Bars were full of powerful scents, but Redwood wasn’t the kind who frequented them because he was concerned with how different a beer smelled when he reached the bottom of it, versus when it was freshly poured.

In that regard, he was just like anyone else: he was more concerned with the contents of his glass and how much easier the world around him was to handle when he had a few of them settled in his belly.

“Just one more for me, I think.”

The bartender wasn’t drowning in customers that evening, making it easy for the husky to latch onto him and get his drink orders filled with ease. He actually had to slow himself down a little bit; he wasn’t in the mood to spend his evening in a drunken stupor.

What struck him more than the freshly poured lager in his glass, however, was the strong aroma that seemed to come along with it. The husky captured the pint in his paw and gave it a brief sniff, wondering how such a powerful bouquet could have come from mere foam, but the closer he drew to it, he noticed a greater sense of conflict in his nostrils.

“…That’s…not the beer, is it?”

He needed to know the source of it: he couldn’t explain where such a compulsion came from, but whatever it was, it resonated so strongly with him that he was ready to throw down his payment, abandon the glass and leave the bar, if that’s what it took for him to pick out where it originated.

It was strange to allow his instincts to have that sort of control over him, but wrapping his digits tighter around the pint and holding it steady was enough for him to get a grip on the situation, as well.

The wag of his tail, however, was moving at such a pace that he thought he might cool the bar down a few degrees if he wasn’t careful, but there was one person that was grateful for the breeze.

“Wanna watch where you’re pointing that thing?”

The walkway directly behind the bar was a little too close to the billiard tables: it was a common complaint for management, but smaller taverns had to do what they could to maximize their spaces, and Redwood’s tail was flicking about the tiny gap with such energy that he didn’t even realize he was still smacking the poor woman in the thighs.

“Oh, h-hey…I am so sorry about that,” he looked back over his shoulder with a nervous smile, worrying that his tail might have brushed along a few spots that would land him in serious trouble. “Can I buy you a drink for your troubles?”

It was impossible to see a scent, but Redwood was brilliant at following one to the source, and where the woman stood, there was a stronger concentration of it than ever before, and a familiar reality dawned upon him.

He’d only ever gleaned that aroma a few times in his life, and never from someone that it would have been appropriate to comment on it.

“…You know what? Sure.”

He was shocked that she took the stool next to him and gave the counter an expectant tap, but the longer she sat there, the more certain Redwood became that she was the source of his quiet turmoil, and if his assumptions were correct, he thought it might be best to bite his tongue on the subject, instead of asking a question that she’d likely heard a dozen times that night.

“Get whatever you’d like,” Redwood offered. “I’ll…uhm. I guess I’ll just have this.”

She could tell that he was flustered; she was used to random guys having a little trouble when they actually worked up the courage to talk to her, but that evening in particular, the timber wolf could imagine why a male with such a sensitive nose would struggle to keep his head on straight.

She was the one who took the risk of testing the waters while she was in heat, and some part of her was proud of the fact that she could leave a random stranger completely befuddled by her presence alone.

“Sounds like you might have already had one too many of those,” she teased. “And yet…I’m tempted to offer you a little something stronger.”

That was just what Redwood wanted to hear, but he was still tongue tied at the idea of uttering the words, even when he’d become absolutely certain of what he was smelling.

That scent, intoxicating and powerful, was filling his nostrils on every inhale, and with every exhale that followed, he was letting out a raspier breath than before; a silent signal that his body would own up to the invitation, even if his mind continued to resist it.

“Pretty sure the strongest taste in here isn’t on the menu,” Redwood answered, but he covered his lips a moment later, wondering where the words had come from. “…That…uh…t-that’s because…it’s a secret menu item! Mmhm!”

The timber wolf giggled, having seen the dreamy stare of an intoxicated male more than a few times before.

She was more than capable of seeing the difference between drunkenness that came from a bottle, and an infatuation driven by the natural scents and aromas of her body.

“It’s definitely not the kind of thing you could order from the bartender,” she agreed. “Not to knock his skill…makes a fine drink, certainly, but I’m pretty sure he’s lacking one of the key ingredients. I, on the other hand, have it in spades…”

Instinct was what drove the flirtatious words from Redwood’s maw, but realizing that didn’t do anything to quell his fear of stepping on her toes: she was clearly enjoying herself, but he couldn’t help his concern with taking such an aggressive approach.

