"Actaeon and Dreamshadow"

Dreamshadow gives you a tight hug!
Actaeon hugs you back. :)
Dreamshadow says, "Busy?"
Dreamshadow says, "If you aren't, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you...:)" to you.
Actaeon isn't busy. :)
Dreamshadow ripples, caressed by a thousand winds and the swirling shadows of fallen leaves...with a whisper of river laughter, the change is done...
[Actaeon looks at Dreamshadow]
Dreamshadow has become a huge wolflike creature, as high as a man's waist at the shoulder when standing, his luminous green eyes gleam as he starts to snarl, the better to reveal the long fangs of his powerful jaws...then he can't help himself...the idea of _him_ as a ravening monster-hound makes him grin like a friendly family pet...wagging his tail, his eyes sparkling with mirth...you can hear him chuckling as he pads over...then you realize the sound is in your mind...his body beneath the silver-streaked black fur is more feline w/ long retractile claws...though his head and neck w/ their thick ruff are all wolf...beneath him, politely understated is his sheath...a few shades darker than the rest...both it and his sac seem average compared to his body...until you remember the SIZE of that body...he grins and nuzzles you...
Dreamshadow mindgrowls quietly, "This is the wolf morph I meant to show you..."
Actaeon bugles, "Nice .desc. :)"
Dreamshadow mindgrowls quietly, "thank you *blush*"
Actaeon bugles, "Cool."
Actaeon bugles, "You're welcome."
Dreamshadow gives you warm canine nuzzles all over your belly, lapping tenderly...
Actaeon wonders if you prefer a man-stag for TS, or a full stag.
Dreamshadow mindgrowls quietly, "Whichever you wish...I also have an anthro wolf nude if you prefer..."
Actaeon bugles, "Say, that might be kind of interesting: an anthro stag and an anthro wolf. :)"
Dreamshadow mindgrowls quietly, "It's my first nude and rather blunt, but...*G*"
Dreamshadow gives you a wolfish grin...we whimpers, moans softly , deep in his throat...the scent of wolfish arousal fills the air...he wags his tail
[Actaeon looks at Dreamshadow]
This tall wolf looks at you with warmth and desire in his silvergray body's graceful movements, the hunger plain in his violet eyes...he licks his muzzle as you meet his gaze, but as his dark hardened nipples show, what he wants most to devour isn't food! :) He growls deep in his chest, panting...then whines...wanting to 'play with you so much! Between his muscled thighs, his wolfdick has slid out of its sheath and glistens wet w/precome and throbbing a deep red with arousal as his orange-sized knot holds the folds of his sheath back from slipping back over his 13" by 3" diameter wolfdick...it bounces against his belly the dark sac beneath it tight, heave...he wags his tail giving you a glimpse of his tight pink tailhole...Won't you 'play' with this lonely pup?
Actaeon grins. "'Blunt' is right. :)"
Actaeon bugles, "13 inches? Gadzooks. :)"
Dreamshadow grins at you shyly...
Actaeon wonders if he can take that. :)
Actaeon will try anything once. :)
Dreamshadow chuckles...and will be glad to try...but let's play around a bit first..."I kind of need to work myself up to mounting"
Actaeon stands before you, realizing only now that in his .desc of himself, he has omitted to define any clothing for himself. Well, I suppose that's a step saved. :)
Dreamshadow Runs a handpaw gently over your human torso, teasing gently at your full nipples, his claws tweaking them gently...
Actaeon puts a hand on your side, running your fur through what have now morphed into supple fingers instead of crude cloven hooves.
Dreamshadow whimpers deep in his throat at your touch, whining and panting softly...
Actaeon wants to know what the wolf wants him to do, or to have done. "I tend to take my time in TS sessions, and people sometimes are disappointed that I don't just jump right in and have my way with them." :)
Dreamshadow says, "I do as well...I enjoy snuggling cuddling and touching...I also wonder if you'd mind oral :)"
Actaeon bugles, "Sure: in VR, I've eagerly given and received both. :)"
Dreamshadow doesn't mind anal either...but likes to do it last, so the stimulation is increased :)
Actaeon grins & nods.
Dreamshadow says, "Mind if I kiss you?"
Actaeon bugles, "Nope. :)""
Actaeon places his hands under your shoulders and draws you to him.
Dreamshadow leans forward and takes your face in his hands, stroking your cheek, nestling nearer...his muzzle parting as he leans closer, gazing into your eyes...
