her truck, one of them had a
large flashlight and he turned it on, shining it into the cab and
over the back of the truck.

She rolled down her window and shouted, 

"Are you fucking crazy?  Who the fuck do you think you are?  Get
that piece of shit out of my way!"  

The one with the flashlight didn't answer her, but turned to his
buddy.  

"Hey, Bob!  She fits the description but there ain't no wolf in
that truck."

"What the fuck are you talking about?  Of course, there's no wolf
in my truck.  Now, get that Ford piece of shit out of my way."  

The one with the flashlight still ignored her.  

"What do you think, Bob?"  

Bob was looking all around the truck and the woods.  Since he
didn't have a flashlight, it didn't do him much good.  He finally
looked at his buddy.  

"Fuck it, Tim.  Let's get out of here.  I don't like doing this.
Screw Scott, that asshole!  I think that shithead made up the
story so we would help him stop her so he could fuck her.  Fuck
that shit!  Let's go back to the bar and get another beer." 

With that pronouncement, they got back in the truck, backed up
and left the way they came.  All Nikki could think of was, 'Well,
thank God for drunk stupid assholes that can't find their own
ass's with a flashlight and a gun!'

She heard a rumble off to her left and she turned to the noise. 
All she could see were two red dots floating above the ground. 
They winked one at a time at her then disappeared.  It gave her
the shivers to think that her lover had those eyes.  She rolled
the window back up and started the truck down the road.  She kept
the truck at a fairly good speed, but she didn't want to leave
her lover behind.  

When she saw a flash of gray in her headlights several yards up
in front of her, she knew she didn't have to worry about it
anymore, so she sped up.  She made it to Teton Canyon Rd. without
any further interruptions; turning left she headed for highway 89
and home.  She kept a lookout for that other truck, but they must
have turned down a different road.  She didn't see any headlights
or taillights in either direction.  The rolling hills kept the
sighting distances short, but at night it was always easy to see
the twin beams of headlights as they approached the top of a
hill.  At one point she was looking in her right side view mirror
and got the shock of her life, again.  There was Dagomarus in the
back of her pickup with his head sticking out the side, tongue
flapping in the wind grinning ear to ear.

She made it to Choteau with no problems.  She noticed Dagomarus
wasn't letting his tongue flap in the wind anymore either.  He
had laid flat on the bed of her truck so that any casual
inspection of the truck would reveal nothing.  She drove to her
house on the east side of town.  When she pulled into her
driveway she looked around to her neighbors houses.  Lights were
on but nobody was outside.  

Choteau was one of those sleepy little towns that, after the sun
went down, the residents were at home watching TV or they were at
one of the local bars soaking up a tomato beer with lots of salt.
 Since the curtains were closed on both houses, she decided it
was safe.  She got out of the truck and pulled the backpack out
with her.  She casually walked to her front door, unlocked it and
opened.  She stepped aside as if to check her mailbox on the side
of the house, when she felt, rather than saw the gray shape shoot
past her.  

She walked into the house and shut the door.  She had a couple
small nightlights plugged in around the house so she didn't have
to flip on the big lights to see her way around.  She set the
backpack on the kitchen table and then walked over to the fridge.
 She opened it up and reached to get a beer.  She needed one
tonight.  She didn't drink all that often but when she did she
liked the really good stuff.  Grabbing a church key off the side
of the fridge, she popped to top off her Samuel Smith's Brown Ale
and took a long pull.  She sighed, god that was so good.  She
noticed she had someone at her elbow.  She looked down and
noticed that Dagomarus was staring at her beer and sniffing.  She
chuckled.

"Would you like one too?"

He nodded his head rapidly and grinned.  She pulled another Brown
Ale out of the fridge and got a bowl out of the cupboard.  She
set the bowl on the kitchen table and poured it for him.  He
began to lap it up, and he didn't stop until it was all gone.  He
was chasing the bowl around the top of the table before she
giggled and grabbed it from him.  He sat down, looked up at her
and let loose a belch that rattled the windows.  She started
laughing and trying to shush him at the same time.  

"The neighbors will hear you!"  

He looked at her and grinned.  

"That figures, I bring a new guy home and the first thing he does
is drink my beer and belch so loud the cops get called."   