“Look; I…I’m sorry, miss…?”

“Call me Aly.”

“Aly, hi. Nice to more formally meet you, but…I…I can’t believe I’m about to say this out loud, but do you wanna get out of here?”

“I was starting to think I was just gonna have to shove your nose in it to make you get the point,” she answered, giggling at his seemingly innocent nature. “Thought it was pretty obvious that I didn’t come here looking for a drink; you a little slow on the uptake, or…?”

“It’s not that, I…heh. Well, let’s just say that it’s a little more complicated than that,” Redwood confessed. “But I’d be happy to fill you in on the details, albeit a little further from some prying ears.”

A hotel, an apartment, or even the back of a car might have felt like the proper destination for them, but Redwood knew his legs would follow Aly anywhere that she tugged him…and there just happened to be a wide, expansive forest behind the tavern.

**

“What made you pick this place, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Alyeksa looked completely natural among the beauty of nature, so much that Redwood could have believed that he was paying a visit to the maiden of a shrine, or perhaps, the goddess the shrine was dedicated to in the first place.

The only thing putting off such an appearance was intense, gripping jeans of black and the loose, bomber-style jacket that hung from her body; she dressed herself with such striking intensity that Redwood couldn’t help worrying that he was in over his head.

With honesty as his best and only policy, he cocked an ear to her answer.

“Nothing better than doing what feels natural among nature,” she told him, simple as that. “And speaking of what feels natural…you still seem to be having a little trouble with all this, dude.”

The scent pouring away from her wasn’t dulled by the chilly air of the evening or the dry, tired dirt that compacted under their steps.

Even among the woods, she was an object of desire that he couldn’t ignore, and instinct was telling him to pin her down…to prove that he was the right male for her, when he’d never felt that way about any woman before.

“Would you believe me if I told you that this would be my first time with a woman?” he asked, fearful of how honestly she might reply.

It started with a simple, cocked brow, but the wolfess smiled as she looked Redwood over. “First time with a woman, or with anyone?”

“A woman,” he reiterated, flustered by her implication. “I’m not saying I don’t know the mechanics of it, but I…y-yeah. Maybe we can pretend that I don’t? Might make things easier?”

She crossed her arms just under her breasts, giving them a little push: her eyes followed his own, judging the way that each of his cyan orbs seemed to miss the gesture.

“Probably gonna make things a lot easier if we do that,” she agreed. “You seem really interested, but you don’t seem interested in me, if that makes sense…”

“I wish I could explain it a little better myself,” Redwood admitted. “Thanks for being so patient with me on this.”

“If you’re half as much fun as you look like you’ll be, you’re gonna make it worth my while, so…don’t worry about it,” she said. “Though…I do think I have a fun idea to get things started, if you’re up for it.”

“And that is?”

Redwood knew what Aly was after, but he was still caught off guard by how readily she shrugged away the weight of her jacket. He blinked when her fingertips danced their way down her own abdomen, and on the other side, his eyes opened to the sight of her brassier…and his ears perked to the pop of the button on her jeans.

“Come and get me,” she whispered, her voice carrying all the same lust as the scent that poured from her body; that delicious, enticing aroma was flooding the clearing when her pants came undone, but Redwood was expecting her to saunter over to him with a sway of the hips, as if to follow the stereotype of a script.

Instead, she eased her panties down and away from her womanhood, taking enough time that Redwood could see the long, thin strands of arousal that peeled away from her folds as she moved…stepped out of them…and kicked them toward him.

His eyes widened, her panties landed against the end of his nose, and before he could finish inhaling to yelp in surprise, he was treated to such a concentration of her scent that he hardly remembered what came after.

He was answering a call: there was no voice, nor any order in the back of his mind to go after her, but something was making absolutely sure that he would stay on her trail, as she bounded away. She only kept her brassier for the sake of easier running, but there were times when he followed that he noticed her leaning forth, as if she was going to drop to all fours and take off in a proper sprint.

