Fayann and Corummon

Fayann and Corummon

The water was cool and sweet on her tongue as she dipped her head beneath the pool's mirror-like surface. She dove and spun delighting in the sensual feel of its liquid caress. Sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of moss and mistletoe crowding within the boughs of the nearby trees. It danced upon the still water, its floating moats scattering in a spray of iridescent drops as her head broke the surface, sleek and dark as an otters. Tanned and slender she lazily stroked through the water towards the shore. Drifting from her stomach to her back she gazed upwards at the pattern of light and dark against the distant sky.

A low deep growl echoed from her throat as she reached the shore which was answered with a low rumbling from the wolf that lay in the shadows awaiting her return. "Did you enjoy your hunt my friend?" Fayann asked quietly.

The wolf gazed upwards as it licked the water from her dusky brown skin with a broad pink tongue.

"You smell of rabbit, I hope it was good because all I have to share are a few wild onions and that last bit of dried meat you forgot to eat last night". Chuckling she twisted the long fall of her hair tighter and tighter, water ran down her neck and curved across the slope of her naked breast before racing across the flat skin of her stomach on its way to the ground.

"Ummmm such a delicious bit of flesh you are Fayann".

With a snarl Fayann grabbed the dagger that swung in its sheath from a branch overhead and spun on the ball of her foot as she let it fly.

The glade was utterly still, one could almost hear the low, deadly whistle as its' blade cleaved the distance between Fayann and the intruder. Glaring she watched as the dagger buried itself to the hilt in the trunk of an old chestnut tree, a mere hairs breadth from Corummon's right cheek.

Corummon casually pulled the dagger from its resting spot turning it in his hands as he gazed at her. His eyes traveled her body with a familiarity usually reserved for lovers. They moved up Fayann's legs pausing to note the sleek supple skin of her calves before sliding upwards to the lean muscled expanse of her thighs.

The wolf growled again its voice thick with menace.

"Your pet is jealous..."

Fayann glared as she reached for her tunic and yanked it over her head. "You are very lucky he does not take out your throat ..."

"Ah but Fayann it is not my throat that aches to fill your every need..." Corummon dropped his hand tracing the bulge beneath the skin tight leather of his breeches. His touch lingered as his eyes clouded and his breathing quickened. "Any need. Any at all little cousin." He sighed, lips curved in a leering grin.

"You disgust me Corummon." Her words dripped with venom as she finished dressing. "You rut like a monkey in heat with anything that will stand still long enough for you to mount it and then you spend half the day lost in some sort of erotic reverie while your hand takes the place of a partner." Fayann spit at his feet her face a mask of disgust.

"But cousin... " Corummon cooed softly " I could make you scream with pleasure, growl with sheer animal release, beg like the most seasoned slut surely you ache as I do to fill that need." He moved closer his voice thick with lust as he reached to cup the rounded shape of her breast through the thin fabric of her tunic. His eyes did not fail to notice how the tunic clung to her wet body revealing far more then it hid from his gaze.

Fayann slapped his hand away with a growl and muttered as she stuffed her leggings into the tops of her boots. Glancing down she noticed the wolf at her feet had not taken his eyes from Corummon. They glowed orange gold in the dark mask of fur across his face. " I would rather be mounted by my wolf then lie beneath your rutting hips Cousin." Fayann snatched up her pack as she spoke her eyes filled with loathing.

Something passed across Corummon's face but his voice dripped with honeyed sweetness " Those thighs will know my hand dear Cousin, one way or the other ...I promise you that."

Fayann watched as his back disappeared through the trees wishing she could loose a bolt between those impossibly broad shoulders. "Come on wolf... lets see what we can find for supper."

Just as the first stars of evening started to appear in the night sky Fayann and her wolf reached the cut bank where one of the tunnels to her lair-like home met the surface. Together they made their way through the darkness, the air smelled of damp earth, roots and wood smoke. Light ahead gave way to a broad open room filled with drying herbs, stacks of tanned pelts lined the walls in waist high piles. Clay lamps fitted with thick candles hung from the rafters by wide banded thongs.

