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Ithilwen was absolutely giddy, an emotion she didn't often feel. The canine lass was usually a mix of stoic and dominant while also being playfully sexual, but this was very different for her. Why was she giddy? Her brother was coming for a visit and she rarely got to see him. Marama was one of the only ones who made her melt inside and made her weak at the knees. The pair of them grew up together and shared an intimacy that only two siblings from the same litter possibly could.

But of course nothing could be simple, could it? Marama was not going to meet her at her place, he decided the two of them would convene in the forest north of town known as the Vast Emerald Wood. The two of them had spent much of their formative years there, exploring and building forts and playing pretend with the wildlife; that was why they felt that would be the best place to meet up.

That, and because some people didn't approve of how close the two could be. Such brother-and-sister relations weren't entirely taboo and certainly weren't illegal, but there were many people who were aggressively against in-family relationships and would protest or stir up a fuss. Ithilwen was not one to care what other people thought, but agreed that she didn't really want to stoke the flames.

She had already arrived at the coordinates set forth by him in his email - she had all the know-how to do that thanks to her history in the military - and was waiting patiently for him to do the same. When she had shown up, she saw that a bonfire had already been dug out and a pair of logs had been laid on either side; clearly Marama had set that up for her to find. No notes or secret coded messages, though. That would have been fun for her to decipher or use to find him.

Ithilwen flopped onto the log, belly down and tail up with chin pressed to the bark in order to fill the time. She was already nude - having stripped down and tossed her clothes over the nearest branch - because she knew her birthday suit was the best way to greet him. Plus, it was evening and it wouldn't be long before the sun would set and she'd ignite the bonfire.

Right on time, Marama showed up within minutes of the sun disappearing behind the horizon. Or, at least that's what Ithilwen thought; it was hard to tell when surrounded on all sides by thick forest.

She was completely unaware of his presence standing over her when he did finally arrive. Normally, she'd have caught a whiff of his scent and knew immediately but he had masked himself and had successfully sneaked up upon her, so when he leapt at her and made a noise, she panicked!

Marama crouched down next to her, leapt into the sky, and shouted, "Gotcha!" While still in the air and before he made contact with her. Ithilwen, completely unaware of his presence, tensed up and rolled over with her teeth bared and ears held back; she growled and snarled but was tackled right off the log and onto the ground between it and the bonfire where the two rolled once before coming to a stop. Marama had pinned her and was straddling her waist, grin upon his face and maw open to pant.

Ithilwen figured out she was fine and that it was him who had ambushed her within a split second but that didn't relax the hair on the back of her neck. She was still defeated, though, and this always made her smile. The two had a competitive streak between one another and were evenly matched in just about every way, so she knew it was only a matter of time before she got her win back.

"You know, you shouldn't just leave yourself open to attack like that, Ithil." Marama joked as he raised himself to a sitting position, still straddling her belly to keep her pinned.

She narrowed her eyes and lowered her ears. "I wasn't aware this was a hunting situation."

"That's what made it a perfect place for me to ambush you! You should always be on your toes; but hey, at least your belly wasn't exposed, at least not at first. But now-" He paused to slide his palm along her stomach, fingers sliding through her fur to give her a rub. He was being deliberately slow and sensual, sure to let her know his intentions.

In response, she play-growled at him with her hands folded up on her chest like a pup. Not only did she relax a bit, but her hind legs instinctively spread apart while her tail curled to the side; she was just as eager as he was to see how this would go down. She even shuddered a bit at his touch as his palms made their way near her breasts.

But just before he got that far, he leaned down and pressed his muzzle next to hers in an affectionate way more akin to siblings than lovers, then gently licked her cheek. "I've missed you." He whispered directly into her ear. "How has work been?"

It took Ithilwen a moment to answer, since she was too busy shuddering at the tickle of his warm breath on the nape of her neck. Once she managed the self-control, she nuzzled back. "It's been good. Real good. Just got a new job, actually."

Marama pulled himself back up into that same sitting position, this time with his hands on her belly just below her breasts; he was intentionally not touching her bosom in order to tease her. "Not in the military anymore? What made you change your mind? I thought you were gonna be a lifer."

