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(Karo x Oburi)

Karo

Karo

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Arya stretched as she walked through the woods, a bow and quiver slung over her slim shoulders. The half-elf had long shunned living among others, finding even elves too concerned with material goods and belongings and humans even worse. She had never fit in with either, growing up among her human relatives, she had aged and matured so much slower than her childhood friends, and as soon as she had been able to care for herself, she had fled to the woods, and since then had only ventured into cities when she needed supplies she couldn't gather on her own.

She was slim, atheletic, her skin a light tan from her time out in the woods. Her clothes were simple, leather garments she had skinned and tanned herself. Long, sun-streaked auburn hair was tied back in a simple braid, adorned with a few brightly colored feathers. Bright green eyes scanned the line of trees ahead, and she paused.

Patrolling the woods around the clearing that she called home occupied much of her time. There was always the risk of an attack, marauding bandits, or an injured beast turned deadly in desperation.

"Well, old friend." she said quietly, patting the shoulder of the wolf that had been her friend, companion, and confidante for almost as long as she had been alone. "Looks like everything is clear for now." she said.
 
Emrys walks with his owner, a girl he had guarded since birth. He was a strong looking creature, bigger than most of the domestic wolf types in this particular bank of the forest. Perhaps even the entire land. Arya had always attested his growth to a generous diet of deer mutton and large cuts of red meats but that was not the only reason. Beneath the illusory form of a wolf was the soul of a proud knight. Emrys had been cursed by a particularly nasty witch to forever walk with the animals of the forest as a beast. He had grown used to the fate, even happy in some ways for though he was silent and without the power of speech he felt a special connection with the forest girl he presided over.

As she stroked his slick black mane the wolf stopped at her heel, plucked his snout from the grassy knoll, no threatening scents reaching his nostrils this moment. Instead he nuzzled the female's lower thigh lovingly while his hind quarters sat on the ground. His steel blue eyes looked up at her as he barked a small, quiet utterance of agreement. A scar over his right eye seemed unnaturally placed and gave the animal a dark looking visage like some grizzly barbarian. However, he was as gentle as could be when it came to Arya.

Emrys then trotted off for a distant tree, standing on his haunches as his maw reached up for an apple branch and twisted it off the trunk. Returning to the girl he offers her the bounty with a ripe and red juicy apple hanging from the branch. He figured she would be hungry by now and there was no telling what the day would unfold.
 
"Thank you, Emrys." She smiled as she took the fruit from him. She reached down and stroked the beast behind the ears affectionately. Though he couldn't speak, she knew the wolf understood her every word. She didn't know his exact situation, but she recognized the intelligent, human soul under the guise of the majestic creature. He was more than just a wolf, not a pet but a friend and respected guardian. She owed her life to him on more than one occasion, and she had done the best to return the favor whenever possible.

A fallen trunk nearby made an adequate seat as she sunk her teeth into the ripe fruit. The pair were inseparable, and despite being unable to communicate with words, she had learned how to read almost every expression, the little twitch of an ear or subtle raising of an eyebrow said more to her than she had ever gained from a conversation with another human.

"What do you say we head back after this?" She asked idly. "We shouldn't need to hunt for a few days yet, our stores are still holding out well, and I haven't seen any unusual tracks in weeks." she said. "We haven't had a day to just relax in a long time." She offered a smile to her canine companion.
 
Emrys sits, watching patiently as Arya eats, his tail twitching slightly. The wolf seems to have a placated expression, silently agreeing that a day to relax with her would be good for the two. Though immortal and in the form of a wolf Emrys still retained mortal desires. He had been attracted to Arya as more than a guardian on several occasions. Mostly, when she would ascend from a lake after cleaning, unashamed with being naked near him or when he'd get the quick glimpse of her switching outfits.

He gets up, spins around in a circle and growls playfully. His stance changing into that of a predatory. Since there was no need for worry that meant plenty of time of play between the two and they often spent time wrestling with each other.

