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(Karo x Oburi)

Karo said:
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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Emrys gives his surroundings one quick pass over before slipping inside the cottage where they would be safest. He rubs along side Arya as she holds the door open for him and then locks it behind the two. Only when the female walked over to the food supplies was Emrys reminded how hungry he was.

Besides offering Arya that apple he had not eaten much, failing at trying to catch a flounder in the lake. He waits patiently until she gives him his food, a delicious, whole cut of smoked ham that he happily tears into. Soon nothing is left but the bone that he would later use as a chew toy.

Full and satisfied he spies the girl getting ready for bed, following behind her to settle into the cozy little place the two had set out for themselves as they always slept together. He wondered if they would immediately go to bed or stay up for a while. After today's events just being near Arya naked was enough to put the thought in his head.
 
Almost at once, she had her arms around the wolf, again running her fingers through his thick mane of fur. She said nothing, she often would just lie in silence before sleeping. Occasionally she'd talk idly to him as she dozed, but this wasn't one of those nights.

Still, though, she didn't seem to be falling asleep nearly as easily as she usually did. She shifted slightly, tossed and turned, and eventually her eyes opened fully. She bit down on her lip, then shifted so she was lying on her back. She glanced over to Emrys, and without a word, spread her legs out just slightly, invitingly.

As if that wasn't enough to get him interested, she let her hand slip down her body slowly, coming to rest between her legs. She bit back a quiet moan as she began to rub her clit lightly, already arching her hips up off the ground.
 
Emrys seemed to realize how sleepless Arya was, how she seemed to shift and turn, something on her mind. Seeing the girl get on her back and spread her legs, beginning to pleasure herself sent a surge of excitement through the wolf that he couldn't ignore.

Even before the arousing moan passed her lips from her masturbating, Emrys felt his cock stiffen into a thick, red meat stick. He was already turned on by seeing her slender body in the nude, the curve of her ass, thighs, and hips, her tempting breasts and then there was her fragrant, womanly scent that became heavier.

Almost too happy to help pleasure her again the wolf gets up and trots over to the female, lowering his thick, bulging penis between the girl's open thighs, the slime coated member rubbing against her bare shaven vagina, and giving a good massage to her already stimulated clit. This position he would need help getting inside Arya, it would take the help of her dainty hand to grip around his cock and lead him inside her walls which he looked forward to.
 
She slowly drew her hand away, allowing Emrys to rub his thick cock against her. She shifted and squirmed as her arousal grew, her pussy wet and twitching already.

Stifling another moan, she reached down, and her fingers found the wolf's thick shaft. Her fingers worked along his length slowly, and she lifted her hips up again. Her movements were slow, but she guided the tip of his cock towards her entrance, and with a shift of her hips, urged him inside of her. Almost instantly, she let out another low moan as he slid inside of her easily.

There was no need for words between them. Emrys knew what to do, and she entrusted her pleasure to him thoroughly. Their earlier tryst in the woods had already attested to that. Once he was inside of her, she stretched out on the bed, giving a quiet, pleased sigh.
 
Emrys shivered as he felt her hand grab at his shaft and guide him in. It was a feeling that was only eclipsed by the tautness and warmth of her hole, his gorged member sliding inside of her fully and completely one fleshy inch at a time.

Slowly and surely his hips began to rock forwards and back, his cock massaging her walls, gently splaying her open due to his enormous size and girth. Hearing her contented sigh he was happy. He places his paws on her shoulders to anchor himself down, getting used to the extremely pleasurably feeling of her pussy sucking his cock in whatever motion he used.

His long, pink tongue scrapes out across the female's breasts, jiggling the mounds and covering breast and nipple in a thin layer of saliva. He enjoyed being able to play with them, see them bounce around with both his fucking Arya, and licking them directly. The wet sound of his cock pounding into her was beginning to become more pronounced, more lustful, and so very lewd.
 
She squirmed against him, letting out a loud gasp, then a moan with each thrust he made into her, filling and stretching her out wonderfully. She could feel his claws on her shoulders, his weight holding her down against the bed.

Her hips arched up, rolling up to meet his thrusts eagerly, making sure his thrusts pushed deep inside of her, almost to the point of pain. A few times, she winced and groaned, but never once asked for him to stop or even ease up.