She bent down and kissed the end of his nose to take the sting
out of her words.  

"Come on, lets go get you settled into your new home." 
 
He followed her out of the kitchen and down the hallway.  She
walked down the hallway, pointed to the door on her left. 

"That's the bathroom.  We'll have to figure out if you can use
that or not."  

She walked a little further and turning to her right. 

"This is OUR bedroom."  

He didn't miss the stressed word, but he was just a little leery
about walking into her private bedroom.  She stepped inside and
motioned for him to come in.  She walked over to the window,
rolled the blinds shut and then flipped on the little light on
the nightstand.  When his eyes adjusted for the new brightness,
he looked around the room.  It was a fairly typical woman's
bedroom.  There were flowery prints on the wall, lacy drapes on
the window, stuffed animals on the bed, shoes lining the closet
floor.  Things haven't changed much in a hundred years.  

He had walked over to her nightstand and then sniffed at the
drawer.  He could smell HER inside the drawer.  This confused him
a little.  He sniffed it again.  Yep, definitely her musky scent
inside that drawer.  He looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow. 
She looked at him with the same quizzical expression, until he
pointedly sniffed the drawer front.  Then her face went
completely beet red.  

"You stay out of that drawer, pal.  What's inside that drawer is
mine.  Besides, with you here now, I won't need that anymore
anyway."  

He shrugged.  He wouldn't open it, but it sure smelled good.

He looked at the size of the bed and chuffed.  He looked at her
again and then looked at the bed.  They weren't both going to fit
on that thing.  She saw what he was getting at.  

"Yeah, I'll have to dip into the savings account and buy a bigger
bed.  I'll do that tomorrow during my lunch break."  

He turned to her when she said the last and raised an eyebrow.  

"Yep, I have to work for a living, fuzzy-face.  Somehow I don't
think anybody in town would hire you."  

He shook his.  This was very different.  Women working at jobs? 
Somehow he just couldn't picture her slaving over a stove or up
in front of a classroom.  Those were the only things women had
been allowed to work at the last time he had been around
civilization.  He looked up at her giving her that expression
again.  

"I work at the local newspaper, the Acantha." 

That seemed to satisfy his curiosity for the moment.  He walked
back down the hallway and entered the living room.  Seeing the
large fluffy couch, he walked over to it and plopped down into
it.  Stretching out his entire length, his nose hung off one end
and his tail the other.  She walked in behind him just in time to
see him do this.  

"Are you going to shed all over my nice clean couch?"  

He opened one eyeball and looked at her, then nodded.  

"I guess I'll be buying more vacuum cleaner bags too."

He relaxed into the cushions of the couch, luxuriating in the
feel of the softness.  This was a damn sight better than a bunch
of pine needle or a damp dirt floor in a hole.  She watched him
settle in. 

"You go ahead and rest there for a little while.  I'm going to
take a shower and get ready for bed.  It's been a long day and I
do have to go to work tomorrow."  

He grunted but didn't open his eyes.  She turned and walked back
down the hallway.  A few minutes later she was under the spray of
the hot water, letting the stress and the grit of the day wash
off.  When she finished and had toweled off, she slipped an extra
large men's t-shirt over her head and walked back out into the
living room.  She could hear him snoring.  Well, he must really
be relaxed for him to be making any noise at all.  

She tiptoed over to him and bent over next to his head.  Just
before she was going to say something, the eye closest to her
opened up and looked at her.  The snoring didn't change pitch or
speed.  She smiled at him.  

"Come on, fuzzy-face.  I know it'll be a tight fit, but you're
sleeping with me tonight."  

He grunted and rumbled.  He wondered if she had really meant to
say what he took it as.  When her face turned red and she tweaked
his ear, he had his answer.  

"You, mister, have a one track mind.  Now come on, I need to get
some sleep."  

She stood up and he slipped off the couch, following her to the
bedroom.
  
He stood in the doorway while she turned the sheets down and
crawled into bed.  He got a flash of her bare backside as her
shirt rode up as she slipped under the covers.  She flipped the
covers back on one side and then patted the mattress.  

"Come on, fuzzy-face.  I want you next to me tonight."  