"I dunno. I was going to be but on this year's break I got approached by a local business to be an ambassador. The Vore House. Have you heard of it?" She was clearly trying to maintain her composure and have a nice conversation with Marama, but was having a real hard time not responding to his touch every time he shifted his position and ran his fingers through her belly fur.

He kept up his affectionate caresses while nodding. "Yeah, I've heard of it. Not surprised one bit that you ended up working for them, but it is a little saddening to hear you're not with the military any more. You were so very good in that role."

Ithilwen shrugged. "If the Vore House thing doesn't work out, I'm sure I'll be welcomed back with open arms, even if we're not in any armed conflict at this time." She reached out and grabbed his hand to force it onto her breast before continuing. "And in the mean time, I'll happily have my fun one way or another. Care to join me?"

"Never one to waste time with niceties, huh?" He smirked at her and reciprocated, cradling both her breasts with either hand and squeezing them together. As he gave her a gentle rub, his member slowly slipped from his sheath, its red length glistening in the dim evening light; at the same time, his bat-like wings began to unfold from his back, spreading wide and darkening the clearing from what little light sprinkled in.

In a bit of a confused double-take, Ithilwen shook her head and brushed her own ear before remembering this part of him. He always had wings but usually hid them since it wasn't often all that useful to him; they allowed him to glide and hover a bit but he couldn't use them to fly since they weren't big enough and he lacked the energy to make up for it. For the most part, the wings were little more than dead weight and a liability, especially in the military.

And yet despite that distraction, Ithilwen wasn't going to wait another second to get the affection she desired. While Marama was preoccupied with showing of his wings - which were quite majestic, to be sure - she reached out and grabbed his cock with one hand and his sheath with the other, peeling the flesh down towards his ball sack to force his cock to emerge fully. His knot was so small she barely noticed it; this was due to him still being in the preliminary stages arousal more than anything else. Once she gave him a bit of attention she was sure his girth would make itself known.

"Did you miss me or something?" He joked while easing his way up her chest.

"You already asked that." She countered, barely missing a beat. Then, while he was tensing his loins against her touch, she pressed his length between her breasts so that his knot was cradling them on each of their undersides. She shifted her elbows so that her bosom wrapped around his length, the added pressure tickling the burgeoning lobes of his knot in the process. In an odd way, this was all rather casual for the both of them despite also being tender and affectionate. Such behaviour between them was rather commonplace, but absence made their hearts grow fonder.

Which was why Marama was not ashamed to lean into her and bend over, inner thighs tensing up while his cock throbbed to maximum girth. A few spurts of precum burst from his tip and right into Ithilwen's open mouth, which she licked up and gulped down with enthusiasm.

She growled playfully at him. "You know, if you're gonna make a mess there, you're really gonna have to go all the way." She then urged him to find her maw by wrapping her lips around his tip and giving a gentle suckle, coaxing more of that deliciously sweet precum. Once she got a maw full, she rolled the lubricant around with her tongue to coat the roof of her mouth as well as her gums and inner cheek; only then did she slither out from under him and motion for him to sit on the nearby log. Once he was there, she forcefully spread his knees apart and wrapped her lips around his shaft once more, this time bobbing her head to stroke his entire length with her tongue cradling the underside of it.

Marama had to cradle her chin and pull her away. "Hold up a bit, would ya? Don't want to finish up too early and especially not in there. I know you love the taste and all, but I'm sure it'd feel a lot better in the other end." As he spoke, his knot lobes swelled a bit more and another bead of precum dribbled out the end of his member, a drip that Ithilwen happily lapped up.

"That could mean lots of things." She joked while licking her lips clean. "And you know you're welcome in either. But you better not make a mess of my fur, again. If you're gonna go, you'd better be tied one way or another." Their banter was quick and casual, showing a lifetime of camaraderie and playfulness. They chastised and scolded one another, never meaning a word of it while also being quick with their words to the point it seemed like the had engaged one another in this exact conversation.