Emrys had weight against her and bulk muscle, but he was always gentle and took care not to injure the girl with his claws though occasional she would get scratched. He leans towards the woman, his paws digging into her thighs as his snout rests between her legs, though not frighteningly so. Distractedly the beast licks into the crevice of her legs and if she was wearing a skirt it's tongue would probably come close to her private area, being that it was a large tongue from a big beast. She could easily dismiss it as him being an animal or perhaps... not. But either way he was eager for the idea of leaving and relaxing with her today. He was ready to shoo off if she had commanded him so and follow her back to where she would lead them.
 
She smiled at the wolf whose head was resting in her lap now, running her hands down his powerful neck lovingly. She had never once felt threatened or even intimidated by the creature. For as long as they had been companions, she couldn't remember a day that he had frightened by his presence. Quite the opposite, really. She had always seen him as a protector and a friend.

She seemed completely unphased by the nudges and little licks, leaning down to place an affectionate kiss to the top of Emrys's head.

"I thought you'd like that suggestion." she said with a grin, urging the wolf off of her lap as she stood. "How about we head down to the lake for a bath and a swim first." she smiled. "You always seem to like that." She crinkled her nose slightly as she grinned, a warm, bright smile to her companion. With a chuckle, she took a few steps towards the narrow path. "I'll race you there." she said with a smile to him.
 
Emrys growls playfully again and barks affectionately as his head is kissed, jumping off Ayra and circling the spot next to her to show he was ready to leave. He appreciated her calmness around him, it made him relax. With the taste of her leg still on his tongue it luls out ever slightly from the canine's mouth. It was easy to tell he was thirsty and happy to go down to the lake. Though he had the soul of a man he was still very much animal like, bound to all the laws of nature without being able to control many of his instincts and urges.

The black wolf whimpers slightly as she offers to race. Then he bounces up as if to accept her challenge. He trots away, starting to run while looking back at Arya, waiting for her to set the pace of their little run, running over a fallen bramble log and inside a hollowed out tree trunk adroitly. His acrobatics as such a large thing was astounding as he popped out of the other end, seeing the glistening lake in view. Trouts broke the water's surface, feeding on some of the algae closer to the lake's edge. The wolf saw the lily pads and the large waterfall in the background, pouring water into the lake continuously to distribute it evenly among the other river veins.

Bouncing up and down excitedly Emrys leads the way, letting Arya take the lead now and again until they would stop and he would lap up a quick drink of water.
 
She was able to keep stride with the wolf easily, though she knew he was able to outrun her in a heartbeat if he had wanted to. Her life in the woods had left her lean, fit, and agile, like the beasts of the woods themselves. Sprinting along behind Emrys easily, following his lead through the various obstacles, she burst through the clearing along behind him, ignoring the few scratches and scrapes from the bark of the trees. It was part of living out in nature.

The girl laughed a bit as she knelt next to the lake, cupping her hand to scoop out a few mouthfuls of the cool, refreshing water before she stood again. Without any concern as to who was watching, knowing it was just her, Emrys, and the other creatures of the forest, she shed her clothes, carefully rested her bow and quiver against the trunk of a tree and hung her clothes over one of the low branches neatly.

She had a slim figure, lithe and agile from the lifestyle she lead, her movements always smooth and graceful. Even the curves of her body, the lines of her hips and full bust, had an almost unearthly flow to them.

Still smiling, she again leaned down over the wolf, pressing another kiss to the top of his head, wrapping her arms around his neck in an affectionate embrace, her body warm and soft against his. She pulled away all too soon, and slipped into the refreshing lap of water of the lake.
 
Emrys turned attentively as Arya stripped down. It was hard not to pay attention to such a looking body as her's. It stirred primal feelings both animalistic and familiar to his old life. The wolf knew there was places Arya had never let him go that he had wanted to taste. His eyes caught glimpse of that certain little slit as the half-elf tucked her bow and arrows away and then waltzed up to him for an embrace.