Actaeon closes his eyes slightly, tilting his head in anticipation.
Actaeon's jaws part as they move to meet yours.
Dreamshadow's lips press gently against yours, long supple lupine tongue lapping against the roof of your mouth, twining around your own tongue...
Actaeon presses you into him, returning the lingual massage deep across the back of your throat.
Actaeon lowers one hand, moving it down your side until he is holding you diagonally.
Dreamshadow trembles in your embrace, his torso pressed tight to yours, his arms locked about your neck as the slightly rough texture of his tongue caresses the sensitive opening of your throat, toying with your tonsils...his taste fresh and invigorating...
Actaeon slides a leg forward to draw your hips close to his own; he feels your sheath pressing into his belly, and hopes you feel the reverse.
Dreamshadow does indeed...and the feel of your rigid staghood against him makes his stomach tighten as he arches into you, stroking himself against you...and you against his taut washboard...
Actaeon's hands and arms curl tighter around your waist and back as he pulls you closer. He can feel your golden ring digging into his chest.
Actaeon's hands are behind your neck and the small of your back; he searches for pleasure points as he kneads his fingers through your fur.
Dreamshadow nuzzles softly at the nape of your neck...grooming you with tender nibbles...
Actaeon likewise runs his tongue along the long warm fur of your cheek and neck, tasting the strong, musky odor of wolfscent.
Dreamshadow gasps, his tail wagging furiously as you caress his spine...baring his neck with a tilt of the head...
Actaeon's hand moves lower, to the point of your buttocks; he can feel your tail muscles twitching as he scratches your croup with his fingertips.
Dreamshadow laps warmly at your musky hide, breathing slowly and deeply, tiny groans easing out of him...
Actaeon slides the side of his face higher along your cheek; his tongue curls around the back of your ear, flipping it around as he licks, as though it were a leaf in the wind.
Actaeon's other hand slides up behind your head, massaging the back of your neck and scritching behind your other ear, keeping them both twitching as he feels you licking him.
Dreamshadow's whines reach ultrasonic levels as you tease the delicate flesh of his ear, his own muzzle catching a fold of your hide where your neck and shoulder meet and nursing on it like a pup, bathing it with his tongue...
Actaeon closes his eyes, feeling your warm tongue on his skin, and smiles as a trail of your saliva drools down his chest and onto his stomach, where it slowly wends its way further down....
Dreamshadow's claws slowly trace patterns through the short, dense coat of your back, his head spinning with the desire your rich musk arouses in him...his shaft twitches...a spray of his juices spattering out and getting spread on us both by friction...
Actaeon smells the fluids you have produced, and flehmens appreciatively. He cannot help but look down. He sees two shafts emerging, both pinned between a pair of stomachs, and both starting to leak.
Dreamshadow quivers as your touch and scent raise him higher and higher on the waves of raw sensation...your tender kissing of his ear sending warm jolts of bliss through his body...his gentle cries muffled by the portion of your hide in his muzzle...his sharp teeth nipping you gently...
Actaeon presses his stomach deeper into yours as he continues to play with your ears. His hot breath emerges in short pants as he, too, feels the excitement in the air. With each exhalation, a gust of warm stag wind blows across your face and cheek. Between you and him, two sources of moisture cry out for release.
Dreamshadow's paw slips downward in a slow glide, pausing at the crest of your hip...
Actaeon massages the tongue-juice into your neck, and finds it already moist from your sweat. Moving his tongue lower, he laps at your sweaty skin, adding to the scent with his own.
Dreamshadow's paw encircles your burgeoning staghood, cupping the leaking column softly...gentle fingertips exploring around the base, spiraling upward...
Actaeon moans and his legs twitch for a moment before he regains himself and bends his neck down to cradle your back against his throat.
Actaeon's shaft stiffens in your grasp, and though its fibroelastic nature does not permit much swelling beyond the basic inch or so thick, it quickly emerges and grows to its full 16 inch length.
Dreamshadow's fingertips trace the tender underside with its pulsing vein with a deft touch, the wide rim's underside tickled just so, a fingertip wet in your exudations massaging your viscous bounty into the nerve-studded ridge...
Dreamshadow presses into the embrace of your neck for a moment before he sinks to his knees in front of you...lightly nipping and kissing his way down your belly...