Every time she leaned, her tail started lifting, following the same silent instruction that Redwood did, but she knew what she was up to, controlling her actions with a greater sense of purpose than he was…even when she came to the edge of a riverbank.

She had a decision to make: when she reached that edge, she lifted her tail high and shook her hips about slightly, thinking that Redwood could put the pieces together from there, but one problem was evident, as he came barreling through the tree trunks.

He was still clothed.

“Not that I’ve got a problem with dry humping, but y-you…oh…oh! Decided to be a proper gentleman about it, hm?”

Looking back and planting her palms flat against the ground, Aly trembled at the first, eager press of Redwood’s muzzle against her bare, parted folds: his tongue pushed right over the mound of her sex, gliding right through the subtle, extra fur that had grown into place for the impending winter…

…And from there, his tongue just stayed in place as he realized where he was, and what he was doing; further, that he had no idea what he was doing.

“You gonna put that tongue to good use, or are you just trying to warm me up? I promise I don’t need it…”

Redwood was more familiar with the pucker at his eye level: her tailhole was exposed under the lifted appendage, and the wealth of her scent that was trapped in the same space was calling to his tongue, but he could tell that she wanted him to take things further in the front.

He just didn’t have a clue how to do that.

“Oh, that’s right…you said it was your first time with a woman, didn’t you?”

Easing back slightly, Redwood tried to capture her gaze: he nodded, the excess juices of her sex still dripping from his tongue.

“…That was adorable, but…if looks can tell a story, you really don’t know what you’re doing down there. Been a while since I’ve had to walk someone through all the steps, but…night’s not getting any younger,” she thought aloud. “Better get started if we’re gonna make the most of it.”

The delicate, subtle sweetness and tang that coated his tongue demanded to be collected: Redwood eased his tongue back into his maw and swallowed, and once more, the intoxication spread throughout his mind as he looked right ahead, watching Aly shift her posture.

Instead of dropping the rest of the way down to her knees, she turned and rolled onto her backside, her thighs spread before the lucky canine.

“You’ve got the enthusiasm down, but we’re gonna have to work on that technique of yours: come in closer…and let’s see if you’re a faster learner.”

His naiveite with a woman had nothing to do with his overall level of skill, and what started as answering the call of instinct was quickly turning to genuine enthusiasm.

With a literal invitation, Redwood eased down to his knees and crawled forward in the dirt and low grass, approaching the woman with a greater sense of concern and care than before. He was moving toward that delicious aroma, but she was watching him so closely that he felt like he couldn’t just take the chains off and move with reckless abandon.

He had to come in slow, press his lips against the tender slit of her petals, and finally, push the flat of his wide, moist tongue against that spot, collecting another taste of her natural moisture.

“Good…make yourself familiar with it, first,” Aly instructed. A paw came down with her words, stroking along the back of his ear and scratching the base, her claws dragging through the softer tips of brown. “It’s your first time tasting one, right?”

It was adorable, she thought, that he was nodding with his tongue out like that, but she watched with a grin as his tongue slipped up and down, right along the tender folds.

“Make sure you learn the ins and outs of it, then,” she continued her lesson, as her other paw came to rest right at the top of her pubic mound. Fingertips spread on either side of her clit, pushing away the overgrown fur and revealing how proudly her tiny, pink nub stood among the rest of her womanhood. “Some parts are more important than others, but none are to be ignored…”

Common knowledge would have told him what he was looking at, even if his instincts weren’t already yelling out how important that little spot was.

Her clit was engorged even more than usual, thanks to the aid of her estrus…and just one cursory lick from Redwood was enough to turn the delicate stroke of his ear into a tight, painful grip.

“E…easy, big guy…move around it, first.”

The timber wolf had the edge in experience, but she wasn’t lording it over him: she was guiding his actions, showing him just the right way to approach her body, if he was truly interested in bringing out the best in her.

Like so many others, Redwood didn’t know just how sensitive the clitoris could be, and counterintuitive as it seemed, he followed Aly’s advice to the letter…take a slow, easy path around the hood of her clit and tracing the softer flesh that covered it, before coming back down the other side in a comforting, completed circle.