He grinned and walked up to the bed.  He looked at it and tried
to decide how best to accomplish this.  He put his front paws up
on the bed and scooted forward until his head was up next to
hers.  When that was semi-comfortable, he lifted his rear legs
and curled them up over the top of her legs.  He shifted a few
times, and finally found a position where she wouldn't be crushed
by his weight, and he could still put his head up by hers.  She
laid back on the pillow and turned out the light.  

"Good night, fuzzy-face."  

She kissed the end of his nose and closed her eyes.  He snuggled
up to her and put his muzzle against her neck, his hot breath
fluffing her hair.  She was still smiling when she drifted off to
sleep.
   
The buzzing wouldn't stop.  

"NHMMMMmmmmm."

Monday morning.  Work.  She rolled over and hit the snooze bar on
her alarm.  She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
 Was it a dream?  She was alone in her bed.  No, it couldn't have
been a dream.  It was too real.  Then she heard the toilet flush.
 Dagomarus?  She flipped the covers back, jumped up, and running
on her toes she ran for the hallway.  When she peeked around the
corner she watched Dagomarus step out of the bathroom door.  He
turned and saw her peeking at him around the door jam.  Her
looked back into the bathroom and then to her and shook his head.
 He stepped into the hallway, stuck his nose inside the door, and
pulled the door shut.  He then turned to her and gave her an
apologetic expression.  Well, she thought, at least he tried.  I
guess this wouldn't be the first boyfriend I've ever had to clean
up after.
  
She stepped into the hallway and walked to him.  When she got to
the bathroom door, the smell hit her.  Nothing smells as bad as a
high protein diet predator in the morning.  She wrinkled her
nose, opened the door just enough to reach in and hit the fan
switch.  

"Is there a mess?"  

He shook his head.  

"So, it's just the smell?"  

He nodded.  

"Okay, then I can live with that, just hit the second switch
BEFORE going the next time and it won't be as bad."  

He nodded again.  

"I don't want to kill my appetite, so lets move this conversation
to the kitchen."  

He spun around and headed for the kitchen, with her right behind
him.  He padded over to the table and pushing one of the chairs
over to the corner, sat down and waited for her.  She started
making coffee and pulling a bowl from the cupboard, fixed herself
some cereal.  He watched her go through her morning routine.  He
managed to not drool on the table when she bent over to pick up a
flake of cereal she had dropped, her pale white cheeks peeking
out from under the shirt.  She felt the stare and turned to look
at him.  

"Not this morning, fuzzy-face.  I have to make it to work NOT
smelling like sex."  

She gave him a kiss on his nose and sat down next to him.  

"Are you hungry?  What can I get you to eat?"  

He shook his head.  He got up and went to the kitchen sink.  He
jumped up, putting his paws on the counter top.  Turning the cold
tap on with his nose, he started lapping at the water.  When he
was done, he turned the water off and came back to sit next to
her.  

"You are slick.  Okay, so you can do some things around the house
for yourself."  

She went back to eating her cereal and drinking her coffee.  She
put the dishes in the sink and went back to the bedroom to get
dressed.
  
While she was getting ready for work, he went into the living
room and stretched out on the couch.  I am going like living in
here.  When she came back out, her hair was up in a bun and she
had a suit on.  He turned to look at her when she stepped into
the room.  The difference in her appearance was shocking to him;
he sniffed in her direction to make sure it was still really her
under that get up.  She smiled. 

"Yeah, I know.  Everybody body says the same thing when they see
me on the weekend after just seeing me like this."  

She went to him and kissed him. 

"Now behave yourself today while I'm at work.  You can't eat the
vacuum salesman for a snack."  

He grinned.  

"Seriously, if someone starts poking around, hide in the
basement, the door is at the far end of the hallway."  

He nodded.  She kissed him again and went out the door.

He watched her truck disappear down the street.  He decided he
wanted to know everything he could about this lovely woman.  He
started going through all the rooms and if possible some of the
drawers.  He did open the nightstand drawer, even though she had
asked him not to, but that smell, so intoxicating, drew him like
a magnet.  He slowly pulled it open and looking inside, couldn't
help but laugh.  No wonder she was embarrassed, the women he had
known in the past would have never openly admitted to having
something like that, well, almost all of them anyway.  