Actaeon pulls you tighter to him, if only to hold himself up: his legs are buckling and he wraps one leg around and behind your own for support. With one hand still behind your neck, he moves down with the other and slides around your buttocks to meet your sac in his cupped palm.
Actaeon bugles, "Oops! You've already moved past that. :)"
Dreamshadow freezes as you cup his sac, which twitches in your rough, warm palm...
Dreamshadow isn't quite knelt yet...:)
Actaeon bugles, "Okay. :)"
Actaeon slides his head back and prepares you for another deep kiss, as he feels your testes contract in his grasp.
Actaeon kneads your scrotum between gentle fingers, stopping only momentarily to bring the wolf-laden scent to his nostrils; a sweet reminder of things to come. He returns his hand to your nethers, giving it a gentle caress as his tongue explores your throat once more.
Dreamshadow's breath is coming in ragged gasps, his tongue lolling out...but he pulls himself together to meet your kiss...
Dreamshadow grinds himself against you as you knead his soft sac, a low growl of passion rumbling in his throat as he kisses you fiercely, his tongue frenziedly teasing your own!
Actaeon's hand slides slowly up your genitals, to rest for a moment in that wondrously sensitive cleft behind (and beneath) your bulb. With gentle finger pressure up and down, he enlarges your knot and is rewarded by the first quiet jet of your milky white pre-cum. It sprays onto his chest and neck, soon to be joined, he knows, by his own.
Actaeon's other hand reaches down behind you, lifts your tail, and gingerly teases your anus with a finger moistened by your own sweaty neck.
Dreamshadow's eyes are closed...one might suspect rolled back, his knot swollen to prodigious size...his shaft violet with arousal...its preparatory juices flowing like water over his shaft and your hand...his own hand kneading from tip to base on you with tender pressure as he jerks back into your finger...
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Actaeon bugles, "Whew!"
Dreamshadow kneels between your legs, caressing you with feather light touches along your length...he whimpers in imagining what that must feel like...
Actaeon whimpers, too, but not from imagination: he ^knows^ how it feels, and is eager to return it. :)
Dreamshadow's cool wet nose brushes against your dangling sac, twitching at the smell of elk musk...the tip worrying at the fine velvet of it...
Actaeon's scrotum contracts at your touch, and his head lolls back for a moment.
Actaeon's hands move down to knead your shoulders, as well as to hold himself up: his knees feel weak.
Dreamshadow's tongue snakes out to lightly clasp your sac, roughly tickling it, his lapping spinning it, bumping it lightly off one thigh, then the other...
Actaeon looks down at you, as he watches his fully erect phallus standing up above your probing nose and jaws and licking tongue. A drop of pre-cum forms at the tip and falls to splash against your forehead.
Dreamshadow's muzzle gapes...a gust of warm breath blows over the wet scrotal flesh as he pants heavily...
Actaeon's drips become a thin, steady thread; his testes contract further, almost pulling themselves inside his belly.
Dreamshadow, very gently catches your scrotum in his muzzle, his teeth closing just behind your large orbs, nibbling delicately as he rolls them on his tongue, as the tip probes at the sweat-matted perineum behind...
Actaeon massages the pre-cum into your forehead, careful not to touch his own shaft lest he reach climax too soon.
Dreamshadow tugs, very softly, his tongue lapping inevitably deeper into the hidden crease, sampling the raw taste of your arousal...
Actaeon spreads his legs to steady himself; he leaves himself open to your caress and leans a little forward, placing more of his weight on your shoulders. His eyes droop, and his jaws open slightly.
Dreamshadow stiffens as his tongue finally probes at its goal...the musky, gamy pucker at the end of the crease...rubbing slowly at the tightly pursed sphincter, the long lupine tongue worms its way within you...
Actaeon spreads his legs further, and bends forward. His tail rises as he feels your tongue against him.
Actaeon's shaft has begun to press against the fur on the top of your head; the sticky trail of pre-semen now drizzles down onto your back.
Dreamshadow presses deeper, squirming the first few inches of lingual flesh past the narrow gate, to probe and lick with tender care at the soft, fragile inner tissues, his shaft spurting a long jet to splash your thighs at the taste and tightness...he burrows his tongue in, lapping with long, slow strokes...seeking for the seat of your pleasure...
Actaeon moans, smelling your semen on and nearly in him. His hips grind around wildly; the pre-cum flows more readily. A pool is forming above your tail.
