This story is going to be split into three chapters, each detailing a different event happening in the story.
(Kyran Wolf is my OC.
Fey belongs to DarkShadow777.)
Extra tags: Wrestling, barbarian, anthro-wolf, anal, rough, missionary, broken-bed.
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Christmas Day had passed and now the winter's night rested on New
Luxas. The square's tree stood proudly to the skies, it's many lights
still flickered between colours in rhythm, it's baubles and ornaments
shining in the moonlight. The stage, though now deserted, had been the
scene of a huge town party merely half an hour before. Green, orange and
purple lanterns hung brightly around it.
The biting chill of winter washed over the city in a sharp breeze.
This was of no problem to the inhabitants, who had many ways of keeping
themselves warm. Many bedroom lights were on, and moans of pleasure
could be heard from every angle. Even those who were normally alone had
somebody for company, as it was thought of as offensive to be alone on
this sacred night; that was part of the purpose of the Luxas Christmas
Party-to ensure that nobody was left out.
Chaos had covered a bedroom in the castle as two stark-naked,
muscular figures wrestled violently on the bed. A wolf hybrid and a
female barbarian, both covered in muscles, grabbed each other and
entered a lock. Neither's hands slipped, but the barbarian began to push
against the wolf, winning the contest until he could break the grapple
by grabbing her breast and squeezing down.
Seizing the moment, Kyran Wolf grabbed hold of Fey's other breast
and squeezed both as hard as he could; the barbarian let out a squeal.
He let go for a moment and moved his fingers to her nipples, pinching
them hard and making her wince. He also leaned forward and forcefully
kissed her neck, making her moan a little.
In answer, she seized his half-mast shaft and stroked vigourously.
The wolf clenched his teeth to stop himself moaning out loud. Her leg
swiftly worked around Kyran's and she tripped him, both falling to the
floor. Still keeping a tight grip on his cock, the barbarian started to
grind her toned belly against it, forcing a growl of unmistakable
pleasure from her opponent. Her other hand pushed him down at the torso
and he tried to push her off to little avail.
Kyran rolled to the side and off the bed, breaking Fey's grip. He
dashed over to her and his fingers found her slit as he pinned her down
with his whole body. He furiously fingered her opening as she roughly
stroked him off, her hands trying to push him off of her. The hand not
fingering her was keeping her right leg pinned down. However, Fey lifted
her free leg upwards and trapped Kyran's head beneath it, squeezing
tightly. She rolled over and the wolf's grip was broken as they both
fell off the bed.
Fey's clenched fist met Kyran's face and made him turn around
before she grabbed him from behind, pressing her boobs into his back and
rapidly stroking his cock with her left hand. Her right arm wrapped
around his chest and groped his pec tightly. Her teeth bared slightly as
she gripped the wolf's shaft harder. The wolf moaned loudly but managed
to elbow his way free of her grasp.
Kyran tackled her back onto the bed, lifted her ass up to his chest
and turned his face down. His broad, canine tongue started to lick her
opening lasciviously and she squirmed, but his hands pinned her down.
His left hand clasped around her right breast, squeezing tightly, while
his other pressed her right arm to the bed, her other arm unable to
reach him at the angle he knelt at.
The wolf's tongue was relentless in it's assault on the barbarian's
opening. Up and down, side to side, in and out at different times for
different lengths. It was erratic, it was confusing, and it was beyond
the pleasure the barbarian was used to receiving from men. Fey found
herself thinking that whoever his lover was, she was a very lucky
woman...
As Kyran intensified his rhythm of the randomized motions, Fey
started to shake uncontrollably. Her body was covered in a thin layer of
sweat and her moans became much more frequent. She was barely even
struggling against the wolf now-his tongue just felt so good. She felt
her inner pressure building faster and faster until-
She lost.
"Fu-fuuuuuuuuck!" Fey shouted, loudly enough to earn a shout of
"Language!" from the next room along. Her slit gushed her juices upwards
and into Kyran's mouth. She fell back, elated but defeated. After a few
seconds, her eyes regained enough focus to see Kyran smiling smugly at
her. She sighed "Well, that's twice you've beaten me. I guess you're
never lost in a fight."
"What do you mean?" Kyran's eyebrows raised.
Fey laughed as she answered "Because then you'd be a WHERE-wolf!
AHAHAHAHAHA!" Kyran's paw met his forehead. He'd walked right into that
one. Fey spoke after her laughter ended "Anyway, we agreed that the
winner picked positions. How do you want my sexy self?"
"Well, you did put up a decent fight at the start. I'll let you pick first." Kyran smiled at her.
Fey's eyes lit up "Lay down. I'm gonna ride you dry..."
The wolf obliged her and she wasted no time in straddling his
waist, pushing her opening against his rod. Fey expertly massaged
Kyran's fully-hard meat, wettening it with the leftover squirt from her
orgasm.
The barbarian reached down and pointed Kyran's cock upwards. Her
knees were either side of Kyran's waist, and she looked more than ready.
The two looked at each other, and Kyran saw the apprehension in her
eyes. Carefully, he placed his left hand on her waist and held up three
fingers on his right.
He put down one finger.
Two fingers.
Three fingers, and they both pushed.
"Ooohhhhhhh..." Fey's moan resounded around Kyran ears like a symphony.
Her pussy was extremely tight-she clenched hard around his cock as
she pushed herself downwards, with both of the wolf's strong hands
helping. She was extremely wet from her orgasm; there was nearly no
resistance as she slid downwards. She hit the bulbous knot and was
stopped-she couldn't push further.
