Hooked
by Winter

Luna stretched and yawned as she stepped out of her cabin and began the trek towards the pond. Ever since she had left the dusty, noisy town and moved out to the peace and quiet of the forest, she had made it her daily ritual to take a moonlit bath whenever the weather would allow. Alone underneath the moon whose name she shared, she always got a feeling of belonging that she had lacked while living in the town. Back there, she had felt lost in the crowd; faceless and soulless, surrounded by strangers she never cared to know. Here, deep in the forest and far from any other people, she had found a freedom she treasured beyond anything else. The freedom to live as she pleased; to hunt when she was hungry and to sleep when she was tired. Even to walk around naked if she cared to. At first, she had felt lonely sometimes, and journeyed into town a couple of times every month, or even more often, but as she grew accustomed to being alone those trips became less and less frequent. Now she was thirty-five, and had lived more than half her life in the forest, on her own. She had friends out here, though, maybe even better friends than any she could have had in town. There were birds everywhere, some of which had become so tame they often sat on her shoulders as she went by her business, and a couple of shy deer who sometimes peered out of the clearing's edge towards her cabin, to see if her garden was unwatched. Badgers, foxes and raccoons, mice, otters and snakes, they were all her friends, and she never tired of watching them. Therefore, she always hunted far from the cabin. It was hypocritical, she knew that; to spare some animals but not others, but she soon found that she didn't care too much about that. She was a wolf, a predator, and now that she had moved back to nature she was a hunter again. Simple as that. The step from a modern townswoman to a half-savage, primeval wolf hadn't been a far one. Yet she retained parts of civilisation; the bits she liked. The cabin had both electricity, running water and drains. Whoever had built it had known what they wanted, and Luna felt as if they had also known what she would want, hundreds of years later. The cabin was her pride, and to find it among the things she inherited from her grandfather had been what finally convinced her to make the decision to abandon town-life.

Still thinking about her past life, she strolled along the moonlit path towards the pond, dressed in only her grey fur and carrying nothing but bar of soap. She never cared to bring a towel; the brisk walk back home would air-dry her well before she reached the cabin. Only, this night something was different. It took her a good while to discover why the fur on the back of her neck was prickled; there was a strange scent on the path. Thinking back, she realised that she must have smelled it the first time just after crossing the path that led back towards the farmlands. It made sense; anyone coming out there must have come from the agricultural lowlands, rather than from her deep, wild forest. Maybe someone was out hunting, or just taking a walk. But the scent was with her all the way to the pond, and as she got close to her favourite bathing place, she began to get careful. She didn't know if the person was still there, or who it was. Not that she couldn't defend herself if need be, but she didn't want to risk getting attacked. After all, she was unarmed, and she was naked. What if whoever was there would try to rape her? Because someone was at the pond. Luna could hear sounds coming from up ahead. She sneaked off of the path and made her way through some dense bushes, hardly making a noise, until she was close enough to hear better. At last she could make out what the sound was, and at once she knew that there was no danger. What she heard was the sound of someone weeping.

She slowly crept towards the pond until it finally came into view. In the pale light of the full moon, she could clearly see a small, white figure crouching down by the waterfront. It was a feline boy, and he was obviously crying. Soft whimpers mixed with gasping sobs, as if he were in deep pain, both physically and mentally. She watched him for a little while, until her compassion finally won over her natural caution. Abandoning silence, Luna deliberately stepped on a twig as she entered the clearing around the pond. Immediately, the boy jumped to his feet, as she had expected, but then he fell back down, yelling with pain. Luna hurried to his side, only to find that the soft, white fur on the left side of the his head was matted with blood. She managed to catch his gaze, but he shied back with fright, then yelped again as something hurt him. The poor boy was trembling, and to try and soothe him, Luna gently stroked his long white hair out of his face.

"Ssschh, try to relax, I'm going to help you." The boy didn't answer, but he stopped shivering after taking a deep breath. "What's happened to you? Can you tell me where you're hurt?"

