Stifling the heat
This is a story for art collab that Nulkurrak did with Lillian Winters
Description: At the height of her heat, a female direwolf called Nakarra calls upon her bearwolf neighbor Lillian to assist her with that troublesome need. Rather that put her tongue to good use, the bearwolf proposes a better, more fulfilling alternative which involves her dragonlion brother Oryn, in which the two females claim him and take what they need from the (un)fortunate male.
Nakarra(c) belongs to Nulkurrak
Lillian and Oryn(c) belong to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lillianwinters
Cover artwork done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dorosheva-e/
***Stifling the heat***
Nakarra's lips pulled into a snarl as she growled her consternation at Lillian's outlandish notion of dealing with her heat. "No males. Never males. I'll bite the sack off the male who so much as sniff me without my approval."
"Even if they cannot make your belly swell?"
The wrinkles on Nakarra's muzzle softened, but they did not vanish. Lillian lived in the territory neighboring hers, and on occasion, her brother Oryn and her sister Ina visited her for reasons she avoided inquiring about. How two dragonlion twins ended up being her siblings, Nakarra did not know despite Lillian's open and nonchalant attitude. Perhaps she ought to trust the bearwolf more, given her charm, allure, and ability to maintain such a vast territory and still be friends with her neighbors including her, but as a lone wolf, Nakarra preferred to rely on herself first, and on others second.
"What do you suggest?" Nakarra said, adding a spark of thunder in her voice. "That I lift my tail for Oryn like a petty, defeated, heat-addled little mink? That I allow him to pollute my insides with his thin, aqueous, unworthy seed that is prone to burst prematurely out of him?"
Her hackles raised and her tail perked as she took a step towards Lillian, then another, and another, until their noses practically touched. "That is not me, Lillian. You ought to know better by now."
"I do," Lillian said before sneaking in a quick nuzzle that Nakarra couldn't avoid in time. "He won't take you, my dear wolf. You shall claim him, make him submit, and take all that you want from him while I ensure that he is on best behavior. He's not even going to touch you with that cold, oozing nose. I'll make sure of it."
She spoke with such zeal that Nakarra found herself intimidated by her staunch poise. Stockier, tall and imposing, her bear heritage made Lillian a worthy adversary for an entire pack of wolves living within these woods, and not even a direwolf such as herself could hope to best her. She had a thick, tawny mane that protected her throat from bites, muscular limbs that surpassed the strength of Nakarra's thinner, more agile ones, and a rounder middle that gave her the necessary weight to topple even her dragonlion siblings.
"How are you going to manage that?" Nakarra tested her mettle. "He is bigger, stronger, and has the advantage of wings."
Lillian smiled in that knowing, reassuring way of hers. "I have my ways. He won't be able to protest when my spade stuffs his nose, and his entire frame is going to freeze in pleasure once his barbed cock slides into you. He has his pride, certainly, but he won't ever choose it over the delights a female provides. And right now, it will be two of us, something that poor, lonely, pent-up Oryn won't be able to resist."
Intriguing. Very intriguing. The more Nakarra pondered on that idea, the hotter the flames of lust burned within her, and the more eager she grew to rid herself of that incessant tingling at the bottom of her tail. Perverse excitement flooded her at the opportunity to mount a male, and a dragon at that. To dictate the pace of the thrusts, as well as control every other aspect of their union.
Yes. That definitely sounded like something she would enjoy, and Lillian knew her answer before she even voiced it.
"Follow me," she said, weaving her bushy tail across Nakarra's face invitingly as she took the lead. "I have just the tool that will keep Oryn in line and purring like a tame kitten."
The tool in question was a human-made rope that Lillian pulled out from within the hollow depths of a fallen tree in which only her head fit. Having been raised by a human, Nakarra had expected some sort of harness, an iron poker, or something sturdier and more effective as a means of threatening and implicitly subdue, but a rope? On a dragonlion as big as Oryn?
She remained silent. If Lillian had her plan, she preferred not to interfere or challenge her on the means she used to discipline her brother. On that account, his sisters ought to know best.
"Not far now," Lillian disturbed the thick silence when she took note of the increasingly wider and excited wagging of Nakarra's tail. "Oryn sleeps throughout most of the afternoon like the lazy lion he is. This is the first time in his life where one of his fantasies will become a reality, and instead of submitting and accepting it for what it is, the deluded fool will fight us on it. As if he's ever won a fight against me or Ina before!"
Nakarra's ears perked at that. "Does that mean he won't enjoy being taken by a female?"
Lillian scoffed, glancing at Nakarra incredulously. "You're more than just a female, sweet one. You are a direwolf of noble breed, and Oryn enjoys the tight, warm wetness of our depths far more than he would ever mention. The few times I let him inside, he burst within me from the first few strokes, and he never made up for it, believing it is a male's duty to finish whenever he pleases, the runt!"
"It won't take me long," Nakarra added, well aware that in her current, vulnerable state, it would take but a few brushes of his delightful barbs to scratch away her itch to completion. "Assuming he behaves, of course."
"That is what I am carrying this for," Lillian nodded, her voice muffled by the rope she dragged along in her mouth.