Dreamshadow's back arches as if trying to rub your heavy pre-semen in, mark itself in your scent...
Actaeon is tempted to make love to your head, and slide his penis through your furry mane. If he were to pinch your ears together, they might form a...no, he must save himself for you...must...save himself....
Dreamshadow, being a canine, seems to have a great deal left...and though a swelling of the knot indicates an imminent second volley, you know he could cum for perhaps an hour, rest a bit and spend another filling you with seed.
Actaeon would be willing to spend that hour. :)
Actaeon cranes his neck to the side, so he can look down below you and watch your swollen penis. He sees that he is not alone in leaving a happy puddle.
Dreamshadow presses his long moist tongue against your prostate, rubbing in small circles, probing and jabbing like a flexible, rough-textured phallus within you...listening to your moans...he gives a last firm caress and withdraws...
Actaeon groans through clenched eyes and sweats at the pressure on his prostate. Never has a tongue done so much for him.
Dreamshadow pulls his muzzle back and begins to tickle the place where your sac meets your shaft with his tonguetip...
Actaeon grins.
Actaeon steadies his legs and moves an arm so he can watch both your shaft and his own. Yours is out of his reach; he wants so much to return the favor but will have to wait his turn. :)
Dreamshadow, very gently, laps around, soft moans of delight at the taste of your shaft coming from his parted lips, muffled by the busy tongue...
Actaeon pinches his eyes shut again; he thought nothing could feel hotter than he did, but your tongue proved him wrong: it's positively sultry. He moans quietly and lets his breath out in a long shudder.
Dreamshadow's tongue traces its tight spiral up the sensitive shaftflesh, gently grazing you with fangs from time to time to help you hold back...the touch of his tongue like crushed velvet...
Actaeon sweats from his eyebrows; he opens his eyes long enough to see that the tongue so diligently caressing him is receiving a reward in the pre-cum still flowing a bit down the shaft.
Dreamshadow laps up the flowing trickle as ardently as ever a cub at the breast fed...
Actaeon's hips begin to hitch a little, and his cloven hooves dig into the ground.
Dreamshadow's lips and muzzle fur are sopping in the saltsweet flood in his greed to taste it all...
Actaeon cups one of your ears in his palm, running his fingers around the edge of it and stroking the fur.
Dreamshadow finally reaches the crown...his tongue curves about the rim of your glans in a long sodden silk caress, his head pressing into your touch as his tongue undulates faster...
Actaeon gasps.
Actaeon gingerly shifts a leg; he wants to feel your sheath and knot against his body, so he places an unsteady calf against your nether regions, to give you something to thrust against, should you feel the need.
Actaeon's penis is painfully erect now, and he cries out for release, but deep inside he knows he still wants it drawn out forever, so he can never forget this night.
Dreamshadow groans, pressing up against you, his hips slowly rocking him against you in primal rhythms as his gleaming shaft marks a wide streak against the hide of your calf...
Actaeon presses his calf into your groin, in tempo with your thrusts; he feels your tongue matching the rhythm and realizes he has not been able to breathe for several seconds. He swallows and lets out his breath in another long shudder.
Dreamshadow reluctantly removes his tongue from the rim of your massive tool...gazes at it for a long moment...taking a deep breath, his eyes filled with passion and tenderness and the desire to please, he parts his lips once more...
Actaeon tenses in anticipation...
Dreamshadow's tongue caresses your wide tip, the dripping slit with the lightness of a moth's wing as his shaft pounds...driven closer to the second of many climaxes by your taste...then his muzzle engulfs the tip, inching you further back as a gentle suction engulfs you, nursing in time with your heartbeat, tongue flickering upon you...
Actaeon looks down at the wetness on his lower leg, a wetness that has spread to both his body and yours as he smells the room filled with the mingled scents of the sweat and semen of wolf and deer.
Actaeon stomach contracts and his legs buckle. Only his nearness to your chest keeps him from falling down completely. A jet of what he hopes is only pre-cum streaks out before he can stop it, and he can almost hear it strike the back of your throat. He cannot help but thrust into your mouth. He knows his shaft is long and comparatively sharp, and he does not want to injure you, but the primal urge to drive his phallus deep inside you is too powerful to resist.
Dreamshadow's muffled yips and grunts continue, his heavy breathing now through his nose, as he brings the crown of your staghood to the brink of his throat and steadily presses you into its depths...an inch at a time, his muscles engulfing you in slick, smooth heat, the walls clasping and cramping on you as he chokes but perseveres...