"M-my face..." The voice was little more than a whisper. "T-the hook... The fish b-broke free and I lost m-my balance"

"I\x91ll get it out for you. Stay still."

Luna could see the tiny piece of metal now, where it pierced the boy's skin at his left temple. He's lucky it missed his eye, she thought. She eased his hair and fur aside, then wiped away as much of the blood as possible. It wasn't easy to see in the moonlight, but it seemed that the barbed hook was quite stuck. She wouldn't be able to help him without tools.

"I can't get it out. Do you live far from here?" The only response was a sob as fresh tears started rolling down the boy's cheeks. "All right, then I'll take you to my cabin. Think you can walk?"

He nodded meekly, then his eyes widened as Luna stood up and he got a good look at her naked body. Her ears flattened, and she blushed underneath her light grey face fur. To hide her embarrassment, she acted as if nothing was wrong as she examined the boy's fishing rod. She leaned in close to his face and bit off the line with her sharp teeth, then offered him a hand as he staggered to his feet. His eyes were still glued to her body as they started walking back down the path.

"I was on my way up here for a midnight swim," she explained, making a sweeping gesture at herself. "I wasn't really expecting company."

"Oh, I see." He winced, then whimpered again. "It hurts to talk."

"Can't you at least tell me your name? I'm Luna, I live just a little bit further down the road."

"I'm Marcus. I'm from... Oww, it really hurts!"

"Then don't talk, my friend. Just walk with me and I'll help you."

"Okay..."

It took them a little longer than Luna had expected to reach her cabin, because Marcus seemed tired, almost exhausted, and he was in constant pain from the fishing hook stuck in his head. Every now and then, she glanced at him. Most of the times, she caught him looking at her; not really staring, but watching closely her lean, grey-furred body. Part of her felt flattered, while she still got terribly embarrassed. But at other times, the boy was looking straight ahead, staring off into space as if he didn't even know she was there. The sad look that crept across his muzzle then almost brought tears to Luna's eyes. There was more to this boy's pain than just the fishing hook, she realised, and this thought stirred strange feelings inside of her. She found herself wanting to comfort him, to hug him tightly, to take away his pain and make everything that was wrong in his world all right again. Maternal instinct? The words had barely even formed in her mind before another whimper from Marcus set off a surge of compassion, and she had to fight back the urge to wrap her arms around him. Partly because she knew the hook would cause him pain if she touched him, but also because she didn't want to scare him off. To her amazement, she found that she wanted to get to know him. After all these years as a lone wolf she had thought she was happy being on her own, but now she suddenly found that she really wanted his company. At least for a couple of hours, while she tended to his wounds. Another whimper shook her out of her reverie, and she reached over to touch Marcus's hand. The boy shivered slightly, but managed a shy smile.

"Don't worry," she whispered, as if too loud a noise might scare him, "we're almost home, then I will help you."

During the remainder of the walk Luna didn't speak, but she kept on stealing glances at Marcus. He wasn't what would normally be considered handsome; he was almost a head shorter than her, and he was a bit pudgy. Not really fat, but with a clearly rounded stomach. His face, though, was strikingly cute, even with half of it covered in blood. Shy blue eyes would occasionally meet her gaze, then wander away while he blushed so fiercely the heat of his cheeks could be seen through his white fur. The only pieces of clothing he wore were a pair of tight shorts, covered with a leather loincloth, and as a shift in the breeze fluttered the loincloth aside, Luna could see that his shorts were bulging. She looked away, blushing intensely as she realised that the boy had an erection. No wonder, she thought, with me walking around in the nude. The feeling that surged through her now was not one of maternal instinct. She realised that she lusted for this young feline, and no matter how hard she tried to suppress those feelings, they kept re-surfacing, ever stronger. It's wrong! she told herself. He's just a boy! But every time her eyes passed across his body, the longing to hug him returned; only this time she didn't so much want to comfort him as she wanted to make love to him. By the time they finally reached the cabin, she was getting seriously aroused, but she hoped that the smell of his own blood would keep Marcus from picking up the scent of her excitement. But judging by the way his loincloth stood out from his body, that was a vain hope. This would lead to embarrassment, Luna thought.