As she leaned down his first reaction is to nuzzle her. He whimpers slightly, feeling her naked body, breasts all pushed up against him. He gave the female a quick lick until she sprouted up and turned for the lake. He on the other hand, ran and leaped into the pool of water, diving quickly underneath. His black fur trickles with water as he bursts out from the surface, doggy paddling as it was and nipping at the fish in shallow spots, trying to score a quick meal. He fails however and returns to Arya's side, looking at the bright sun in the sky. It would start to go into the horizon soon but he hoped not too soon.

He swims around the female looking at what she would do, remembering the slightly different taste that the inside of her thighs had and wanting another lick at them. It was the very faintest trace of something womanly that he was after. Something he smelled regularly thanks to his keen senses and later on, he would go for it again.

The black wolf finally swims to the edge of the lake and drags himself out, fur soaked. He shakes, removing the droplets of water from himself as he barks for Arya to come out now.
 
She laughed a bit as she watched the wolf's antics, always amused by him. Splashing around her, she shook the droplets of water from her hair before dipping below the surface of the lake to wash her hair out.

Another chuckle left her lips at the bark, and she shook her head as she stepped out of the lake, tiny droplets of water trickling down her smooth, tanned skin. "You're always so impatient.' She teased as she stretched, finding a smooth patch of grass to stretch out on next to the wolf.

It was still warm, late in the summer, but even with the sun setting, there wouldn't be a need to hurry back home for a while. Sprawled out on the grass, unashamed and with no reason to cover her nude form. "There, are you happy now?" she chuckled, turning her head to look at the creature next to her.
 
Emrys sat proudly next to her, lowering onto his haunches with his belly pressed to the floor as his tongue darts out to lick the female's cheek, saying that he was happy now. The large wolf gets up from the patch of grass and circles Arya, his red, fleshy cock dangling between his legs, limp but still extremely large. Returning to the woman the wolf trots over her, snout pressing between her legs, searching for that delightful scent. In a way he plops down on top of her, that monster of a cock resting between her naked breasts as he focuses on that smell coming from the druid's slit.

With his textured tongue he grazes over her slit finally, gaining a taste to go with what has been teasing him for so many years. It tasted as good as it smelled. His animal instincts start to take over, his cock gaining heat and warmth, growing between the girl's mounds as the wolf gets up slightly, his cock fully erect, dripping with precum onto the girl's chest, his -thing- hovering near the girl's face. One lick of her special place was all it took to get him excited. He wanted more of her juice, more of that taste so he kept on licking, hoping she didn't mind and without realizing the hardness of his thick, veiny shaft as it became large with need.
 
"What..." she started slowly, shifting in the grass slightly as she felt the wolf's warm breath between her legs. She bit down on her lip, stifling a quiet moan even at the first flick of his tongue between her legs. A soft, contented sigh left her lips as she spread her legs out just slightly, allowing the wolf easier access to her already wet sex.

Never touched by another, but still fully aware of just what the wolf was after as she felt his warm, thick cock rubbing between her breasts. She bit her lip again, and gently pushed the wolf off of her. However, she simply turned over onto her hands and knees, glancing back over her shoulder to the wolf. "Is...this what you want?" She asked softly.
 
Emrys rolls off of Arya, thinking he was in trouble by the female for his lewd behavior. Well, he wouldn't be surprised, he'd only drug his limp cock halfway across the girl's nude body and licked at her sweet spot. Only now did he notice the throbbing stiffness of his member, the knotted tip swelling with want and clearly visible among the black fur of the creature, dangling between his legs.

Surprised to see his partner honestly offer herself up to him, with her ass swaying in the air, the wolf's instincts take over. Her soft voice was a note of welcoming as he cautiously approached, the immortal knowing that was indeed what he wanted. Once more his snout comes close, seeking out that arousing scent of Arya's and gliding his tongue across the entirety of her pink slit.

He knew his large size would be a shock for the girl's small body so his saliva would help to ease her hole and excite her a little more. Then he moves to mount the female, wanting to hear more of her sweet moans to know she was enjoying this. His piece of bulky meat rubs against the female's vagina, the knotted tip poking at her belly while the smooth, slimy shaft grinds the girl's pussy and thighs.