"Ahh... It's huge..." she panted, lifting herself up. Once at the
tip, she pushed herself down with another resounding moan, joined by a
howl from Kyran. She built up a fast rhythm, eagerly pushing down onto
the wolf's cock. His hands worked upwards and she took them in hers,
using them to propel herself slightly higher and faster.
"What's that sound?" The barbarian stopped her rhythm as both of
them heard a soft creaking sound. Thinking the same thing as the wolf,
Fey lifted herself up and slammed down one more time. Instantly, there
was a huge crash as the bed fell to one side, throwing Fey off balance
and onto the wolf's chest. Not that Kyran complained.
Fey lifted herself up and the two lovers looked each other in the
eyes for a second or two. Unable to hold it in any longer than that,
they both burst out into laughter. The bed had taken all that abuse from
their wrestling without so much as a splinter, but it couldn't handle
some cowgirl?! How was that possible?
Wiping his tears from his eyes, the wolf spoke "Mayb-heeheehee... Maybe we sho-ould stop having you on top."
A few minutes later, Fey was bent over what was left of the bed and
Kyran's thick knot rubbed between her taut ass. "Wait..." Kyran sounded
a little off. "Feral, I told you- Let you out? So you can- Yes, you
have a point but-" He sighed and turned to Fey "Feral says he wants to
fuck you because I've had my side of the fun."
"Let him. It is Christmas." Fey smiled. "There's no such thing as too rough in my language."
Kyran sighed again, knowing he was beaten. "Feral, if you hurt her-
Okay, if you hurt her beyond anything she enjoys- Yes, that about sums
it up."
The wolf shut his eyes, and when they opened they had turned red.
"Hello, milady. Shall we skip the introduction and get to the good
part?" a slightly deeper voice asked the barbarian, who nodded, smiling
widely.
Half a minute later, Fey's ass was stuck up in the air, supported
by two cushions, and Feral's throbbing knot brushed her rear hole. It
had been ages since Feral had such a muscular partner; that such a
well-built woman was the bottom added an extra thrill. He rimmed the
entrance in circles, teasing himself as well as her. But she squirmed
and whimpered slightly, hungering to feel him pounding her hole.
The beast smirked and pushed inside her without warning. She gasped
in pleasure as he sank deeper still without pause, only stopping when
he reached the knot. She noticed she was shaking slightly. The feeling
of her ass being stretched apart by such a monstrous cock... It was
beyond possible description.
Feral grabbed Fey by the sides of her waist. Knowing what was going
to happen, the barbarian gripped the bed and bit her lip tightly enough
to draw blood. The beast pulled back, but thrust back inside when he
was only halfway. Fey squealed in answer as Feral began to thrust into
her asshole without rhythm or pace.
The beast was erratic and seemingly indiscriminate with his
movements. Sometimes he'd pull all the way back before pushing back
inside, sometimes he'd barely pull back at all. Most of his thrusts were
a quick and sharp pump, but he sometimes went a bit slow for a few
seconds before picking up the pace again. The randomness of Feral's
movements had Fey squirming with pleasure and moaning like she was in
heat.
The beast unsheathed his claws and gripped the barbarian's sides
tighter, eliciting a squeal from her. A little blood ran down Feral's
claws as he pounded her roughly, now consistently thrusting all of his
meat into her not-so-tight-anymore hole before pulling back to the tip.
The sensation of his cock stretching her out without remorse, coupled
with the pain of his claws digging into her flesh, felt so good...
An enormous crash resounded around the bedroom. The bed had given
way a second time with the might Feral pounded Fey with. The beast's
balance was thrown off, his claws slipping and scratching her sides. She
let out a cry of pain that was interrupted as he fell on top of her,
knocking the wind out of her.
"What the hell was that!?" The beast asked, propping himself back up.
Fey, despite her breathlessness, began to laugh heartily. She
couldn't help but wonder if the bed was going to be nothing but
splinters by the time the two were done. The thought made her laugh
harder, clutching her sides. After a minute or so, the barbarian coughed
herself back to semi-seriousness and spoke "I hope you're not expecting
me to pay to replace this!" she giggled.
"You're better off telling that to Kyran. I don't even know where
he keeps his coin purse." Feral chuckled, stroking his throbbing meat.
Fey giggled again "Well Mr Wolf, shall we continue?"
Instead of kneeling, the beast squatted. He gripped Fey in the
exact same place-his claws dug into the holes he'd made before. He began
to thrust back into her tight rear with renewed vigour. Fey found her
hands holding his upper arms, squeezing tightly.
The beast's cock pumped into the barbarian's asshole relentlessly.
His furry sack slapped against her flesh, slightly tickling. His claws
dug into her skin harder, causing her to wince slightly. Fey's hands
gripped Feral's biceps tighter as he plowed her.
"Ugh! Getting-Unf-close!" Feral grunted.
"In-side!" Fey panted in answer, her grip turning vice-like. Her
legs wrapped around his waist to make sure he couldn't pull backwards.
Not that he was planning to.
With one final grunt, the beast pushed fully inside her. The
bulbous knot, so stubbornly refusing before, entered her entirely now.
Feral's cock swelled thricefold inside the barbarian, making her moan
out loud. Her moan turned into a long sigh as he shot one huge, thick
load deeply inside her guts. She could feel it filling up her insides...
By the Gods...
What an amazing feeling...
The night was as cold as it could get, yet the winter's chill could
not penetrate New Luxas. Lights began to go out across the city as the
many lovers and couples began to go to sleep. The castle was little
different, though each room had it's own twist to the ritual.
Feral had switched to Kyran, who had merely gotten up and flicked
the light off. Now, he and Fey embraced each other tightly, as if having
a competition as to who could cuddle better. Kyran knew that he won
almost by default-his soft fur made sure of that.
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