The interior of the cabin was quite simple. One room, with her bed in one corner and a small stove in the other. A couple of chairs, a sofa and a coffee table, and a refrigerator right next to the stove. The only wall decorations were paintings she had made of the surrounding forest and her animal friends living in it. Marcus looked around at first, but when Luna turned on the light, his gaze snapped back to her naked body so quickly she was afraid he'd break his neck. She giggled nervously at his attention, then trotted over to her wardrobe.

"I'll just put something on. Sit down, and I'll be right over."

She picked out a thin pink gown, yet even as she tied it around her waist, she wondered why she hadn't chosen something that would cover her better. As she looked down, she realised that she could see her breasts through the thin fabric. And so could Marcus. Was she so desperate for his attraction? Was she really that lonely? As she walked back across the room and watched his eyes follow her every move, she realised that she really did fancy him. The gown was just her way to try and keep his interest up. As well as other things. She just barely managed to choke back another giggle. He's scared and he's hurt, and young enough to be your son, she scolded herself as she picked out some tools, then returned to the table where Marcus had sat down. It was time to lay flirting aside. Marcus cried out as Luna touched the skin right next to where the hook sat, its barb stuck just underneath his skin. Luckily, it hadn't pierced very deep, and Luna knew exactly what she had to do.

"I need to cut this," she said in a low voice, wincing as Marcus's eyes widened with fear. She felt so sorry for him. "It will hurt a bit, but the hook isn't sunk in very deep."

"Wh-where are you going?"

"I will boil some water, to sterilise the knife. We don't want you to get an infection, do we?"

"No, ma'am."

"Please, Marcus, call me Luna." She filled the teapot with water, then turned on the stove. While the water was heating, she took out two mugs. "Might as well make us some tea, while I'm at it. You look like you need something warm."

"Yes, I do. Thanks, Luna."

"You're very welcome, dear. But tell me, what were you doing fishing at such a late hour?"

"Well, my brother..." He winced with pain. "My brother once told me... the fish bite better under a full moon."

"I'm sorry, Marcus, don't talk if it hurts. There'll be time for small talk later. I won't let you leave." As soon as she had said it, she realised that it sounded like she was keeping him for good. She blushed. "I... I mean you're very welcome to stay the night."

"Okay. Thanks." He smiled weakly, but his large blue eyes had an intense look in them that made Luna feel like she was drowning in them. She found herself unable to look away. "You're so kind."

By that time, the teapot let hear its whistle signalling that the water was boiling. Luna took the opportunity to break their eye contact before she was lost for good. As she made them mugs of tea, she felt her heart flutter. What's happening? she thought. What's he doing to me? What are we doing to each other? I'm not ready for this! I hardly even know him! And he's just a child! She gripped the mugs, welcoming the almost painful heat against her palms as it helped her keep from shivering. Marcus looked equally confused as he started sipping his tea, while Luna returned to the stove to use the rest of the boiling water to heat up the knife. Once she was certain the knife was sterile, she refilled the pot and put it back on the stove. By the time she returned to the table, the boy was crying quietly.

"Don't be scared," Luna whispered, stroking his shoulder. "I promise I'll be as gentle as possible. I really don't want to hurt you."

"I know. Just do it."

Without further hesitation, Luna picked up a pair of tongs and grabbed ahold of the fishing hook. Marcus whimpered with pain, but held still as she used the sharp blade to cut his skin. Fresh blood ran down the side of the boy's head, making it difficult for Luna to see what she was doing, but she could feel that the hook was almost out. One last cut, and the barb slipped loose.

"There!"

