Wolfish Training

Kyran Wolf gives Ilyse some fighting tips, in addition to just more than a tip.
Kyran Wolf is my OC.
Ilyse Arvernus and Devany belong to DarkShadow777.
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The early light of dawn shone across the field. Dandelions swayed to and fro with the light breeze. Two figures stood alone. One was tall and fur-covered, wearing form-fitting leather armour. A brush-like tail jutted from the lower back and two dog-like ears twitched at the sound of the second figure, causing the first to turn around.

The other figure was female, and quite plump, wearing a dress that accentuated her curves as much as it hid them. A pair of braided orange pigtails swung from her head as she walked to the first figure. Her eyes were like emeralds, which complimented her dress well.

"'Morning Ilyse. Are you ready for training?" The male figure asked the woman.

"Good morning Mr Wolf. I'm ready but...I don't know why we had to start so early." the elf barely stifled a yawn. "Devany gets to sleep in; why not me too?"

Mr Wolf smirked. "Because legally, we're trespassing here. This dandelion field isn't mine, but anywhere else is too dangerous or too far away. I hate getting up this early, too. And for the last damn time, call me Kyran."

"B-But won't the landowner understand if you're training me?" Ilyse queried.

"You know nothing about Asmanan morality, do you?" The elf shook her head silently and Kyran chuckled before continuing. "Let me put it this way: it would be easier to explain that we were meeting here for sex than for training."

Ilyse turned a little red at this. "Oh...Okay."

"Now, first order of business; strip off your dress and shoes." The wolf told her, stretching his legs out.

"Wh-What?" Ilyse asked flatly, as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard.

Kyran raised an eyebrow as he stood up straight again. "Well, what if you get captured and stripped of all your clothes?" Kyran gestured at her dress on the last word. "It's happened to me before now, more than once. If that happens to you, you're going to be very grateful that I trained you how to fight in the nude."

"I...I don't know..." Ilyse stammered.

Kyran sighed and, in one fluid motion, hoisted his armour over his head and dropped it on the ground. Ilyse gasped at the sight of the wolf's naked body, save his boots, which he removed as he spoke. "Is this better? If you'd prefer that we train in the nude, that's fine by me. But your enemies aren't going to be so generous. Besides, if you're nude I'll be able to pinpoint any flaws."

"You...you really take fighting seriously, don't you?" Ilyse asked, her emerald eyes looking into his own.

Kyran chuckled a little at her naivety. "In Asmana, survival is victory. How you attain that victory doesn't matter a bit. Now come on; strip."

The elf hesitated, but began stripping off her dress after a moment. Kyran took a moment to appreciate her plump breasts, curvy waist and voluptuous thighs. She shook a little from the cold, but Kyran unfortunately couldn't help her with that.

The wolf told her. "Okay now, just take a swing or two so I can see how you are already. Don't worry: I can take it."

"O-okay..." The elf clenched a fist and pulled it back, but Kyran held a hand up.

"Woah, hold it. I'm seeing an issue already. Give me your fist." Kyran paused her. He took her hand and took on a stern tone. "Never clench a fist around your thumb. The impact will go right into your thumb and likely break it." He spoke as he moved her thumb to the right position. "Only giants can get away with clenching fists like that because their bones are so strong."

Ilyse nodded and murmured a thank you. She drew her fist back and landed a blow directly on Kyran's torso. She seemed shocked by the wolf's lack of reaction to the punch. She landed another, then another, and in a few seconds she was pummeling his torso with many strikes. But there was almost no power behind them.

Kyran held up a hand and the elf stopped instantly. "Ilyse, tell me: what the purpose of a fight? You're in there giving everything you've got, and what is it you're actually trying to do?"

The elf gave this some thought before answering. "To...knock my opponent out?"

The wolf answered bluntly. "Wrong."

"Umm...to put them in a lot of pain?" She guessed.

Kyran smiled and crossed his arms, stroking his chin fur. "Your first answer was closer. The idea of a fight is merely to be the last one standing. That's all the goal is. So, don't be scared to fight dirty if you find yourself losing. There's no room for rules or codes of honour when your life is on the line. Now, before you attack again, take a moment to think about where you should attack me."

The elf paused for a second or two, looking him up and down to find her target. After deciding, she nodded once. Kyran closed his eyes and held out a hand to her before closing his fist twice. After a second of pause, he heard a brief running startup, a rush of wind as Ilyse swung her fist, followed by an immense pain in his crotch that forced his eyes open.

Doubled over and with tears in his eyes, he gave a painful thumbs up to the elf using the hand not gripping his sack. "Very...good... Ow..." his strained voice cracked slightly as he spoke. It took quite a few seconds for the pain to subside.

Ilyse looked a bit worried. "Are...are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I think that's enough to warrant a food break." Kyran told her, struggling to stand up straight again. She hit a lot harder than he expected. "I've already brought some, so no worries there."

He walked to a spot some feet away and picked up a medium-sized sack. Inside was a selection of fruits he'd hastily bought at the Bluegrass market. Apples, carrots, oranges, a melon and...a potato? How had he ended up buying that? Shaking the thought from his head, he opened the bag between the two of them and took out an apple. After a thank you from Ilyse, the two sat down and began eating. Kyran wasn't usually much of a fruit eater, but he'd skipped his breakfast to get here early so now he was ravenous.