Dreamshadow murrs and his tail wags as he takes your thrust, soft happy whimpers escaping around is stuffed muzzle...his eyes those of a praised pet that knows he is loved...
Actaeon's leg, the one not in your nethers, rises convulsively in a steady twitch as his hips hunch and his jaws grate down on each other.
Actaeon's eyes are still half-closed; he hears his hooves clicking against the ground with each of your ministrations.
Actaeon feels a tear welling up in the corner of his eye; "It's not manly to cry," he tells himself, but at this moment, he doesn't care.
Dreamshadow gasps for air, but relentlessly presses his muzzle further down your shaft, his throat straining to accommodate you, making it all the tighter and hotter as it quivers around you, each tiny groan sending ripples of vibration through you deeply buried shaft.
Actaeon bends further over you for support; he stretches his far leg out away from you and presses the other tighter into your hips. His fingers, once kneading, are now clenching. He groans. He moans. He makes julienne fries (just kidding :).
Dreamshadow grins about your shaft and bobs his head, ramming another 3 inches or so in...having now taken a full 2/3 of your vast malehood deep into him, his inner tissues stroking you in rhythmic waves...
Actaeon's head (the one on his shoulders :) feels light and pounds like a hammer in his skull. He cannot believe he has withstood the climax this long, but he knows it is inevitable, and he waits patiently until ^you^ decide to let him have it. He is grateful he has no claws, for he is gripping your shoulders so tightly he is sure he would draw blood.
Actaeon continues to thrust in very short, brief strokes: there is no room for any more of him inside you, and he doesn't want to make you gag.
Dreamshadow grins...and somehow you feel him take you deeper! Slowly, achingly slowly the remaining inches make their way into his firmly gripping throat...
Actaeon's eyes are closed tightly to keep the sweat out of them; he lifts an arm long enough to brush it away so he can once again gaze down at you.
Dreamshadow's hips continue to thrust in firm strokes against your calf...
Actaeon feels the climax building; he doesn't know if he can hold it back this time.
Dreamshadow's violet eyes gaze devotedly into yours, his throat quivering about you as he milks you gently, his tongue teasing your base where his muzzle is flush with your groin...and softly, pulling your scrotum towards his muzzle...
Actaeon presses his calf against you; he looks down and sees your swollen glans wetting down his leg and it drives him closer and closer to the edge; he is glad you are aroused and being pleasured by your contact with him.
Actaeon's jaw quivers as his scrotum contracts in your grasping tongue.
Dreamshadow's throat squeezes with the regularity of a heart on your shaft, your tip deep within him, the touch as sweetly close as any virgin passage, male or female...his shivers increase as he feels your tensions reach their crest again...his efforts redouble as the hands at your waist for support creep about to your buttocks...two fingers easing your gate open to slip inside and thrust in a pattern matching your own...
Actaeon moans louder than ever and his head lolls back: this is it: this is too much. His antlers dig into his haunches as he prepares for one final thrust....
Actaeon feels the semen welling up inside and knows it will flood your throat in moments. His hips tense, and both his legs prepare to launch him upwards and into you, as surely as he would thrust into any cow elk whose fancy he'd taken.
Dreamshadow's fingers catch the tiny knot of your prostate and probe with gentle insistence as his throat ripples steadily, seemingly pulling you deeper, deeper...
Actaeon's testes contract one last time; he closes his eyes, swings his head back until his antler tips are firmly pressed against the small of his back....
Actaeon lunges...
Actaeon plunges deep into your throat, pressing down with his hands and swinging his legs upward....
Actaeon rises in a single effort, and lifts your knees off the ground as he ejaculates deep into your warm mouth.
Dreamshadow's body shakes against yours as he continues his attentions...every motion pleading, even as his pleasuring of you continues...'please...please...'
Actaeon feels wave after wave pass through his shaft, warming him even as it bathes your mouth in his semen.
Actaeon comes back to earth, landing safely with his sharp hooves out of harm's way, and is glad to feel you still around him.
Dreamshadow groans deeply, his throat gripping to the point of pain as he gasps and drinks, each gulp pulling your cervine semen out, drinking harder, nursing as though he's starved for you...the frantic convulsions teasing your orgasm heightened senses...
Actaeon feels you continue to pump him dry, and his legs begin to buckle for what may be the last time. His legs are weak, and his shaft is painfully, wonderfully, dreamily, drained, over a time he hopes will never end.