Marcus was sobbing loudly by then, and Luna didn't even try to resist as the last walls of resistance inside her heart melted away, and she took him into her arms. She stroked his back and shoulders as he cried against her, releasing both pain and tension from inside of him. There was more to it than just the hook incident, that much Luna felt certain of, but she didn't pry. She just kept holding him, marvelling at how right it felt to wrap her arms around his body. It was as if Marcus had been born to fit into her embrace, and she wasn't sure she ever wanted to break it. Eventually, though, his tears abated, and he leaned back. This time, his smile wasn't a shy one, but warm and filled with gratitude. And maybe something more, but Luna couldn't be sure if she weren't just projecting her own feelings onto him.

"Thank you, Luna," he said, his voice low. "For helping me and... for everything. For holding me."

"Anytime, my dear. Come on, we need to get you cleaned up." He whined and tried to resist as she pulled on his arm. "Don't be such a baby!"

He bit his lip and followed as she led him back to the stove. The water in the teapot was just about to boil, so Luna poured it into a bowl and added cold water until it held just about body temperature. Then she took a washcloth and started cleaning Marcus's face. At first, he winced as she washed around the wound, but soon he closed his eyes and purred contentedly. Since he seemed to enjoy it, Luna took greater care than she might have needed, making sure every drop of red came out of the soft white fur. Touching the boy's face felt good, and even better was the feeling of having someone to care for. Once he was properly clean, though, she reluctantly put the cloth down, and instead opened her medicine cabinet and brought out a wad of cotton and a bottle of medical alcohol. Marcus stiffened as she drenched the cotton and brought it towards his head, but he said nothing. Only when she first touched his wound did he cry out. She patted his back while she finished tending to him. He had stopped bleeding, and she felt certain the cut wouldn't need stitches. To be on the safe side, though, and to keep him from touching the clean wound, she taped the edges together. When she was done, she stepped back and eyed him carefully, smiling broadly.

"There. Much better." He reached up and touched the tape that was pinning part of his fur down, then grinned sheepishly. "All right, so you look a little silly! At least we got you patched up. And there won't be much of a scar."

"If anyone asks, I'll tell them it's a war wound." He laughed. "Thank you, Luna."

"You're welcome." To her surprise, he hugged her, but it didn't take her long to return it. "Marcus, are you hungry? I've got some left-over meat and veggies. It'd be no bother to heat it up for you."

"Thanks, Luna, but that's not necessary," he said, but betrayed his polite lie by involuntarily licking his lips. Luna saw this and smiled as he blushed. "I... I mean... It's too late, and..."

"And, nothing. Sit down while I get you something to eat. Anybody can see you're hungry. Is that why you were trying to catch fish tonight?"

"Yeah..." He fell silent for a little while as Luna rummaged through her fridge. When she turned around again he was crying. "But I'm not very good at it, am I?"

"Maybe not." Forgetting the food, Luna walked over to the chair where Marcus sat. She knelt down in front of him and wiped off his tears. "Marcus, what's wrong? Come on, you can tell me."

"You'll laugh at me..."

"No, I promise I won't. Honestly!"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"All right." He managed a brief smile, but then his eyes were filled with such pain and sorrow it made Luna wince. Again, she resisted the urge to hug him to her chest, instead waiting for him to continue. "My father... Well, my family... They threw me out."

"They did?" Luna's eyes widened with shock. "Oh no..."

"Yes. I'm not... not very good at anything." He sobbed. "My mother said... well, they didn't want to go on keeping me with... with food and clothes anymore. Since I didn't give anything back."

"Oh, you poor thing." This time, Luna gave in to the urge, and threw herself around his neck. Marcus returned the hug and kept on crying on her shoulder. "You poor, poor boy."

"My brother gave me his fishing rod when the others weren't looking. And some food. He's the only one I really miss. Father... father told me I could come back once I'd learned to fend for myself, if that ever happened."

"When..." Luna broke the hug and leaned back. To her mild surprise, she was crying, too. "When did this happen?"