Then he was ready. His claws would catch slightly on the girl's back, his hips positioning to poke his cock against the pussy and slowly, gradually coerce it in. His large, fiendish body wanting first to experience being inside Arya before rocking back and forth at a slight, getting used to the feeling of her cunt squeezing his large piece.
 
Arya groaned again, rocking her hips back slightly at the touch of his tongue, and again as she felt the wolf's thick shaft rubbing along the warm flesh of her sex. She bit back another quiet moan, her fists clenching through the blades of grass below her.

At the slow intrusion of his cock, feeling the wolf's claws on her hips, she cried out again, her moans unabashed and unbridled as she felt the walls of her pussy stretched and filled by the wolf's large member.

The half-elf was already panting quietly, arching her hips back gracefully to urge the wolf on. It all felt so good, strange, but good, the unfamiliar feeling of the large cock inside of her body causing tiny shivers to run down her body. To her, there was nothing wrong about what they were doing, the wolf always more than just a companion to her.
 
Emrys was beyond excited as the primal urges coursed through his body and his welcoming partner below truly wanted to do this with him. He could feel his heart racing and a distant feeling of pleasure wash over him through his loins. Swamped with lust the wolf starts to go faster, beginning to fuck Arya like an animal. His thrusts rapid and his member leaking a small amount of fluid inside of her. In Emrys' mind he knew this felt right, and wondered why he waited so long to approach the young druid this way.

It wasn't long before Arya's excited pants fueled Emrys further. It was special, knowing he was pleasuring someone who he loved and had protected for all these years. His knot rubs against Arya's insides, thicker like the head of a normal penis yet with an oddly pleasurably shape. His shaft was also just as thick from the middle, splitting open Arya just as much as it everytime he thrusted. And of course her body happily obliged, taking him all in and sucking to his shape.

Emrys pushes down on Arya's back to shoot her ass up into the air a little higher, and heave her breasts to the ground. He could feel himself near orgasming as he continued to fuck his companion Arya, her sun-tanned skin and shivering body egging him to cum inside of her.
 
(Sorry about the delay. I've been crazy busy all weekend.)

The druid bit back moans and cries of pleasure, the wolf's thick, knotted cock sliding easily in and out of her tight hole. Already, she was blushing heavily, her shoulders heaving as her breaths came in soft pants.

She let herself get pushed down on the ground willingly, her legs shaking and trembling as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her. The insides of her thighs were slick, her pussy practically dripping with desire, her lust fueled with each thrust Emrys made into her eager body.

She moaned out again, pressing her hips back, driving the canine's dick further inside of her as he thrust.

Suddenly, she muffled another loud moan in the crook of her arm, her mouth buried in the soft flesh. Her orgasm hit suddenly, her hips rocking in rhythm with the frantic thrusting inside of her, tiny little twitches and shivers washing down her body.
 
(It's ok, I had a crazy two days myself and here's to the third tomorrow xP)

Lightly scratching the girl's back and hips with his claws, Emrys can hardly resist the temptation of cumming as Arya's sweet pink cunt wraps tightly around his member with the female's own orgasm, begging for his hot and thick load.

Raising his nose into the air, the wolf gives a great howl as his cock is massaged by her moist passage. The sound of delirious pleasure drifting from the girl increasing his own greatly.

Thanks to the her slamming her hips back his cock is fully buried into her as he cums, his juicy balls tensing up into his body as a flood of the sticky white stuff comes gushing out of him and into Arya's body for the first time.

Slumping over the female after the point of high climax, the wolf's tongue luls out, his furious pants leaving him winded. He still manages to lick Arya's cheek inbetween breaths, a way of saying he loved the girl.

His red wolfy cock finally slides out of Arya, and perhaps a gush of his still warm sperm. The wolf falls next to her in the grass, ready to fall asleep if she didn't command him for anything else.
 
Arya collapsed down in the grass, next to her friend and companion, her body still twitching and convulsing lightly from the waves of pleasure still washing over her.