Actaeon's penis squirts out its last precious drops of fluid into your mouth; he cradles your cheeks in shaking hands and the tears he anticipated now appear.
Dreamshadow puts his free arm supportingly about your waist, holding you up, gently, his mouth working tenderly, lovingly, trying to coax your pleasure into a long, slow glide...
Actaeon's body trembles as you pleasure him, even as he recedes. Your warm tongue is just what is needed to soothe a sore shaft. He strokes your face and neck with his palms as he feels your jaws open and close around him.
Dreamshadow breathes shallowly, his eyes glowing with happiness, his shaft still erect, eager...despite the several unnoticed orgasms your delight and gentle claiming of him have induced...
Actaeon noticed them all, but there are only so many keys on the keyboard, and the typing of my own took all my strength. :)
Dreamshadow was too absorbed to notice them...:)
Actaeon bends down, his shaft now sated and (mostly) withdrawn, and pulls your face toward his for another kiss. He wants to taste himself in you. :)
Dreamshadow reluctantly lets go, after teasing the last drop out to savor the wonderful taste...the flavor of you soaking his muzzle as your lips meet his, he clings to you, letting you take his muzzle, exhausted for a moment...
Actaeon's hand slides down your chest, now slick with two kinds of semen, saliva, and sweat, and as he probes your mouth with his tongue, he finds nestled between your legs the object of his attention.
Actaeon cradles your back in one arm while gently stroking you with his free hand; he hasn't the strength to rise again, and asks if you would be interested in being fellated on your back.
Dreamshadow simply lies back...his thickly coated shaft as fixed as a magnet in its rigidity...through the gasps he whispers..."Please..."
Dreamshadow can't manage more than that choked, pleading whisper...
Actaeon finds the pleasure center beneath your knot and is delighted to find you still fully erect. He eases you down to the ground and spreads your hind legs. Your tail splays out behind you, offering easy access to your furry cheeks.
Actaeon strokes your chest with one hand and lowers his muzzle to your stomach. With the tip of his tongue, he licks at the opening to your glans, and is instantly rewarded with a jet of precum. He wonders how you can produce it all, but is content with the mystery. :)
Dreamshadow looks up at you...his tail gently waving as his chest heaves, and he tenses in ecstasy at the tender licking...
Actaeon lays the side of his head fully on your stomach, as he lies on the ground and uses your warm, wet torso for a pillow. With one hand, he presses from beneath your knot, as canines prefer, and with the other he slowly walks his fingers back behind you, between your cheeks, to where your tail meets your body.
Dreamshadow trembles at your touch...too weak to even arch his hips, he smiles warmly at you as you begin to nurse him...
Actaeon licks at your shaft with his tongue, inching his face forward until his nostrils are in front of your glans. From your vantage point, you see only the top of his head, and your enormous knot rising from beyond and below it. Moistening his finger with saliva, he returns it to your tail and teases your anus while he laps up more pre-cum from your throbbing shaft.
Dreamshadow gasps...a tiny whimper as your skilled touch brings his shaft to pleasant/painful heights, his body slowly yielding to you, as willingly as the warm tightness of his throat yielded to your mastery...
Dreamshadow's shaft trembles like an aspen in a gale as he fights to hold back, feeling the heat of your nearness...
Actaeon moves his face further down your body; you have now entered him and his mouth closes around the first few inches of your wolfhood. His finger has found your anus and has curled around to enter it. Actaeon milks your penis with pinched lips; his tongue flicks at the tip from within his cheeks.
Actaeon drinks jet after jet of your fluids, which, by the taste of them, have become something new: no longer pre-cum, you have begun the first stage of your climax. Still watery, with a low sperm count, it is nonetheless true semen. Actaeon's erection begins to return at the prospect of it.
Dreamshadow's weary body arches in a bow as his pre-semen gushes over your busy tongue, deep rumbling groans...
Actaeon probes your anus with his finger, searching for your prostate gland, to return the favor you paid him.
Dreamshadow's semen immediately follows...less a series of ejaculations than a continuous gush...
( The usual multiple spasms compress to strong pulses...the pressure building even as the next orgasm prepares to follow this... )
Actaeon swallows your jism greedily, milking you in earnest and sliding his face down further along your 13" shaft until your glans is at the back of his tongue. He fears taking you deeper, not from injury, but because if you are too far past his tongue, your semen will bypass his taste buds and he will not appreciate it as fully as he would like. ;)
Actaeon slides his finger deeper into you and finds the little mound he knows is the prostate gland he seeks. You respond instantly.