"Three weeks ago. Once I was out of food, I tried to hunt, and I tried to fish, but..." He shrugged, and a shiver ran through his body. "Like I said, I'm not good at anything. I've been eating wild berries and roots ever since."

"That's so cold! How could they?"

"Well, it's a big family, and we... I mean they live on poor lands."

"That's no excuse!" Luna's lips drew back in a silent snarl, but her anger made the boy shy away, so she fought it back. "Well, you don't have to worry about being hungry tonight."

"It's strange, you know," Marcus said, smiling wryly. "No matter how little I eat, I still stay fat."

"Don't call yourself fat." Luna placed her hand next to his and stroked his soft tummy. He squirmed, making her giggle. "Are you ticklish?"

"A little..."

"I'm serious, Marcus, you do look good. Honestly."

"Honestly?"

"Honestly!"

"Thanks." A new tear ran down his muzzle, and Luna wiped it off with her fingers. "That really means a lot to me. Even if you're just being nice."

"I hope I'm being nice." They both laughed. "I don't want to be a terrible host."

"You're not, Luna."

"Marcus, you don't get many compliments, do you?" He shook his head sadly. "Well, I just want you to know one thing. I meant every word. I think you're beautiful."

"So are you, Luna." Their eyes met, and Luna felt her throat turn dry. There was no mistaking his honesty, nor the longing that stabbed at her. This was not just her feelings projected. They were returned. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Thank you," Luna whispered, laying her ears back. "That's so good to hear."

She wasn't completely taken by surprise when Marcus leaned forward and kissed her. Their lips only met for a second, but the brief touch sent a shudder through her body. As she slowly released the breath she didn't even know she'd been holding, she realised that Marcus was shivering as well. She reached up with her hand and stroked his cheek, enticing a brilliant smile. Their next kiss was a longer one, and this time Luna parted her lips and gently pried with her tongue until Marcus let her in. They kissed passionately for several minutes before they finally broke apart. The silence that followed, when neither of them seemed to dare to meet the other's gaze, was an awkward one. In the end, it was Marcus's soft voice that broke it.

"I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"You did nothing wrong, sweet one." She touched his face again, and her hand came away wet with tears. "Don't cry, it's okay. You did nothing wrong. I wanted it, too."

"B-but..." He sobbed, a sound so heart-wrenching it almost tore Luna apart. "I can't... I mean, you couldn't... I mean... You can't love me!"

"But I do!" Even as she said it, she realised this was the truth. Maybe not the kind of love the stories tell, but still a deep, warm feeling that she wanted him in her life, in her heart. Yet... "I know I'm too old for you..."

"No!" The sheer force of his outburst startled her, and she snapped back. His scowl was an angry one, but the fury on his face was contradicted by the soft gentleness in his eyes. "No, you're not. You're beautiful, and you're so kind. So very kind..."

"Please stay with me, Marcus. At least for a little while?"

"Okay." He grinned, then shrugged. "It's not as if I'm in a hurry somewhere."

"I guess not." They both laughed, breaking the tension. Luna got to her feet and pulled Marcus with her, taking him into a fierce hug. "Don't you ever doubt that I care for you. A lot."

"But..."

"No but! If you really think you can love someone who's twice your age..."

"What about you, then?" He pushed her back and tilted his head, his muzzle splitting into a silly grin. "You keep saying you're so old, aren't I too young for you?"

"Obviously not." She ran a hand across his chest. "If I thought you were, then I wouldn't worry so much about my own age, would I? Marcus, I know what I feel."

"Heh. Well, I'm sure you knew how I felt, right from the start. I saw you glance at my crotch when we were walking to the cabin." He smiled at her sudden blush. "It's no wonder I was hard, when a naked, lovely angel stepped down from the heavens to help me."

"Oh, stop it! I told you, I was just going to take a bath!"

"Yeah, I know, but to me you were an angel. And a naked one, too." He blushed. "Naked, and so beautiful."