He nosed the drawer closed so as to not disturb the contents. 
After a couple hours of nosing around the house, he figured out
she was just a single woman who was very ordinary.  Nothing
dangerous or illicit in the house.  The photographs of people
intrigued him; he could tell that most of them were family.  The
facial features told him that much.  He wondered what she would
tell them about him, hopefully nothing, but he knew it was only a
matter of time before someone discovered she was housing a giant
wolf.
 
He slept most of the day on the couch.  He just couldn't get over
how nice it was to sink into something so nice after all these
years in the wild.  When the postman delivered the mail, he
watched through the curtains.  Nothing odd about the man's
behavior, just doing his job.  Okay, so maybe that Ranger didn't
blab it all over, or hopefully everybody thought he was nuts and
ignored him.  He wondered when Nikki was going to come home.  He
knew from the past that some jobs lasted most of the day and into
the night.  Maybe she was lucky and didn't have to work long
hours.  That brought up another thought, money.  He hadn't
thought about that concept for a very long time.  Civilization
ran on money, he knew that much, it hadn't changed since Caesar's
time, so why would it be different now?
 
Something kept floating around just outside his consciousness
when he thought about money.  What was it?  Had he done something
to insure he would always have money if he needed it?  Why?  He
loved roaming the countryside, not caring about the humans and
their dirty cities.  It gave him a headache trying so hard to
remember.  Maybe I'll take another nap and it'll come to me.  So,
he laid down on the couch again and slept.



Nikki didn't really mind going into work today, even though it
was tough getting up this morning, she really needed to go in. 
Since she worked at the Acantha, the weekly newspaper in town,
she'd have access to any 'news' of the weekend's events.  She
wasn't a reporter, but she talked to the one person who was. 
There were only seven people who worked at the paper, and she was
the typesetter.  That gave her access to everything that was
going to go into this weeks issue.  She also took care of the
papers 'other' business, the print shop.  To supplement the
paper's income and serve a needed niche in the small community,
they printed business cards, letterhead, and pamphlets.
  
Luckily, the paper had modernized a few years ago, so she didn't
have to do the 11" x 14" negative's and acid wash aluminum drum
plates to print anymore.  They had computers and a modern
printing press, although used, it was much better than handling
those smelly chemicals all day.  The one caveat to the modern
process, her hours got cut.  Since she also handled customers'
work from the print shop side, she was almost back to forty
hours.
  
She parked around the back and went in to see if there was going
to be any immediate fallout from the weekend.  Dave, the
photographer and printer, was just getting himself a cup of
coffee when she walked in.  He turned and smiled.

"Hey, Nikki!  How was your weekend?  Didn't you go camping up
into Lewis & Clark?"

Her inner fears immediately flowed out of her.  If Dave hadn't
heard a thing yet, maybe she would be okay.  Her relief must have
shone on her face because Dave gave her a funny look.  

"Oh, I went camping, but it didn't go as well as I had planned."


She decided to head off any screwy stories by putting her spin on
the events before anyone else had a chance.

"What happened?"  

He had a concerned look on his face.  She liked Dave, even if he
was a little strange.  That guy never went anywhere without a
camera, and she suspected that he took a lot of photos of things
he really shouldn't.

"Well, my campsite got ravaged by a grizzly bear."

"Oh my god, Nikki!  Are you all right?  You don't look hurt;
how'd you get away?"

"I think that there were two of them and they started fighting
over who got to eat me first and I slipped out the back of my
tent and ran for my truck."  

She wanted to get this out into the air fast.  She had to have
the two bear story to explain the carcass left by Dagomarus.  She
knew that once Dave found out about it, he'd jump into his truck
and go take photos of it.  Something like this doesn't happen
very often on the Front Range.  It's almost unheard of to see a
grizzly in the Lewis & Clark National Park, let alone two.

"Jesus!  That was lucky.  Well, not lucky about your campsite,
but at least you got away.  Hey!  Draw me a map and I'll go take
some shots of the campsite.  This'll liven up this week's edition
for sure!  I can see Faith's headline now, 'Local Escapes
Mauling'."

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  Sure, I'll draw you a map."  