Another warm, full press of the flat of his tongue was just the kind of soft, smooth follow up that he needed to offer. Aly was grinning wide to see that he’d figured it out, but she had more in store for him than verbal praises, as her legs kicked up and her heels locked around the back of his neck.

“Better, Redwood…m-much better,” she stammered, her legs quivering with the same delight that broke apart her uttered approval. “But a woman’s body is more than just that spot…you’ve g-gotta pay attention to all of it.”

Nodding silently and moving his tongue back down from the edge of her tender nub, Redwood pushed his folded, eager flesh toward the gap of her entrance once more and eased his way through, blending the warmth and presence of his spittle with her natural, glistening arousal.

Her petals were utterly soaked by the time he reached the very bottom edge of her labia, and seeing nowhere else to go, he moved back up through, never moving with such a pressure that it would make her uncomfortable.

He was learning fast, and Aly was guiding him as much through the tension in her grip as she was through her literal instructions.

“There…n-now dip it in…f-fuck me with that big, thick tongue, Redwood!”

Her toes were already curling into the weight of his shoulders, with claws raking toward the path of his spine: they dug in tight when his tongue finally pressed against the clenching flesh of her entrance and pushed through that unique resistance.

There was something truly fascinating about the way that her inner muscles could push back against his efforts; it didn’t seem the proper way to invite someone in, but just imagining how that would feel against his cock, instead, the husky thought he might be able to understand the appeal.

 “Just can’t help some things, can we?” Aly pointed out, seeing the confusion in his brow. “I can’t help seizing up like that when you hit s-such a good spot…and you can’t help trying to dig even deeper…so don’t fight it. Whatever your body is telling you to do, j-just…just do it already!”

It was only when he hesitated that he heard the sexual frustration in her voice, but pressing his palms against her inner thighs and grounding himself made for an easier time, and his tongue, pushing with muscles that he’d rarely used, forced itself further into her passage, exploring the unique, silky texture in her innermost bodice.

No matter how wet she’d been on the outside, he couldn’t believe just how soaked she was within, and the pressure and spreading of his tongue allowed for more of those juices to spill over his lower lip, but he remained diligent, pushing onward and thrusting his warm, wet muscle into her, simulating the pump of his hips.

He didn’t know that his tongue was curling and brushing against her g-spot on every pass, but her body was ready to let him know that in dramatic fashion.

“Oh…o-oh fuck…Red, y-you…you might wanna stoooooooop…”

Her toes curled at his back and yanked his head closer despite her warning, and as he blinked, a full, messy squirt of feminine ejaculate sprayed across the bridge of his muzzle, utterly staining his nose with the most intimate source of her delightful scent.

For any drink he could have ordered at the bar that night, Redwood found this the most intoxicating he’d ever known…and his eyes were half-lidded over as he looked up at the wolfess, proud of how tightly she bit her lip; he could tell that she was trying her best to keep from screaming out in the middle of the woods, but his tongue was forcing her to fight off that reaction every step of the way.

Trembling thighs released his head slowly as her legs kicked at the air and her tail flickered about with wild excitement, and just as Redwood went to collect the dribbling juices, another streak leapt from her open, eager sex. The roof of his mouth was coated, and his tongue was lucky enough to have a sample of her orgasmic offering, completely undiluted.

When her fingertips finally came away from Redwood’s ear, she was shocked she didn’t see blood on her claws, tight as they’d been gripping his ear.

“Dunno if that w-was dumb luck or what,” she paused to catch her breath, giving the husky a softer gaze to show her appreciation. “But you really took that spot and ran with it, didn’t you?”

Squirting wasn’t a horribly common thing, but with his lack of experience with women, the messy gush caught Redwood completely off guard. He was too bashful to ask if she’d just peed on him, but the difference between the fluids that dripped from his muzzle and proper urine was evident enough.

It started with the difference in flavor, but there was something so much more intimate about the way her body had graced him…and even still, as he watched Aly recover, he could see her vaginal muscles contracting, even when there was nothing for them to cling to.

“It was soft,” Redwood admitted. “Just felt really satisfying against my tongue, so I kept going back to it…I’m taking all…h-heh…all of this as a good thing?”