The quickly cooling saliva on her chest caused her nipples to perk and harden almost at once, her breasts bouncing with each thrust he made into her. She cried out loudly with pleasure, feeling the wolf's thick, knotted cock pounding into her body, already on the verge of orgasm from the intense fucking.
 
Emrys soon found himself lost to animal instinct, his hips just pounding away at Arya's slight form. Her moans and the eagerness of her body as it met with his urged him on harder. He would stretch out, his claws digging into her shoulder's lightly and then dragging down to mark her, not enough to draw blood but enough to cause red, scratch like welts.

His own climax was nearing, he could feel the tension in his shaft building up. He had already released a small amount of precum, and that mixed with the female's own fluids. Ready to pop all that would be needed would be Arya's tight, pink pussy to clamp down on his wolf cock, and squeeze the cum out of him.

Panting heavily now the wolf waited for that moment to release, wanting to hear Arya at the height of her pleasure, screaming and moaning before he filled her up with his sperm.
 
She yelped at the sudden sting of his claws digging into her skin, hissing quietly at the sting they left on her skin, the marks clear and visible on both of her shoulders.

She reeled with the sheer intensity he was pounding into her with, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, her cries deep and passionate as her pleasure grew.

She shook her head slowly, moaning and groaning loudly with each thrust he made into her. She came suddenly and unexpectedly, all of the muscles in her body twitching and spasming at once. Her moans were loud and uninhibited, her hips rolling up off the bed rhythmically to meet with the wolf's deep thrusts into her body, her walls tightening around his cock as if trying to squeeze every last drop of cum from him.
 
The moment had finally came and just as he expected Arya's womanhood had gripped a hold of his penis, massaging it and squeezing it for it's fluids. Unable to resist it does just that and his bulging cock surges with cum, spilling it all out by thick globs into her wanting pussy.

The pleasure causes Emrys' arms and legs to shake slightly, his breathing coming in ragged pants as he is relieved and satisfied all at once of his cum. He lowers his head down on Arya's chest, feeling their bodies connected fully as he slumps over her and whimpers happily, surely tired out from the good and hard fucking he just the girl.
 
Arya fell lax against the bed, panting hard underneath the bulk of Emrys's body. She slowly caught her breath, her fingers again lacing through the thick mane of fur around his neck. She didn't bother cleaning up; that could wait until morning.

Thoroughly exhausted, she cuddled close to the wolf, his body enough to keep her warm through the night, and she began to doze off. Her breathing slowly returned to its normal pace, her pulse slowed, and finally, her hold on the wolf lightened as she slowly fell asleep.
 
Emrys gets comfortable as well, and drifts off too sleep, dreaming what the next day will hold and of various parts of his former life as he often did.

He would probably end up sprawled beside Arya in the morning so that she could get by if she needed since she had a habit of waking up earlier than the beast.

In his dreams he sensed the presence of something evil radiating from the Forest temple nearby. It gave him chills but just as quickly it was gone and he was slumbering peacefully.
 
It was just before dawn that Arya stretched awake. She was used to this, stirring slightly, and slipping out around the massive wolf sprawled out on the bed next to her. Lazy mutt. she thought to herself affectionately, a smile on her lips as she stood.

The events of the previous night had haunted her dreams, the guardians of the temple out on the road? It was almost unheard of. There was the heavy creak of the door as she stepped outside, feeling the chill of the morning air on her skin.

The entryway faced in the direction the temple lay buried in, and she stared off in that direction for what felt like ages. The temple had been mostly undisturbed for eons, its only visitors in recent times Arya and Emrys, seasonal visits to leave a small token at the altar that sat outside the overgrown building. Until now, even with its ruthless guardians, she had gained a sense of peace from the ancient site, the feeling that something was in there, guarding the forest, and in turn, protecting those who sought to do the same.

Now, though...there was something wrong. Though not as tuned to such things as her companion, she could feel it, a sense of foreboding in the air.

Once Emrys woke, she'd be heading out that direction to see what was going wrong. Until then, she busied herself with her usual morning routine, cleaning herself from a small basin that sat out to collect rain water, shivering at the pleasant chill of the cool liquid on her bare skin.
 