Yep, that was predictable Dave.  He'd be gone for the rest of the
day.  She knew the next round of fun would be Faith, the one and
only reporter they had.  She was the perfect person for the job.
She was a terrible gossip and had to know everything everyone
else was doing.  She was tenacious when she thought she should
know something and you wouldn't tell her.

Nikki drew the map for Dave and after grabbing his cameras and
some extra rolls of film; he went out the door.  Faith came out
of her little office to see what all the commotion was about. 
She saw Dave scoot out the door and turned to Nikki to get an
explanation.  

"What was all that about?  Where's he going so soon on a Monday
morning?"

"He's off to shoot some pictures of my ruined campsite from this
weekend."  

She dreaded the next hour, because she knew Faith wouldn't stop
her questioning until she thought she had every juicy detail.

"Why?  What happened to your campsite?"  

Faith's eyes sparkled and Nikki could almost see the drool start.
 Here we go, she thought to herself.  Nikki went into her
prepared story of the two bears and even included the bit about
the 'sexual harassment' from Ranger Scott.  When she was done,
Faith's eyes were the size of saucers and her mouth was hanging
open.  

"He actually tried to get you to have sex with him?"

"Yep, the creep even got his buddies to try and help stop me when
I was leaving the mountains."  

She went on to tell of her run in with Tim and Bob and the crazy
story of a giant wolf they were supposed to be looking for.

"Giant wolf?  What giant wolf?  You didn't say anything about a
giant wolf attacking you."

Just like a pit bull, Faith wasn't going to stop chewing into
this until she had everything.  Nikki knew she had to explain
this part carefully.

"I didn't see any giant wolf, Faith.  That's the point. 
Evidently that creepy Ranger Scott told his buddies that I had
some giant wolf and to stop me from getting out of the Park with
it.  These guys were drunk and they had guns.  I was more afraid
of them and what they might do, than I ever was when those
grizzlies were fighting in my campsite.  They really freaked me
out."

"What did you do?  You didn't have a gun did you?"  

Faith was on a roll now.

"No, I didn't have a gun.  You know as well as I do, you can't
have firearms in a National Park."  

Nikki said this with a straight face.  The locals carried guns
into the Parks sometimes, not really against the chance of bears,
but crazy tourists and the occasional freak that was up there
trying to get away from it all.  You just hoped you didn't get
caught with it.

"What did you do?"  

Faith was almost ready to fall off the front of her chair as she
leaned towards Nikki to get the next part of the story.

"Well, once the two drunks figured out that I didn't have a giant
wolf in the truck and that Scott had told them a big one to get
their help, they packed up and went back to the bar for another
beer.  I drove home without seeing them or Scott again."

"I am so going to get that creep fired from his job for what he
did to you.  The Park service is going to go ape when they read
about this.  I'm going to have the whole front page this week on
this story alone!  Your attack and escape and corrupt Park
Rangers trying to take advantage of a woman in need!  OHHHH!"  

Faith was really worked up now.  Nikki hadn't thought about
getting the guy fired as part of her plan.  She had just wanted
her version out first before Scott could start trouble for her. 
Maybe this would be better.  She did feel guilty about the guy
getting into trouble over this, but damn it, he had tried to
capture or maybe even plan to kill her lover.  Those two guys did
have guns and they had looked like they were ready to shoot
something if it jumped out at them.
  
Faith started typing on her computer furiously, getting all the
details of the weekends events into the system as fast as she
could.  She had Nikki repeat some parts of her story for
clarification.  After another hour of Faiths questions, she was
finally allowed to get back to her work.  Nikki was surprised
that nobody had come in looking for her while she had sat talking
to Faith.  When she walked out of Faith's office she spotted
Steve, the manager and publisher of the paper, her boss, standing
outside his office door waiting for her.
  
"I overheard most of your story.  Anything you want to talk
about?  Anything I can do?"

She could see that Steve really cared.  He was a good boss, a
genuine nice guy.  She new why he cared, Steve had a mild crush
on her, but was too much of a gentleman and honorable man to ever
hit on her.  He was her boss and his integrity wouldn't allow him
to 'make a move' on her while she worked for him.  Besides, he
was married.  Getting involved with a married man in a small town
would be inviting disaster.
  
"No, I'm fine.  Thanks for asking though.  Please tell me you
heard enough so I don't have to retell it again?"  