Dreamshadow writhes beneath you, his knot swollen to full flare, battering against you lips as his hips lurch upward, breeding your mouth as he would a tight bitch...instinct taking over completely...
Dreamshadow's body grinds down on you, soft bark, growls, throaty howls welling up from his throat as he drives himself into your mouth while seemingly trying to take your whole hand and arm to the elbow!
Actaeon gladly acts as your bitch, swallowing every drop and lathering at the mouth in his eagerness to drink you down. He presses your swollen shaft firmly against the roof of his mouth and sucks on it with great fervor. Milking you like in a cheap porn movie, he slides his mouth up and down around you again and again, while stroking your knot with his other hand. All the while, he massages your prostate from within, feeling your anus clamping down on his finger with each jet of semen.
Dreamshadow takes your head and neck in his paws...among his whimpers and growls, gentle loving whispers of your name...his hands stroking tenderly, despite the strength of his passion...for a moment you feel the unnatural strength of his grip before he forces it back to 'normal' levels...
Actaeon watches your tail thwapping the ground deliriously, and can see your scrotum retract into your groin with every spasm. He wishes he could see your face, to kiss your mouth, but is content to feel your touch, however strong, and hear your soft voice in his ear.
Dreamshadow shivers and trembles harder and harder, vision going in and out of focus, washes of color flooding his vision, he throws his head back and HOWLS!!
Actaeon continues to swallow the ejaculate you produce, a task made difficult by his sideways position and by the sheer quantity that is being issued, so some of your semen inevitably leaks onto your stomach and from there wends its way down to form pools on either side of your hips.
Actaeon moans in sympathy, sending a vibration down your shaft and deep into your loins. He is erect again himself, and presses his shaft against your thigh.
Dreamshadow strokes your muzzle gently, scritching your ears...his shaft flooding your muzzle still, yet somehow not choking you...
Actaeon's cheek fur is warm from friction, still sliding back and forth across your stomach as you thrust into him, and as he thrusts back against you. The only thing keeping us from spontaneous combustion is the fluid insulation from the pool of semen between us.
Dreamshadow says, "Act...please...in me?"
Actaeon maneuvers his hips into position behind your anus; he thrusts himself against the inside of your leg and aims to shower you with his second climax. :)
Actaeon grips your knot tighter, pulling you toward his mouth.
Dreamshadow shudders as you grip his knot, body bent into an acute arch...a continuous whine from between his clenches jaws...
Dreamshadow says, "Yes...gods...Actaeon...*pant*"
Actaeon's mouth is so full of your semen, the taste bud issue is no longer a concern. He takes you in. All the way. Your glans presses against the back of his throat; he nearly gags but his arousal keeps him from that stage. :)
Dreamshadow's slit flares open, the color the deep garnet of plum pulp...
Dreamshadow tries not to thrust, fighting his instincts...the incredible feeling...he shakes as if in a seizure...
Dreamshadow says, "Act...much further...and *muffled moan* I'll...tie..."
Actaeon's eyes are closed; he is near his own climax and wants both of us to come together; he strokes your shaft more eagerly, probes your anus more deeply. A tie is not a worry; he can open his jaws and set you free...if you want. :)
Dreamshadow, with a soft joyful growl, presses in...his knot flaring slowly to fill your muzzle, securing him, fulfilling his deepest needs...
Dreamshadow shudders at the sensation, his whole body running wild with the jolts of pleasure...trying to let you take him at your pace as he shakes, his shaft nearly vibrating with its pulsations...
Actaeon holds you inside with his lips, no longer needing his hands to bring you to climax: pressure from his tongue and lips has brought you close to the edge. With his other hand, he now inserts a second well-lubed finger into your anus and helps to press down on your prostate, bringing you to the brink of orgasm.
Dreamshadow's leg presses firmly, muscles flexing against your avid shaft, teasing...
Dreamshadow grits his teeth harder, holding on for the aching eternity of a minute, his hips jabbing as his tail lashes and flags, his testes go deep into his abdomen as his body clasps you, his hands pull you close gripping your rump...
Actaeon lets you milk his shaft with your legs while he squeezes more forcefully on your own, deepening your orgasm.