They found Oryn splayed on his back, with his cock erect and twitching while caught in the whims of a most delightful dream. Lillian let go of the rope and strolled to his member, giving it a teasing lick that caused it to convulse and for Oryn's eyes to snap open.
"At least you didn't shoot all over me and yourself," Lillian said, barely able to contain her giggle. "Would have been mighty embarrassing for you, knowing you have guests."
"What...why are you...?" Groggy Oryn tried to make sense of the situation before he noticed Nakarra. He immediately scrambled onto his feet at the sight of her, his eyes narrow, his nose held high, his nostrils twitching to suck in her scent. The way he instinctively licked his muzzle sent shivers coursing through the direwolf, the male's reaction so genuine and cute she couldn't help but find it endearing.
"Don't dwell on her for too long. She is not just a swollen, heat-stricken spade for you to mate to your heart's content," Lillian took the lead, her gaze falling on the rope she had dragged all the way here just for him. "Now be a good sibling and let me put this on you. It is just a contingency, like always."
Oryn's eyes widened for a brief second before his eyebrows arched into a deep frown and his lips pulled up to reveal his fangs. "Not again," he shook his head vehemently. "if you enjoy it so much, then collar yourself. You are the dog, after all."
"Careful, sweet brother. You don't want to insult our guest. She is here specifically for you, and for the relief that she hopes you can provide."
That instantly wiped away Oryn's doubt and distrust, replacing it with curiosity and lust that visibly manifested under his tail.
"It is not as straightforward, however," Lillian shattered his dream in one fell swoop. "Nakarra is a direwolf and an alpha, while you are...well, you. There is a hierarchy to direwolf packs, and this means you will be below her while she towers above you."
"That...that is..." Oryn tried to defend himself, suddenly crestfallen.
"Demeaning from your male perspective, yes, but when has that stopped me and Ina from riding you to your heart's content? And I distinctly remember you enjoying yourself so much that you expressed your passion sooner than anticipated."
Nakarra bit back her amusement at how guilt immediately plastered over Oryn's expression, his tail cowering between his legs and his ears dropping like sagged leaves.
"It is her first time with a dragon, therefore you will be leashed. Or you can decline and I will have her all for myself."
Her heart skipped a beat, and dread seeped through her at the possibility of missing this opportunity and suffering through another sleepless night.
Fortunately, Oryn's lust won in the end. He might not have agreed or disagreed openly with Lillian, but Nakarra knew that his decision had already been made from the way he stared at her. She could recognize that deep longing everywhere; that crave to satisfy that most primal and demanding of urges.
He did not respond to Lillian. His sigh and craned neck so that she could work the rope around it were enough for Lillian to curl it around his neck, then twist it into a simple knot that impressed Nakarra as well. She never expected the bearwolf to work her paws around the tricky material so easily, or to use her jaws so effectively. Even Oryn seemed taken aback by this ability of her, at which Lillian responded with a wink.
"You learn a thing or two when visiting the civilized world. You should give it a try sometimes."
She then picked the other end of the rope in her mouth, walking a short distance away to test its hold by jerking Oryn rudely enough to draw a coughed yelp from him.
"Excellent. Now lie down on your back for me. We will make it worth your while...if you behave, of course."
Oryn shared a glance with Nakarra, then with Lillian before he slowly, almost timidly lowered himself on his belly. He remained like that for a few seconds, matching his gaze with that of Lillian who had her back turned to him, tail swishing from one side to the other to reveal glimpses of her pink vulva in between.
"You will eat your fill of it," Lillian said, her tongue trailing over her muzzle in a salacious display. "We want you in your best form after all."
Males...so easily bent by the promise of a female's scent, taste, or warmth. Majestic as he was with his thick, imposing mane, Oryn still surrendered the white of his belly to a complete stranger, along with his firm, ripe, fuzzy sack and diminutive, lion-like sheath through which the tip of his pink already showed. Nakarra's blood simmered. Her temples pounded with the urgency to sate her need, and relentless tingles began creeping through her nethers now that her goal was so close in sight.
Instead of patiently waiting for Oryn to grow under the expert guidance of Lillian, Nakarra strode to her quarry with the confidence Lillian had instilled into her, stepping over the warm, smooth membrane of his splayed wings as straddled and sought to align herself with Oryn. Even rubbing the wetness coating her vulva over his sheath and taut balls felt magnificent to her heat-stricken, pulsating flesh, and her back began to gradually arch as her thrusts became increasingly eager and faster against a cock that engorged too slow.
"Let me help with that," Lillian offered, tugging on the leash to wrestle Oryn's muzzle, creased with pleasure, from Nakarra and towards her. With her target in sight, the bearwolf reared into Oryn's nose, stuffing it into her meaty, slick vulva against which the male instinctively bucked, maddened from its divine scent and taste.
His cock immediately tensed, every barb lining it gaining surprising prominence from that simple trick. Nakarra wasted no time in rubbing her dark spade against the enlarging shaft, her tender flesh shuddering in bliss at the sensations brought by those delightful, pointy nubs. They scratched her in all the right ways, wiping away that incessant itch and replacing it with a feeling of deep, euphoric fulfillment that Nakarra wanted far, far more of.