He just growled at her with a smirk, then grabbed her by the wrists and hoisted her up so that she stood in front of him. Before she could act, he sidled up beside her and positioned himself behind, bending Ithilwen over the log and pushing his crotch up against the underside of her tail. His cock tip prodded between her rump cheeks and teased her hole, but he didn't immediately push in.

This seemed to frustrate Ithilwen. "Hey, don't you do that; you know I hate it when you tease."

"What, like this?" He cooed over her back as he gyrated his hips, cycling his length up and down her cheeks, tip touching her lips and deliberately drawing circles around her pucker.

She grunted and reached back, wrapping her hand around his knot to forcefully guide it to her pussy. His lobes had yet to fully form, yet she still managed to get enough of a grip to completely control him. She wrapped her fingers around his base, angled him just right, and pushed back onto him until she felt his length part her lips and plunge into her. She gasped, then growled as she smirked back at him. "That's more like it. Now don't you dare pull out." She slowly uncoiled her fingers from around his girth, measuring the silky fluids that formed bridges from her digits to his flesh, then finally pulled away fully to lick her fingers clean all while staring him right in the eye.

Marama gulped as he watched, powerless to stop her while she had him in her grasp and unwilling to go against command once she released him. He was struck, dumbfounded as he felt her flesh slowly envelop his. So taken aback by her body heat he couldn't help but squeeze tight around the base of her tail with one hand and her hip with the other, easing himself into her with gradually increasing pressure. Marama gleefully started gyrating to stir his length within her, using his knot to anchor himself in place without ever tying her up.

Naturally, she loved this. At least at first. While she started pushing back and bouncing against him, she was doing it all in the hopes of maybe easing him into her. She wanted that knot and had come to expect it from him whenever they met, she wasn't going to wait any longer! He seemed to know this, too; he was doing all he could to subtly pull back every time she mad a move that might put more pressure on his knot or might angle her flower pedals just right so that they mave have consumed one of his lobes. Between the two of them, they were playing a game with one another and trying their best to not be the one to lose with either of them having their own criteria for that.

Ithilwen wanted that knot quickly and deeply, while Marama wanted to draw things out as long as he could. Both wanted the same thing in the end, but they wanted to take different paths.

Fortunately for Ithilwen, she was often the one who took control in most circumstances; with her lips having already enveloped Marama's shaft and her palm already coaxed a bit of girth from his knot, she was in control and winning this encounter.

In all honesty, Marama was not all that worried about it, so he was first to give in. He may have been one of the only ones who regularly got the better of Ithilwen, but he also knew that he never climaxed as thoroughly and as deeply as when it was in her, so he stopped resisting after a short while.

It was almost too late for Ithilwen to counter his play; by the time she realized he had stopped moving in patterns and positioning himself at angles that would keep her from swallowing him up, she had already pressed back with all her might and had swayed her hips just right, ensuring that her lips rolled over his knot one lobe at a time and came to rest comfortably with her flesh having completely consumed his length, vulva to sheath!

"O-oh, well then! Giving up already?" She jabbed at him with a half-hearted elbow, but had to stop before she could say anything else as his knot swelled inside her, tying them together and applying that familiarly pleasant pressure against her most sensitive areas inside. She curled her toes and tail both whole gripping the bark of the tree and baring her teeth. "Okay, I guess you win..."

Marama leaned in and whispered into her ear while cradling her breasts from behind, member fully engorged within her. "I think we both win, let's be honest. Come on." He then leaned back and pulled her up with him, turning around so that she was on his lap as he sat on the log. Slowly, he wrapped his wings around her to hold her in place with his knot plugging her up. He whispered into her ear again. "So, tell me all about your time in Klyneth? I would love to hear every single thing." He then reached over to the side - struggling against the tie they shared - and grabbed a mug of hot cocoa he'd set by the fire to heat up when he first arrived.

Ithilwen took the mug, cradled it in her hands, and nuzzled up next to him, using his wings as a cocoon. Once she was comfortable, and she found a position that tugged the knot as deep as it would go, she leaned into him and told him everything.

Well, as much as she could while they were tied together. That was a finite amount of time that they'd use to its max.