Fayann propped her pack near the far wall dropping to her knees on the smooth slate floor. She untied the rabbit from her belt and finished cleaning it tossing the entrails to wolf then slipped the skin inside out onto an empty frame dangling from the ceiling. Soon the rabbit was stuffed with wild onions, sage and edible roots and roasting slowly over a low oak fire.

Fayann slipped from her clothes and curled up on the thick mound of sweet grass and furs that served as her bed to mend an old pair of boots. Wolf wound in his customary three circles before tucking his nose under his tail and dozing off to sleep. The fire crackled as the fat dripped upon the coals from the roasting meat Fayann hummed as she stitched the torn leather with expert care.

The warmth of the fire and the silky caress of the furs against her bare skin soon caused Fayann to stretch out against them. Her lashes drooped as she ran her hands across the smooth skin of her belly. She reached for the little copper pitcher of nut oil she kept warm on the hearth and drizzled its golden liquid over her breasts and thighs with a low purr.

She slowly began to rub the oil into her skin her hands slipping along her ribs to cup the full soft curves of her breasts. Sighing softly she plucked at her hardening nipples her eyes closed as she slipped into that drifting place half arousal half sleep. Her hands tested and explored softly she raked her ribs with the tips of her nails causing her breath to escape in a low moan.

One hand moved to tease at the tender skin of her thighs, fingertips tugging and pinching as her hips rolled in response. She felt a breeze cool and sweet slip over her heated flesh causing her to groan and goose bumps to race up her thighs. Her fingertips found the moist inner petals of her sex as her breathing became a rapid shallow panting.

Her thoughts returned again to that moment by the pool when Corummon had traced the thick hardened shape of his shaft as it strained against the tight leather of his breeches. Her muscles clenched inside her as a rush of heat tore through her bringing a low growling moan to her trembling lips. Her searching fingers found their mark as she buried them inside herself her hips rising to meet them as she worked them frantically against that place inside her that always brought her to a screaming climax.

Something feral and wild growled in the dark jerking her upright with a surge of adrenaline. Wolf edged towards her, his nose twitching as he caught the full scent of her musk. His long pink tongue ran up along the inside of her thigh curling to lap at the glistening wet that spilled from inside her.

Fayann groaned as he bathed her delicate flesh with the rasping motions of his tongue. She pushed against wolf's shoulder whimpering as his tongue lost contact with her swollen nub her body warring with her mind for control.

Wolf growled low in his throat forcing his nose between her thighs, Fayann shuddered and fell back her lust having won control from her intellect. She lost contact with time or place her world became the wet, rough lapping of wolf's eager tongue. His teeth bit into the flesh of her thigh jarring her from her revelry. Wolf butted and growled as he sought to mount her nipping at the backs of her thighs his claws raking her smooth tanned skin.

Shuddering Fayann crawled to her knees, thrusting her hips upward as she felt Wolf's chest against her back. She panted moaning as he bucked against her and his swollen sex seeking it's tight wet home with in her.

Hot, harsh breathing echoed in her ears as Wolf thrust home filling her as she screamed in pleasure. Wolf drove his hips against hers and his teeth buried in the scruff of her neck. Fayann moaned and screamed beneath him as his shaft swelled, filling her completely. She threw her head back and howled as her orgasm welled up, filling her chest with heat before exploding outwards in a shuddering climax.

Her whole body shook as she rode wave after wave whimpering and moaning like a heated bitch.

Finally their link ended and she collapsed to the furs, shaking with the after shocks of pleasure.

Wolf growled low in his throat as he licked the sweat from her skin and slick musky wetness between her thighs. Suddenly Fayann knew someone was watching her and she jerked upright her hand reaching for the dagger in the sheath near the hearth.

Turning, her eyes met those of her cousin pale blue framed by a wreath of thick blonde locks.

His eyes burned with lust as he leaned close against her ear. "You did say you would rather mate with your wolf.... so happy I could oblige you."

Loud mocking laughter echoed off the silent earthen walls as he slowly faded from view.

"You were such a delicious little bitch cousin.. we must do this again some time."

The End