Though she had intended to pace herself and savor this male to the best of her ability, Nakarra's instinct worked against her. Tormented by heat for days, her body craved for respite so much that she reared onto her hind legs and pressed her forepaws against the bigger, softer paw pads of Oryn's hindpaws for extra purchase. She eagerly gyrated her hips in search of his tip, her eager panting growing more intense with each tantalizing caress of pink flesh against charcoal-colored one.
When she finally found her mark, Oryn had already grown to full mast from the constant friction of dragonlion cock against direwolf pussy, his rod tense, thick, and oh so barbed! Unable to deny the impulses of her body, Nakarra pressed down on Oryn in one swift, decisive stroke, forcing the entirety of his cock to plunge into her.
Nakarra's eyes screwed shut from the sheer intensity of the pleasure that blossomed within her, a sharp yelp fleeing her half-opened muzzle that joined Oryn's deeper yet equally surprised whine. The way his girth parted her, and the smooth sailing of his barbs across her well-lubricated walls felt better than anything she had experienced in her life. Such raw, untamed delight intoxicated her, maddened her, and made her thirst for more of it, no matter the cost.
Aware that she wouldn't be able to stop, Nakarra licked her muzzle in advance to wipe some of the drool that threatened to escape, staring at how Oryn voraciously lapped at Lillian's soppy cunt. Watching the way her whiskers twitched and her lips tensed made everything all the more erotic for Nakarra, stoking her desire to savor Oryn in her own way, just like her friend did.
Without any reservations for the speed that might be suitable for a male, the direwolf began to hump his cock with increasingly faster, eager, deeper thrusts. The first plunge of Oryn into her might have addled her mind from the blissful relief it brought her, but her relentless and unyielding pace was something else entirely. No matter how quick Oryn began to throb, or how his hindquarters tried to wiggle away from her to seek a moment of respite, Nakarra's drooling spade swallowed and spat out his cock in rapid bursts, intent on ridding herself of that itch once and for all.
"Too...mrr...too fast!" Oryn protested, only for his voice to falter when Lillian pulled on the leash so that her femininity silenced him.
"Mind your tongue, brother. She is your guest, so it's only natural that she dictates how you get to the inevitable finale."
From the looks of Oryn's scrunched expression, no female had ever ridden him as fast and as hard as Nakarra did. The deep, panting breaths she took mirrored her youthful desperation for relief, just as the audible squelching of her pussy that slobbered its juices all over Oryn's genitals emphasized her determination to get there as early as possible.
Although her haunches began to tremble from exhaustion, Nakarra still increased the speed and force of her strokes, unable--no, unwilling--to let the unfathomable blaze within her die down. Now that Oryn's barbs tamed her heat, she began to appreciate his length and thickness a lot more, wishing to have as much of him inside her as deep as he could possibly go. It all worked so well, to the point where Nakarra simply closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and awaited for the inexorable elation that would ripple through her in mind-shattering waves.
"Grrarrrrhhhh!" Oryn cried out sooner than she anticipated. Without as much as a warning, his cock began to convulse within her depths, the jerky motions accompanied by wave after wave of hot, rich, creamy seed that speared at her deepest, most intimate of regions.
Nakarra instinctively arched her back as much as she could, so that she could take as much Oryn as she could inside her. Despite the lack of motion and friction of those delightful barbs, the twitches of his cock, along with the strong jets he loosened into her, pushed Nakarra over the brink, causing her own walls to shudder incessantly as they milked her male for all his worth.
She did not breathe during that eerie, all-fulfilling moment in which time and space seemed to distort. Nakarra kept her muzzle sealed shut, soft whimpers breaking through it while she rode her best, most satisfying climax yet. It felt so liberating to feel a male's warmth explode within her; so exhilarating to clamp down around his girth, and to feel the unique texture of his penis poke against her smooth, silky walls. She enjoyed it so much, that her spent body still found the fortitude to hump him a couple more times in desperation for prolonging that sweet bliss a few moments longer.
When Oryn's seed ceased to flow and his barbs deflated, so did Nakarra's interest in him. She dismounted him and strolled to the nearest patch of grass without even waiting for his surplus seed to flow out of her, causing it to cascade over Oryn's lower belly and create a small trail to where she finally laid down. She did not expect Oryn to finish so quick, nor for her haunches to feel so spent and weak.
"Are you done with him?" Lillian asked as she lifted her pussy off Oryn's soggy muzzle to allow him a moment to recover.
"It happened quicker than anticipated, but then again, he is no direwolf."
"No, he's not," Lillian agreed. She began walking in Nakarra's direction, and when the rope stiffened, she jerked it to signal Oryn to get up.
"Lick her dear sibling, as is befitting of a host, so that her nectar can fortify you for a second mating."
Oryn gulped down at the request, a forepaw lifted timidly in the air. He might not have wanted to go through such passionate mating a second time, or perhaps the leash bothered him, and yet, the sight of Nakarra's ripe, heat-stricken spade convinced him otherwise. There was something irresistible about a female at the height of her heat that not even Oryn, leashed like a dog, could deny.
***THE END***
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