Kyran heard a tiny fluttering of wings and something rapidly brushed his ear. "Well now, I thought you were training her to fight, not stuffing your faces and sneaking glances at her. Not that I'm blaming you." A familiar sing-song voice teased.

"Hello Devany." Kyran answered, without turning his head. "You know it tickles when you fly that close, right?"

Devany pouted and put on an mock-innocent voice "Aw, you're telling me you don't like it?"

"There are a lot of things I find sexy." Kyran chuckled, raising his hand to take another bite. "Tickling isn't one of them."

"Kyran, there's something I've been meaning to ask for a while." Ilyse told him suddenly. He nodded as his mouth was full. The elf continued: "Why is it you fight? From how it looks to me, you just fight just for the sake of it."

Kyran thought about his answer as he chewed. In truth, nobody had asked him that question before. He swallowed. "Do you want to know why I fight or why I adventure so much?"

"Both." Ilyse answered, after a pause.

"Well, when I was growing up in Oglapis, a lot of adventurers would come through and tell stories. I tried to settle in the village but my heart yearned to explore the world. So I began training to fight once I was able to. I didn't get much choice in the matter once I was exiled." Kyran shrugged.

The elf's eyes went wide. "Exiled? What happened?"

The wolf's voice took on a slightly bitter tone. "It was during a heat season, and one of the village elders decided that a young traveler was particularly ravishing. He forced himself on her." Kyran swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. "Ending a life is one thing, but ruining one? Destroying it? Making it almost unworth living? I snapped; I couldn't save her, but I could ensure it didn't happen to anyone else. I beat him to a bloody pulp before unsheathing my claws, grabbing his neck and ripping his throat out. The other elders tried to convince me that what I did was wrong, but I wasn't hearing it. I left before they could decide my fate."

"Oh...I..." Ilyse was lost for words. "If I brought up any bad memories-"

"You didn't." Kyran reassured her, then his own voice took on a curious tone. "But what about you? You just told me you needed training. You never said what for."

Ilyse turned a little red, and her face became dark-just for a moment or two. "I...My home city of Luxas was destroyed by evil forces. A dark sorceress. I...want to get revenge on her. For my people, for my family...for the sake of knowing it won't happen again."

Devany interjected. "So you both know what it's like to take revenge for someone else and you're both perverts. You're more alike than you'd think at a first glance." Kyran noticed Ilyse blush slightly at the word "perverts" but said nothing.

Kyran noticed that most of the morning had passed as they chatted. He bolted the rest of his food and jumped to his feet once Ilyse had finished her share.

"Okay, this has taken longer than I thought, so let's speed up the training." Kyran told her. "You just start throwing punches-preferably not at my sack-and I'll point out any flaws you have. I'll also counterattack at some points, so be ready to block or dodge them." Ilyse nodded and they began.

As the hours passed, Ilyse began slowly but surely improving her technique. Whereas her stance before was shaky at best, she could now take a good punch and stay standing. Kyran also noticed how quickly her footwork was improving-how quickly she could strafe from side to side. Her main issue was still her lack of physical strength, but Kyran found a way around that by showing her how to channel Ki energy into her fists like him.

Kyran found himself prideful at how quickly Ilyse had advanced. Not in himself, but in her. Whereas before she couldn't seem to get started at all, now she seemed to be getting better with every strike. Normally, training like this took weeks to make real progress, but Ilyse had taken to it like a white wolf to snow. As the sun touched the tip of Mount Yomfall, Kyran held up a hand again.

"Okay, that should be enough for today. If nothing else, you should know how to counter someone coming straight at-AAH!" Kyran leapt at Ilyse, fist pulled back, but the elf raised her arm just in time to block his blow. He aimed a punch at her stomach but Ilyse caught his fist and kicked the side of his leg, forcing him to one knee while twisting his arm. He back-flipped and maneuvered behind Ilyse, wrapping an arm lightly around her neck in a harmless choke hold. "Ah...not bad. You could almost take on a cave full of bandits." he commented as she struggled.

He took note of how Ilyse's curvy ass pressed tightly against his crotch. It felt strangely similar to Ellie's, but without the extra fur. He could feel the excitement getting to him, his meat already beginning to unsheathe. This didn't go unnoticed by the elf, who ceased attempting to wriggle free from his light grip.

"Kyran...is that..." Ilyse stammered.

"Why yes, yes it is." The wolf pressed his growing cock harder between the elf's asscheeks for a second before releasing her.

The elf's eyes instantly darted down to his member for a second. "K-Kyran, I ho-hope you're not thinking of..."

"Why? Not in the mood for love?" The wolf asked half-jokingly.

The elf blushed a little. "I do-don't..." but her voice trailed off.

"Ilyse, you told him you'd do anything for good training." Devany smirked, winking at Kyran. The wolf got the message. "It's certainly been good training, and he even gave you food."

"This wasn't what I meant when I-!" Ilyse cut herself off, abashed. "Why do so many people want lewd things from me?!"