Nikki tried the sympathy card, which she occasionally played on
him to get something.  She didn't do often, so it normally
worked.  Steve laughed at her discomfort; he knew what a pain
Faith could be when she got onto a story.  

"No, I won't make you retell it again. I'll read all about it
when Faith is done.  Go ahead and finish that order of pamphlets
for the Stage Stop Inn, someone is supposed to come by later
today to pick them up."

"Okay.  I think I can have them ready by lunchtime.  Oh, speaking
of lunch time, I need to run an errand, so I'll need to take a
full hour today if that's okay."

"As long as the pamphlets are done, you can take as long as you
need for lunch.  How's that?"  

He might be a nice guy, but work came first with him.  If you
promised a customer that something would be done by a certain
time, it had better be done by that time.  Nikki thought about
how much was left on the project, and even though it might be
tight, she knew she could do it by 1 o'clock.

"Yeah, that'd be great, Steve.  I can have it all done by one and
then take my lunch hour."

Steve nodded his okay and went back into his office.  She went to
her computer desk and brought up the graphics program.  She
wasn't high enough on the food chain in this small paper to have
an office.  There simply wasn't enough floor space in the small
building to have that many offices.  At least her desk had a view
out a window.  Granted, it was just Main Street, but at least she
didn't have to stare at a wall all day.

                     
 
He felt warm lips on his nose.  He opened one eye and looked into
the face of a smiling angel.  His love was home!!  

"Hey, fuzzy-face.  Have a good nap?"  

He stretched out as far as he could, listening to the joints pop
and the muscles creak.  He sucked in a deep breath, filling his
nostrils with her scent.  He held it for a few seconds and then
let it out slowly.  He snaked his tongue out and circled her lips
with the tip.  He opened both eyes and looked at her.  

"Well!  If you aren't the prime example of a couch potato!!"  

She chuckled and then hugged him.  He rumbled his pleasure to
have her so close.  She pulled back and smiled.

"Let me get out of these clothes and we'll figure out what to do
for dinner."  

With that she got up and went to her bedroom.

A few minutes later she was back and the change was remarkable. 
Instead of that sexless suit she had been wearing, now she was in
a sleeveless t-shirt, shorts and her hair cascaded down her
shoulders.  He chuffed and nodded, approving the change.  She
smiled and did a little pirouette, finishing with her hands on
her hips with her chest pushed out.  He couldn't resist, he stuck
his nose up in the air and softly howled.  This really made her
smile and giggle.

"Now that's what I call a real wolf-whistle!"  

He shifted his position on the couch and pointed to the spot with
his nose.  She came over and sat down.  She leaned back onto the
arm of the couch and stretched her legs out lengthwise along his
body.  He hooked her legs with his front paw and pulled them up
to his chest.  Shifting slightly, he maneuvered her feet so that
they were right in front of his mouth.  She watched this with a
bemused grin on her face.  He slowly pulled her socks off with
his teeth and them proceeded to lick her feet and toes.
  
Her head tilted back and she moaned. 

"Ohhhh, that feels so good!  I could definitely get used to this
after each day at work."  

He didn't hurry or make it overly sexual, he massaged her feet
with his tongue.  Her occasional moans let him know he was doing
it right.  After twenty minutes had passed and he showed no signs
of stopping, she looked over at him. 

"You really like my feet don't you?"  

He stopped long enough to return her gaze and then went back to
licking her toes.  If you only knew, he thought.  When he started
running his tongue between each toe, her moans became more
frequent and deeper in tone.  He caught the faint whiff of her
excitement, causing him to increase his ministrations on her
slender toes and the soft skin of her arches.

Suddenly she pulled her feet back and jumped off the couch.  Not
saying anything or looking at him, she closed the drapes, turned
on the stereo, and pulled her shorts down.  She grabbed one of
the pillows off the couch and laid down on the floor in front of
him.  With her head propped up and her legs spread before him she
looked into his eyes. 

"This is next on the menu!" 

He grinned and nodded.  Slipping his long body off the couch and
onto the floor between her legs, he complied with her wishes.  He
slipped his tongue out and circled the treasure before him,
catching the first few drops of moisture that had started to leak
out between her lips.  The moan she let out came from her belly,
deep and long.  

