TITLE: The Mating Dance of Wolf and Virginia, Part 4 of 5

This is an original story written by myself: Luna LLena

Fandom: 10th Kingdom

Rating: Oh Boy! is it ever NC-17

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the folks or situations depicted in this
story. Wolf, Virginia, and the 10th Kingdom in general are property of
Hallmark Entertainment and NBC.

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THE MATING DANCE OF WOLF AND VIRGINIA, Part 4 of 5

...last time, everything was going so well: full moons were being
worshipped, thirsts were being slaked, and Wolf has just peeled off the
last of his clothes. But now...seems he's got one tiny little worry!
WHAT could it be?...

...Virginia knew about his tail - she seemed to accept and even enjoy
it. And he expected that she would accept his penis as well: it was
quite shapely and while not at all small neither was it so large that it
might frighten or hurt her. Of course since she was aroused herself he
expected she would accept the extremely erect state of these parts of
him too. No, his worry was none of those...it was his fur he was
concerned about! But Huff Puff he was a wolf! Now Virginia was going to
know what that truly, completely meant. Wolf had a beautiful body of
which he was justifiably proud: the slender fine-muscled body of a lithe
and powerful animal, yet in the form of a man. But where men had body
hair (which he personally found a little disgusting: he had seen men
bathing in the streams and working shirtless in the hot fields in summer
- men had coarse curly sparse odd hair on their bodies), Wolf had fur.
Dense, short, dark like the hair on his head, and silky-soft. The fur
covered his pubic area and a small stripe of it ran up to his mid
abdomen. His balls resided in a soft furry pouch. The fur from his tail
continued in a dorsal stripe up his spine, not very wide but it joined
his scalp at the nape of his neck. He shook himself (and he'd been doing
that a lot today!) so as to regain his composure somewhat and leaned
further back and away from her so that when Virginia came to herself and
opened her eyes she would see all of him. And just then, noticing he had
not returned his attentions to her body, she did so.

   A look of wonder crossed her face and she sat up on her elbows.
Almost not daring to breathe, he saw that she was taking in all of him;
the length of him - the length of his body, the length of his penis, the
length of his tail. Figuring from a wolfy perspective that a little
submission couldn't hurt (and an alpha male may display submission to
his mate during sex play), Wolf put on his best pleading cub expression,
tilted his head and let out a tiny, questioning whimper...and he threw
in a little wag of his tail just to emphasize his eagerness to please...
 
     Her expression was, for a moment, wide-eyed; astonished? pleasant
though...was there hope?...Wolf held his breath. Then his Darling
Virginia broke into the the most delightful smile! Sitting up, she
laughed a little bit: but it wasn't a laughing-at: no! Not the thing he
had feared, but rather an I-can't-believe-what-I'm-seeing-but-I like-it!
kind of a smile, and a giggle! She sat forward and began to explore his
body, carressingly, with both hands, studying through both her touch and
with her eyes his contours, his textures, the things that made him what
he was. Starting at the top of his head, she ran her fingers through his
now tousled hair, down along his dorsal stripe , then closed her hand
around his tail and tugged gently down the length of it. She cupped her
other hand around his chin - just as she'd done back when she'd first
said she loved him, then ran her hand down over his lean chest, allowing
her fingers to circle playfully around one of his nipples. Then that
enchanted hand continued down his abdomen, a finger traced the line of
fur, running further, dangerously downwards, and then, unbelievably,
that magical hand traced the sinewy length of his penis. As if that
wasn't enough, she allowed that hand to then sneak back and cup his
furry balls. Wolf seriously feared for a half second that he was going
to pass out, or worse! He closed his eyes and rolled his head back,
allowing a cross between a whine and a growl to express his pure
pleasure. Then he sat forward with a huffing gasp and took those unruly
provocative hands in his own, moving them away from his most sensitive
parts lest the sensations they were causing make him release himself
before he wished to.
 
And _then_ she said it again!!!,
 
"I love you, Wolf..."
 
Her whole countenance lit up and smiled when she said it, from the sound
of it the most sincere statement of her whole life.

As for Wolf, he was now far past human speech,
 
"rrrrrrruuuuuuuuufff..., aaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." 

>From deep within his throat and up from his diaphragm he made the sounds
that were the most heartfelt expressions his race was capable of. The
love sounds of wolfs. He prayed she understood...and she seemed to. This
Dazzling Female; His Mate, reached up with both her hands, clasped his
face in them and pulled him toward her. As she did so he reached down
with both his hands for the waistband of her little skirt, pushing it
and some thin undergarment below it down around her hips. She wiggled
and bent her knees and he slipped the weightless bits of cloth from her
body, then tugged off her boots. Wolf was too far gone now to sit back
and admire her body as she had his. Would he ever be used enough to this
wonderful woman to do so? He hoped not! Not to be used to her anyway:
never to take her for granted... He was positioned halfway down her body
already and on instinct took this opportunity to drink in the scent of
her passion so close to him. He buried his face a moment between her
creamy thighs, sniffing and lapping at the very door of her femininity.
With his tongue he found her inner lips and slipped it between them,
teasing and probing this sensitive area as he had her nipples earlier.
Then he slid his tongue up and out, circling it around her now throbbing
clitoris. His mate rewarded him for this act with a bucking of her hips,
a gasping for breath, and a rush of slippery wetness that covered his
face with proof of her readiness. And that was the signal he needed. It
was now truly time to consummate this mating...

...huff...huff...Huff...PUFFFF!   I know you're all breathless with
excitement now, but you'll just have to wait 'till tomorrow for the
Howlingly Wonderful, Wild CLIMAX to this story!

(and sorry this bit's a little shorter than the others! But I had to
make it break here to divide it the way I wanted to! Part 5, the
conclusion, is actually somewhat longer than the other parts were!  So
there's _more_ to look forward to!)

                    -Luna LLena
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