Slowly, she moved herself over to the warm body of the wolf, her arm snaking across his strong shoulders as her fingers ran through the thick mane of fur at his neck.

She had never felt anything like that before, or what she was feeling now. She had always felt a deep connection with Emrys, the wolf always more than just a pet or companion to her.

She smiled slightly, her back stinging lightly from the scratches he had left along her back, hips, and shoulders. She laughed a bit, and shook her head. "You know...' She said, in that tone that suggested that she was sure the wolf could understand her, though others may think her crazy for speaking to him. "I'd...I'd never done that with anyone before. I didn't think I'd want to." she smiled a bit brighter. "I may want to make this a more...regular thing. I haven't felt this good in a long, long time."
 
Emrys was pleased to see the girl wrap an arm around him and cuddle closer, even teasing at the greyish fur of his mane as his blue steel eyes continued to take in her naked body. He felt alert and yet relaxed at the same time.

He had always gotten into the habit of speaking even when he knew he could not be understood. Like having a conversation with someone using only your mind. In some way these thoughts would manifest as words to Arya, the emotional link between them growing in stronger ways than friendship. A bond being forged throughout their lives together.

I'm glad to be your first, Arya. And I think I would like to do this more as well. Much, much more. I had fun and your body felt amazing. Like nothing I have ever experienced. A wolf kiss is given to the girl on her cheek which basically involved him licking her to show his affection.

Here he was, guardian, protector, friend, and lover all in one. He wanted to make Arya feel good more, it gave him a different kind of happiness to please her that way.

Now the sun had dipped down past the horizon and the moon hung in the sky with all the twinkling stars with it. His eyes glowed a deeper fuller blue. Another supernatural aspect to the wolf.
 
A smile flickered across her lips. For a while, she was content to just lie there next to the powerful canine, running her fingers through the thick, soft fur on the back of his neck. Cuddled up next to him, the growing chill of the night air was negligible.

However, far too soon, she stretched, and looked up at the moon and stars. "It's late.' She said. "We should try and head back home soon." she said softly as she stood. After a quick washing in the lake, she went to where she had left her clothes, slipping back into the simple leather garments with ease before slinging her bow over her shoulder.

"I'd love to just lie here all night, but you know the woods aren't always safe after dark." she said as she started towards the path back towards their little dwelling. It was true; the woods housed their own dangers, bandits and rogue beasts desperate for an easy meal were among the most common concerns. Lying out in the clearing like they were only made them easy targets.
 
Emrys watches her get dressed. He agreed silently and stood watch on the path before Arya started to walk on it. In the distance there was three figures shambling out onto the road and as they approached, moonlight bathed their skeletal frames.

Literally. There was skeletons on the path. Emrys let a trickle of a growl escape his throat. They were guardians of the nearby Forest temple but what were they doing here? Something was wrong. The black wolf looked up at the female to see what she wanted to do. Fight or flight. They could leave and investigate more in the morning, or clear the road and make it safe but there was no telling what else was out there, too.
 
Arya froze in her tracks as she spotted the undead creatures ahead of them. "What are they doing out here?" She muttered to herself. Normally, the spirits weren't trouble for the pair of them, but then again, they were usually home before dark.

Though they were no direct enemy to them, their presence on the road proved an immediate danger. The skeletons were known to attack unprovoked.

Going back wasn't an option, and trying to navigate through the woods without any light was risky, with predators and other monsters abound.

Slowly, Arya drew her bow, and nocked an arrow on the string. She drew it back, took aim, and let the arrow fly, striking one of the creatures through its empty eye socket, already preparing another arrow as the skeletons turned to face them.
 
Emrys prepares for battle, taking off with the very first arrow Arya loosed. He could see the souls of the spirits, with his sight they showed up like red, vast energies, almost like a burning heart behind their skeletal ribs.