Emrys woke up a short time after, seeing that Arya had already started the day. He moves from their comfortable makeshift bed and walks through the tiny slip in the door to get outside. He saw her bathing and approached her cheerfully giving her a bark and a playful lick to her hand if she tried to pet him.

The wolf trots off for a moment and rips another branch from the apple tree, carrying two pieces of fruit for the pair. His teeth pluck his apple from the branch and leave the other by the basin as he watches her prepare and clean herself. The perkiness of her nipples due to the cold shiver of the water humored him a little, he thought it was cute what lengths she would go to to get clean.

He starts to devour his apple, placing it between claw and claw and chipping away at it hungrily until nothing remained but a skinny core. Apples weren't his favorites unlike the cured meats Arya always fed him but he could only get away with enjoying those so often throughout the day before their stocks would eventually suffer.
 
Of course when Emrys approached, she smiled and offered a hand to him, scratching him behind the ears after she had allowed him to give that friendly lick to her hand. She didn't bother dressing as she knelt down in the still-wet grass, damp with dew that had yet to disappear.

She took the apple thankfully, and while she still stared off in the direction of the temple, she ate it thoughtfully. One bite after another, until all that was left was the core, which was tossed into the brush nearby. She sighed, and shook her head, reaching over to scratch the wolf behind hie ears again.

"We've got a lot of work ahead of us, I think." she said. "We should head over to the temple as soon as possible. We don't want to be stuck there after dark. I"m worried enough about what we'll find there without the guardians waking." she said quietly. Even venturing inside the ancient walls of the temple during the day was risky; it had been untouched for ages, and magic, when left unattended, had the tendency to go slightly berserk.

She brushed the grass from her legs as she stood, and went back inside of their small hut. She pulled her usual leather garments on, then buckled cured leather armor over the top, bracers, a chestplate, and guards over her legs. It wasn't often she donned the extra protection, but she had the feeling she would need it.
 
Emrys nodded, it was time to get to the bottom of things. There was a stale air coming from the north near the temple. It made the wolf's nose wrinkle with disgust. He, sadly, watches Arya get dressed, enjoying the view of her teeny body without clothes to disguise her beautiful shape. However he knew the need to cloth oneself properly and perhaps her armor she hardly wore would actually come in handy and the time, money, and materials put into making it would be well justified.

Emrys knew his need for armor was little. He had always thought he was an immortal, living for so long and having nothing change. It was just the curse. Still it offered a strange power in place of it's draw backs.

The beast was almost sad to know they were going away to figure things out, meaning time would be short for their little romantic, hot and heavy trysts. But he was confident they would find the source of the problem and take care of it. Maybe, even before they got there he would take advantage of an opportune moment to get Arya to undress and have a little extra fun before things got too serious, he thought with amusement.
 
She seemed more grim than usual, knowing that the situation was serious. However, that didn't stop her from smiling to Emrys again as she left the little hut, and shut the door behind her.

"C'mon." She said to the wolf as she started towards the path to the temple. "We have a long way to go."

'Path' wasn't quite the right word; there had once been an obvious trail, but it was so underused that it was overgrown with brush and littered with sticks and leaves. The only thing that really set it apart from the rest of the woods was the break in the otherwise heavy growth of trees. Still, though, it wasn't an easy route, and anyone less experienced than Arya would most likely miss it.
 
Emrys stopped and blinking at Arya. Was she not going to ride him like she used to? She had gotten bigger but for long trips she used to love getting an easy ride, at least some of the way. Of course she had gotten somewhat older the large wolf could easily carry her weight on his back and then another, even. He wondered how old his companion now was, that maybe she was too old for such things.

Still, he lowers down ahead of her, offering her a hitch as it were. That was the sheer difference in size between the two that no matter how old Arya was he could easily support her on his back and run, dash, and even swim with her there.
 
She smiled to him, and though she pat him on the head, she continued on down the path. "Not now, Emrys.' She said to him as she walked past.

She had indeed grown up a lot since they had first met, and even since they had taken to living alone out in the woods together. It had been a few years since the last time they had even ventured into a town, everything they needed out in the woods.

The way down the path was slow, Arya careful not to make a sound as she walked, ducking under branches as she went. The path wasn't too hard, but it was indeed a long walk to the temple. There wasn't a lot of time to spare, but at around midday, the sound of a nearby stream caused Arya to pause, and change direction so they could stop for a drink and a quick meal.
 