"YESSSS!  I have waited all day for this."

This time he wasn't going to shoot her to the moon in a few
seconds, this time he wanted to savor the experience and her
flavor.  He rolled the fleshy thick lips along his tongue,
occasionally dipping the tip just inside her opening to catch the
juices that were beginning to flow more rapidly.  He flattened
out his tongue and pushed into her clit, mashing it against her
pubic bone, and then he rolled his tongue side to side, feeling
the hard nub shift under the pressure.  Rolling the entire length
of his tongue down against her clit, he reversed the direction
hooking the end and slid the entire length inside of her.  

She shuddered and moaned, her breath shooting out of her mouth
with force.  He swirled the tip around her cervix several times,
causing her to have the first small orgasm.  He could feel her
vaginal muscles squeezing his tongue and the amount of fluid
running out of her was almost enough to satisfy his thirst.
 
He started to push his tongue in and out of her tunnel,
effectively fucking her with it.  He made sure that he swirled
her cervix a couple of times before retracting it and repeating
the process again.  Every fifth or sixth time he pulled back, he
would flatten his tongue out and roll it against her lips and
clit.  She had several more small orgasms when he did that.  

When her level of excitement had reached to point that he didn't
think she could take much more, he went for the moon.  He pushed
his tongue into her as far as it would go, pushing and swirling
the tip against her cervix.  She began to go up that really big
slope this time.  He just kept building her up and building her
up, flexing and rolling his tongue inside her.  

When she was on the edge, her breathing coming in short pants and
her whole body shaking with need, he hooked his tongue and pulled
it out slowly, hitting that special patch of bumpy skin.  He
flicked the tip against it rapidly and she screamed, her juices
squirting out of her into his mouth.  She locked up for a second,
not a muscle twitched, then she shuddered violently, pounding her
heels into the floor, her hands found his ears and she pulled him
up into her harder.  His teeth were forced into her clit and she
humped her pelvis into his mouth.  She hit another peak and
screamed again, squirting more fluid into his mouth.  

He continued to swirl his tongue against her cervix while she was
doing this.  Finally she started to come down off that
super-plateau of orgasmic bliss.  Her breathing slowed, and she
finally scooted back away from his jaws.  He slid his tongue out,
trying to catch the last of her juices on the tip.  He slurped
them up and licked his chops, trying to get every last drop that
she had put on him.
  
When she had regained her senses, she looked up at him and
grinned.

"That's another thing I don't think I'll ever get tired of!!"  

He grinned at her, the fur around his muzzle wet with her juices
and his saliva.  She lay there getting her breathing back to
normal, watching him lick his chops.  She looked down his side
and noticed that she wasn't the only one who had left moisture on
the floor.  She grinned and then a strange expression crossed her
face.  

She scooted around so that her head was down there and she
reached up and pulled the sheath back, exposing his semi-swollen
member.  She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, he didn't
know what to do or say.  He wasn't entirely sure what she was
doing, but if she wanted to play with his cock, he wasn't about
to stop her.  He returned the cocked eyebrow expression and she
smiled. 

"I think you'll enjoy this fuzzy-face.  Trust me."  

With that she opened her mouth and slid his cock into it.  He
shuddered when her tongue began to swirl and caress the sensitive
shaft.  His pre-cum began to dribble out.  He could feel her
swallow it as it accumulated in her mouth.  The sensations he was
feeling were like nothing he had ever felt before.  This being
his first blowjob, he thought it was pretty damn nice, heavenly
in fact.  He relaxed and laid over on his side.
  
She continued to suck and lick the length of his shaft.  At one
point he could feel her pushing her head deeper into his crotch,
and his shaft slipped down her throat.  She swallowed several
times with his shaft in her throat.  The intense sensations of
her throat muscles contracting along his shaft pushed him real
close.  His knot started to swell, and she backed his shaft out
of her mouth far enough so that it didn't get caught behind her
teeth and suffocate her.

She used her hands to caress the knot and her tongue continued to
swirl along the shaft and occasionally the tip.  His pre-cum was
spurting out almost continuously now and he could feel her
swallowing.  She squeezed his knot gently and sucked hard against
his shaft, causing him to go over his own cliff.  His hips
lurched forward and he shot spurt after spurt into her mouth.