As he leaned back, he could see her juices staining the dirt, still dripping from his chin. He didn’t know that women could produce such a plentiful mess in the first place, but now that he’d been given a sample of it, he was hoping he’d be lucky enough to experience it again.

Driven almost purely by instinct and the overwhelming arousal in her scent, he could feel his cock pulsing against the front of his jeans and begging to be released, but some part of him was still nervous about his first time ever penetrating a woman, before.

He preferred to listen to the instinct that told him to breed a heated bitch; he was having much more fun at the behest of that.

“It’s a very good thing,” Aly confirmed. “Gotta be honest, I’m shocked you were able to make me do that on your first try, but you seem to be quite the talented boy…you’re starting to make me think I’ve got a soft spot for inexperienced guys.”

“I’m not completely inexperienced, you know.”

“Oh, that’s right…I’m just your first woman. I hope that means you know what you’re doing with your hips, at least?”

He was still a little shy to take such a charge, but seeing Aly turn through her own mess and rock onto her knees was an invitation he couldn’t refuse, no matter how bashful he felt before.

“Better than I know what I’m doing with my tongue,” Redwood confessed.

“For your sake, I hope you’re right…when you tease a heated bitch, all you’re really doing is firing her up,” Aly explained. “To be honest, after that little preview…I’m hornier than ever.”

Redwood was sure that he’d brought the wolfess to climax with his tongue, but her hips were swaying and her backside popped as she settled into place, her palms going flat against the little grass that remained in the early winter.

Her appearance confirmed what she’d said, and a final, fresh bead of arousal dripped down from her petals as she leaned her breasts into the ground, praying that Redwood might listen to his instincts once more.

“Just make sure you go for the right hole, big guy…”

The tone of her voice was the tune of a pied piper, luring Redwood closer; he’d almost forgotten that his jeans were still in the way, but paws fumbled with the buckle of his belt, giving that clasp just enough time to be yanked out of place.

Without rising from his knees, he unbuttoned his slacks, crawling forward through the dirt and bringing his lips to her petals once more, but this time, he heard a growl of frustration on the other end of his touch; Aly wasn’t going to settle for another appetizer.

“Did, uh…d-did I do something wrong?”

Her gaze was piercing as it looked back over her shoulder. “I can practically smell your cock from here, Redwood…and I can feel the warmth pouring from it…don’t sell yourself short by giving me your tongue a second time when you’re damn near throbbing with need for me.”

He didn’t gulp, but there was a hint of nerves in his smile as he nodded his understanding.

“Let me feel that need…trust me, you’re gonna love how it feels when I return the favor.”

From a purely mechanical standpoint, Redwood was sure that everything would be about the same: Aly’s womanhood wasn’t as high as her tailhole, but on his knees, he could still feel the absolutely delightful heat pouring away from her petals, warming over the tip of his canine length.

The tapered flesh was moving blind as he scooted closer on his knees, but his mind was struggling with the slower approach that she’d encouraged before, and the driven, instinctive suggestion to wrap his arms tight around her tummy as he pinned her in place.

He still wasn’t sure which part that cocktail of sensation had stirred awake such a powerful sense of need, but he wasn’t able to ignore it any longer, and it took a quiet yelp from Aly for Redwood to realize what he’d done: his arms were already wrapped around her hips, his paws settled against the front of her thighs to keep everything stable…and the head of his cock, drooling with precum, was already kissing against the part of her folds.

“Wh…w-why the hell did you just stop?!”

Reverting to the way that nature intended was sure to come with some speedbumps, but her voice sounded so genuinely pained that Redwood couldn’t help grinding to a halt, even when her tender, silky warmth was beckoning, quite literally, at the tip of his member.

“That sound…that was a good sound, right?”

Aly blinked, but she remembered that subtle lack of experience, on his part: she answered his question by pushing back, guiding the first few inches of his manhood into the eager, waiting passage, shuddering with greater delight by the moment.

“You tell me if…y-you think it was a good thing, dude…”

Just describing the nature of vaginal walls and their unique embrace around his length would have taken all the external focus that Redwood had left.

It was far easier to shift his weight forward, bucking at the hip like a proper, eager canine…letting Aly silently know that he was starting to get the picture.