Kyran simply answered "Because you're an exceptionally beautiful elf." He took note of how much more flustered Ilyse's cheeks got at his words. "And since you've been unable to keep your eyes off my crotch since I stripped off, I can only draw the conclusion that you want this too."

"N-NO!" Ilyse answered, but her tone of voice betrayed her. Even her eyes flicked downwards again.
 "Didn't you say you hated rapists?"

"That I do." Kyran answered "But the difference between sex and rape is one word. A 'Y' word that your body is practically screaming."

"W-What do you m-mean?" Ilyse answered.

"My sense of smell rivals a pure-blood wolf's, and all I'm getting right now is the excited aroma of a wet pussy." Kyran smiled smugly.

"Tha-that's Devany!" But Ilyse pressed her legs together tightly as she said it.

"Liar, liar, pussy's on fire!" Devany sang, laughing at the elf's blush.

Kyran added. "Ilyse, aren't you even curious? Just a little bit?"

"Well...I..." Her eyes moved down again, and this time they stayed looking as his member "I am...kind of...curious..." her voice was tiny, in heavy contrast to Devany's laughter.

Kyran smirked. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Unlike you." the fairy giggled, looking at his knot with a face he'd seen before.

Kyran laughed at her hungry expression. "You've had it once, you pervert. Don't push your luck."

"She has? When?" Ilyse's eyebrows raised.

"When your back was turned." Devany answered, smiling mischievously before turning to the wolf. "But to the point: Ilyse wants it, and you want it. What are you waiting for?"

"You have no sense of drama, do you?" Kyran chuckled. "Besides, I'd never do it unless Ilyse gave me permission to." he turned to the elf, who seemed a little relieved.

"I... you have..." She blushed a little and her eyes drifted to his member again. Her next words seemed ripped from her by her carnal desire: "Oh, p-please just d-do it. Don't m-m-make me wait." Almost expectantly, she lay down on the ground and spread her legs, but looked away, still ashamed of her transparent lewdness. She seemed to have realized that she couldn't hide her lust from Kyran.

The wolf obliged her: he placed himself between her legs and began rubbing his meat against her slit. As he did so, he gripped one of her breasts, teasing the inverted nipple with his thumb. (He would have liked to do so for both breasts, but he'd likely fall on top of her.) He bent over her and the tip of his cock was pushed inside her cunny. The two looked into each other's eyes and she gulped before giving a single nod.

Kyran teased Ilyse's bead as he slowly pushed into her. Her eyes were shut tightly to block out the pain of his cock entering her. "Uh...so tight..." Kyran muttered, teeth gritted. He'd never had this much trouble pushing into anyone before. Just how long had it been for the elf? He gave a final thrust and the elf's eyes were forced open with the spike of pain and pleasure.

"P-please...go sl-slowly..." the elf whispered. In truth, Kyran didn't think he could go fast if he wanted to. Despite Ilyse's wetness at the penetration, it was difficult to push into her with any measure of haste.

The wolf pulled back to his tip before pushing back in with a more measured force than he would employ normally. He repeated the action. And again. He felt the elf's tightness loosen up a little with every push. Ilyse's hands, placed on his back, tightened with every push, her fingers digging in.

"Careful. You keep gripping me like that and you'll break a nail." he joked. The elf gave a small chuckle that turned into a moan as he entered her again. This time, Kyran felt Ilyse's legs wrap around his waist as he drilled into her. "See? You enjoy this as much as me." he smirked and gently licked her cheek.

"So...big...ah..." Ilyse panted.

Kyran continued his slow, deep rhythm. In truth, he found going fast to be impersonal. This way, he could experience so much more of Ilyse: her long moans as he pushed inside, her heavy breathing and quick heartbeat as he pulled back, the smell of her sweat and pussy juices, and the feeling of her warm, plump breast as he played with the nipple. This was so much more intimate than simply pushing inside as fast as he could.

Ilyse kept her eyes locked on Kyran's as he pushed in an out of her. It was as if she could stare into his sapphires as long as he could stare into her emeralds. Maybe longer. The wolf got the strange feeling that this was more than just sex to her. That she had a reason for doing this. What more from him could she want? Maybe a-

His train of thought was interrupted by a familiar feeling of building pressure. With every thrust, he slowly felt himself reaching the end of his tether. As the wolf hit his peak, he stammered out "I-Ilyse, I'm cl-close."

In answer, the elf wrapped her legs around him tighter, forcing his knot fully inside her as it rapidly grew. The whiteness blanketed Kyran's vision as he hit his climax. Three large spurts of cum shot inside Ilyse's tightness, and he faintly felt her legs wrap around him even tighter, as if welcoming the entry of his cum. The thought only widened his grin.

The wolf's strength was gone, but he somehow stopped himself from falling onto Ilyse. As his knot deflated, he was able to pull out and roll to the side of her. His breath came in pants and he felt Ilyse's head on his chest. He imagined it was a little bit like a pillow, but not as soft.

Kyran just grinned and rested his head back as he asked "So, same time tomorrow?"

He faintly heard the elf sigh "You pervert." and smiled as he drifted off to sleep.