Dreamshadow says, "R...ready?"
Actaeon is ready.
Actaeon's climax builds, knowing you are on the verge. Precum leaks out again and he aims for your anus.
Dreamshadow arches up and grips your antler in his jaws nipping at the tender flesh at their bases, licking it hard and roughly as his final orgasm explodes into you...!
Actaeon swallows the sudden gush of semen as his own dam breaks loose and a thick pulse of deer cum washes over your stomach and genitals, as well as his own face.
Dreamshadow's hands grip your rump, grinding your shaft forcefully against him as his calves lock about your waist...
Actaeon's semen splashes onto and, as his fingers spread your cheeks wide, into your anus.
Dreamshadow pulls you tighter, rocking in near-mindless need, grinding our bodies harder, harder...together...nearly forcing your tip into him, though not quite, his thighs squeezing your balls...
Dreamshadow's fingers plunge into your tight deerhole...at least 4, flexing and arching, driving against your prostate...
Actaeon cannot swallow all that you produced, and the puddle around us deepens. The scent and fluid mix with his own semen spillage, and the aroma that surrounds us is divine beyond words. As you pull him deeper toward you, the fates are smiling, and his last solid burst of semen is driven past his spread fingers and directly, deeply, into the opening below your tail.
Actaeon groans as the sudden prostate massage brings forth a second "final" burst of semen; it goes wild and sprays us both from head to groin. It is wonderful.
Dreamshadow groans at the feel of your cum within him...the passion forcing the last of his semen into your throat, leaving his shaft to spasm again and again till it slows...
Actaeon licks your shaft, squeezing the last delicious drops from the glans, as he watches his own member slowly go limp and retreat, exhausted, into his sheath.
Dreamshadow nestles close to you, tenderly licking your head and muzzle...as gentle as his earlier passion was fierce..., his fur slick with sweat and semen, cradling you closer, tender postmating kisses being left on your throat...
Dreamshadow turns and, as the glans retracts, softly laps the huge shaft clean of cum and sweat, as well as the folds of your sheath, outside and in...
Dreamshadow hopes he wasn't too rough near the end?
Actaeon sighs and smiles, his fingers and toes tensing and untensing at your touch. :)
Actaeon bugles, "Nah. :)"
Actaeon snuggles up beside you, moving his mouth into yours so you can taste yourself in him.
Dreamshadow strokes your cheek..."Pretty deer...:)
Actaeon bugles, "Sexy wolf. :)"
Dreamshadow murrs and lovingly laps the sweet salty treasure from your muzzle suckling your tongue wetly...:)
Actaeon opens his mouth wide, letting you get every drop.
Dreamshadow nurses with the contented, satisfied expression of a newborn...
Dreamshadow presses his own muzzle into yours as he laps, his tongue covering you thoroughly with wolf saliva in exchange for wolf semen...
Actaeon wants to fall asleep in your arms. Any objections? :)
Dreamshadow has none...and indeed, seems to be stiffening again at the thought...:)
Actaeon smiles. "That was definitely worth staying up until 4 a.m. :)"
Dreamshadow nuzzles you tenderly..."7 a.m. for me...definitely!"
Dreamshadow grins at you and licks your cheek...
Actaeon bugles, "Well, when do you want to finish off? Thursday night is out; I have projects that will probably keep me up late. Friday night would work better."
Dreamshadow says, "Friday will work well hon...*tender kiss*"
Actaeon hugs you back. I suppose we'll just run into each other at some point, unless you want to set "a date." :)
Dreamshadow says, "What time is best for you, hon?"
Actaeon bugles, "I was about to ask you the same thing. :) After 10:00 PM PST (1 AM EST), probably."
Dreamshadow grins..."Perfect!"
Actaeon bugles, "Okay, I'll try to meet you here 10 PM PST this Friday night. It's a date? :)"
Dreamshadow nodnods and nuzzles you!
Actaeon nuzzles you back.
Actaeon bugles, "Well, I really need to get some sleep, or I'm going to be O.D.'ing on caffeine all day tomorrow. I mean, today. :)"
Dreamshadow Grins..."Go to bed, hon...:)
Actaeon smiles. "Sleep well, Dreamshadow." :)
Dreamshadow says, "Dream well, Actaeon. :)"
Actaeon grins and signs off. :)
Dreamshadow kisses you tenderly...
Actaeon kisses you back.

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