She tried, but it was too much for her, some of his cum escaped
around the seal of her lips and ran down her chin and cheek. 
When he had stopped spurting cum and it had trickled off to just
a few minor dribbles of pre-cum again, she let his shaft slip
from her mouth with a pop.  She scooped up some of the cum off
her chin with a finger and licked it clean.
  
"Well, my love?  What did you think of that?"  

He rose up enough to look at her and gave her a soft howl.  She
giggled and blushed.

"You liked that?"  

He howled again this time a little louder.  She blushed even more
and shushed him. 

"Not so loud, the neighbors might hear you."  

He chuffed and nosed her in the chest, nodding to her.  

"Oh, I guess I got pretty loud too, huh?"  

He snorted and rumbled, nodding vigorously.  

"I just hope that if they did hear us, they think it was the TV
and not me."  

He cocked his head and looked at her questioningly.  

"Oh, you don't know what a TV is do you?"  

He shook his head.  She got up, wiping the rest of his cum into
her skin.  She reached over to an end table and picked up the
remote control.  She pointed it at the TV and pushed the on
button.  It popped to life and started emitting a high pitch wine
as the power supply warmed up.  The picture tube clicked and then
there was the local newscaster telling about another day on the
Front Range.

He watched what she did and jumped when the black box started
making that noise.  It hurt his ears until the power supply
warmed up and quieted down.  He looked at the picture and the
voices coming from it, how bizarre.  Humans and their toys would
never cease to amaze him.  What ever happened to actors and
musicians by the fire?  What was wrong with that?

She set the remote down and picked up her shorts.  

"Even though I just had a liquid dinner, I'm still hungry.  What
about you?"  

He nodded and grinned.  He'd let her have a liquid snack anytime
she wanted!  She walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer,
rummaged around and pulled out a package of chicken breasts.  She
set them on the counter and pulled out a large cooking pot.  She
filled it with water and set it on the stove.  She cranked the
heat up and set it to boil.  

"I know you like your meat raw, I think it would be best if this
was cooked.  Besides, I think you'll like my cooking."  

He shrugged.  She walked back into the living room to watch some
TV while she waited for the water to boil.  She reclined on the
couch and he slipped into it with her and they curled up
together.  He laid his head in her lap and she stroked his ears.
  
"You want to know something?"  

He kept his head still because he didn't want her to stop what
she was doing.  

"Last week, if someone would have mentioned to me what I did with
you I would have slapped them and sued them for sexual
harassment."  

He didn't know what that last thing was but he understood her
emotional response.  

"I mean, from the very beginning of childhood, I was taught that
things like that were evil and disgusting and girls just don't do
that.  At least, not if they want to go to heaven."  

He wasn't so sure heaven existed anymore, or at least what he was
taught the afterlife held for people who worshiped the right way
went to afterwards.

"Then I run into you.  You aren't supposed to exist.  You are a
fable, a mythical creature that was made up to scare little kids
into doing what their parents told them.  I have thought about
this almost every waking minute.  You are real, you're lying on
my couch, watching TV with me and I am rubbing your ears.  Maybe
magic did exist at one time and that's how you came about, but
that stuff is gone now.  It's been replaced with science and
technology, and the world today has no place for you in it.  In
my heart, you have a place.  I feel it, you are a person, and you
just have the body of a wolf.  So in a way, that makes it okay
for me to do that with you.  Do you understand what I'm trying to
say?"

Oh, he understood every word.  The modern world taught people
different values and ideas.  What was normal a thousand years ago
is now considered evil or gross.  Well, that's what the world
does; it changes.  He rumbled, letting her know that he
understood.
  
"I knew you would.  I guess I'm feeling a little ashamed and
guilty over what we have done with each other.  Maybe because it
feels so good to do it?  Is that it?  I'm not supposed to enjoy
my lover, no matter what he looks like?  Or especially because he
looks like a wolf?"

He rumbled and looked up at her.  He hooked his front leg behind
her waist and pulled her closer to him.  

"I love you too, Dagomarus.  With all my heart, I love you, too."
 

Now, let me get up so I can fix us some dinner.  He chuffed and
nodded.               


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