Emrys whimpers, missing that memory slightly. Oh well. He trots off next to Arya, keeping close, his senses ready to pick up on anything now that they were leaving the safety and security of their home. All was well though.

When Arya abruptly changed direction the canine looked up curiously, following her unmistakingly. He could see her reasoning for veering off the path, the river Fengoth was nearby with it's sparkling, clean waters and they were both parched, no doubt. Also, the small meal of enjoying an apple for breakfast did not do the pair very much.

Emrys had pondered on going and fetching something large to eat. Possibly haul back and let Arya cook or stew. His appetite grew anxious just thinking about it.
 
The river wasn't too far off course. A large, smooth stone near the bank provided a proper place to sit. Arya shed the quiver and bow from her back, as well as the small bag she had been carrying with her. Her armor was next to come off, but she stopped there.

She picked up the bag again, and took out a small, cloth-wrapped package. Another couple of portions of the smoked meat, and a few more apples. She offered one of the pieces to Emrys before starting to eat.

All the while, she kept looking off in the direction of the temple. It wasn't far off now. They would be arriving within the hour. Even she, not normally attuned to magical energies in the air, seemed to sense the dark presence looming over the place.
 
Emrys was a little saddened to see they would not be hunting for a meal tonight. Being a wolf it was part of him to want to hunt. Still, he took the meat without complaint and enjoyed it, even took another apple and shredded it to it's skinny, frail apple core.

Seeing Arya's unease the wolf laid his head in her lap after he was finished eating. Whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on, right? He says, one of the few times he'll actually speak using their mental link and it was to cheer her up.
 
She nodded to him, reaching over to again scratch behind his ears again. She hardly ever worried with Emrys around. She was never alone, and knew she always had him to watch her back when they were heading into danger like they were.

"I know." she said, then looked back in the direction of the temple. "I'm just...I don't know. I worry for the forest, for us..." she said quietly. "Whatever is causing trouble in the temple may be out for something awful."
 
Emrys enjoys the scratching, his wolf ears perking up slightly. He shared some of her trepidation but he would look out for her and be her guardian like always. He rubs his cheek on her legs to comfort her before the wolf leaves her side to peer into the edge of the river, his claws slashing at the water to try and catch a carp to munch on.

He finally catches a fish, trapping it between his fangs and eating it. Arya would be impressed that near the end it very nearly looked like a neat and clean skeleton, all it's meat being consumed.
 
Though time was short, she allowed him to stop to fish without complaint. The rest was much needed, anyway, and she took the time to relax while Emrys devoured the fish.

As he was finishing cleaning off the bones, Arya stood, and again donned her armor and bow. It was odd, seeing her so focused, but the situation at hand was a rather dire one.
 
Emrys watched Arya get ready and decided it was time to stop goofing around. He was up and tossed away the bones, giving his friend a focused look that said he was ready to leave. He couldn't say it outright but he thought she was very cute in her armor and she seemed eager to fix the situation.

The wolf took lead, turning back to the path that they came from. Eventually it would lead out to a dirt road that was used for travel, and that lead to the temple and the town the other way. This path was outside of the forest, free of all the clutter from the jungle road, in fact the highway was maintained and it was clear they were entering an area that was tended by a large population. Amerstead the town down the other way was the example of hustle and bustle Arya and him tried to get away from.

Just then a man was sprinting down the road in a hurry, frightened by the looks of it. He was a monk with a pony-tail and orange and white robes. "Run for your lives!" he cried. Taking a moment to look around the once pristine roads were now anything but. Several slain townsfolk, traders, and monks lie on the road, motionless.

It was like they were walking in the wake of destruction. Debris and blood littered the causeway as well as broken weapons, and other materials. The hint of magic was apparent, the kind found in the school of destruction. Along with that there was evidence of it's use in craters and in wounds. Too frightened to hang around the monk continued to run away from the direction of the temple.

Emrys could see now that this was the work of the frenzied guardians. In a hurry the wolf takes off for the temples, a growl in his throat to find out what happened.

Climbing up the temple's stairs the scene was no better as they went. More bodies, more debris, more destruction. As Emrys makes it to the outside altar, of which the Forest temple was known for in it's praise of nature, the evil presence felt stronger.
 
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