The wolf leaps into the air for the surprised creatures as one falls from the arrow through his hollow socket and cranium. His brothers hiss a deathly warning before raising their weapons and attacking Emrys. One is pounced on, a plume of dust rising in the air as the wolf crushes it's rib cage and bites at the spectral life force within, ending it's supernatural existence once and for all as it's body disintegrates into the moonlit path.

Normally, it would be bad to attack guardians but they were created with one purpose. To keep intruders out of their temple. That they were outside they would still be programmed with that mindset, only it would not be valid of course. Something was causing trouble and forcing the spirits to abandon their charge, getting their orders all mixed up.

A heavy, chipped iron sword comes down for the wolf, rusted and decayed like the flesh dangling from the creature's bones. It narrowly misses the cursed knight who jumps back for a moment. He circles, pressing his mouth to the ground and picking up the other skeleton creature's heavy axe, transferring some of his magical sight to Arya so she'd know where to aim.

A few more soldiers shamble out of the forest, but Emrys takes care of the ones before him with ease, tossing the heavy axe as he whips his head to the side. The weapon spins vertically, blade over hilt like an underhand toss, and slices through the rib cage of the skeleton trying to attack him. This damages it's spirit and causes it to vanish from thin air, it's bones turning into dust. It strikes the skeleton on the ground as well, impaling through his chest and causing it's body to dissolve instantly.
 
If there were two things Arya had been able to credit for her survival in the harsh environment of the woods, it was Emrys's protection and her swift bow. Aided with magical sight, her arrows flew true, each landing to extinguish the fiendish burning of the energy keeping the skeletons mobile.

The fight was over almost as soon as it started, but the death of the temple guardians often meant more coming to replace them. It wouldn't be safe to linger on the path longer than necessary.

After the last of the creatures had fallen, Arya darted down the path to where Emrys stood. "Are you hurt?" she asked him, kneeling down to run her hands through his fur, checking for any injuries quickly. "We need to get going; it'll be safer to head to the temple in the morning." she said. "I don't know what the guardians are doing out this far; it's not right.."
 
Karo said:
If there were two things Arya had been able to credit for her survival in the harsh environment of the woods, it was Emrys's protection and her swift bow. Aided with magical sight, her arrows flew true, each landing to extinguish the fiendish burning of the energy keeping the skeletons mobile.

The fight was over almost as soon as it started, but the death of the temple guardians often meant more coming to replace them. It wouldn't be safe to linger on the path longer than necessary.

After the last of the creatures had fallen, Arya darted down the path to where Emrys stood. "Are you hurt?" she asked him, kneeling down to run her hands through his fur, checking for any injuries quickly. "We need to get going; it'll be safer to head to the temple in the morning." she said. "I don't know what the guardians are doing out this far; it's not right.."
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Emrys was in good shape, a few nicks or bruises here and there but he was otherwise fun. Arya would come to the same conclusion as she spotted him for injuries. As she continued he barked in agreement, not wanting to tussel with anymore guardians tonight.

They would be safer back home. He shared the same gut feeling as she did but night time was when the spirits were at their strongest, since they slept mostly during the day.

If they made a good dash for it they could get home before anything else stopped them. Emrys started off first, knowing Arya could keep up with the pace but still he kept his senses on high alert just in case, although the fiendish spirits seemed to disperse from the location entirely. Even his magical sight was free of tainted spirit.
 
She nodded as she followed behind him, easily keeping pace even over the tangled path of the woods. It was a second nature to her, stepping lightly through underbrush and over the debris of the forest floor.

It seemed they were thankfully free of any more attacks for the night. They reached the little clearing that was their home, a small cottage the only structure around for miles. It was small, made of entwined branches and vines, but it was solid and kept the rain and wind out. Arya pushed aside the heavy door that kept unwanted pests out, and made her way inside, holding the door open for Emrys before locking it behind her.

It was late. She fixed a quick meal from their food stores, tossing Emrys some of the cured meat she kept around for when hunting was scarce. Only once they had both finished eating did she shed her clothes, toss them on the floor, then stretched out on the mat covered in furs and pelts that was her bed, making room for the wolf to move in next to her.
 
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