"Marcus?" She moved in so close to him that their noses almost touched. "Would you mind if I kissed you again?"

"No..." He closed his eyes. "No, I wouldn't mind that."

Ever so slowly, Luna brought her lips to his, while her arms went around his back to pull him closer to her. She felt his lips part and their tongues began another dance. Since they were standing up this time, their bodies were pressed tightly together, and she could feel his erection poke at her thighs. There was no question what he wanted, and she knew that she wanted it, too. The very last of her reluctance burned away when Marcus's hand slid down her back to rub at the base of her tail. He's old enough to know what he wants, she decided, and I'm young enough to give it to him. By now, the air inside the cabin was almost stale with arousal, both the heavy scent of the male and the more subtle, sweeter aroma of the female. Luna felt herself turn hot, and her nipples stiffened as they pressed against Marcus's chest. Her sex was throbbing, its juices beginning to run down her legs. She was ready for him, and now that she knew he wanted her, it was hard to resist pouncing him right then and there. But she wanted to do this the right way. She'd had a couple of really good relationships in her life, but also a few bad ones, and she wanted this to be the best of them all. So as she broke the kiss, she pulled him with her towards the bed, while she untied her gown and let it fly open. This time, Marcus's eyes didn't widen in shock as they had when he'd first seen her naked, but instead it was his warm smile that seemed to spread to his entire face. Those deep, blue eyes lit up in a way that made Luna feel faint. Oh, how she wanted him!

"Let me make love to you, please," she whispered, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing his fingertips. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Yes." Luna could feel his hand touch the outside of her thigh, then travel slowly up past her hip, over her side until he finally cupped her breast. She moaned as his palm brushed against her nipple, and this seemed to make him hesitate. "I've never done this before."

"It's all right, my sweet one. Just do what feels right."

"What if it's no good?"

"Then we try again." She laughed as he let out a shy giggle. "And if it's good, we try to make it better."

"It feels so unreal," he whispered as she sat him down on the bed, then pushed him to lie on his back. "Like it's all a dream, I mean, we've only just met and..."

"I know," she said, her voice a low purring growl as she hushed him. "But it's a good dream, sweet one. Let's keep dreaming it."

Luna lay down next to Marcus on her large, soft bed, and she let her hands roam his body at will. He closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure. She kissed his neck while she played with his nipples and rubbed his belly, then slowly kissed her way up to his ear, which she nipped gently. Marcus cried out, shivering with delight at this, but she pushed him back when he tried to reciprocate.

"Just lie still. Let me take care of you."

"Okay. If you promise it'll be my turn later."

"Of course." She reached down and untied his loincloth, then started pulling off his shorts. He let out a soft whine of anticipation. "Let's get rid of this first."

Marcus lifted his hips off of the bed long enough for her to remove this last piece of clothing, then sank back with a happy sigh. She stroked the inside of his thigh while her eyes feasted on the sight of his erect member. Like the rest of him, it wasn't very tall, but nicely thick. It throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and a thin dribble of clear liquid ran down its length. Luna licked her lips while her hand reached his fairly large sac and gently started kneading the soft balls within. The smell of his arousal was so strong now it was getting to her head, and she knew she had to do something about it. She rubbed her muzzle against his penis, taking deep breaths of his scent. All the while, he moaned and purred, his eyes still closed. He didn't open them until she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, tasting his juices. A strong, salty and slightly bitter flavour filled her mouth, and she immediately proceeded to lick him clean. Then she took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his shaft while she let her tongue play with his tip, probing its slit for more of this delicious fluid. Marcus gasped, then bit his lip as Luna began to suck him, moving her head up and down with increasing pace. She could feel his balls move within their sac, and she gave them a gentle tug. This was all it took.

"Oh!" he cried out, gripping the sheets. "Oh! I'm gonna...!"

He tried to pull away, but she gripped his tail with her free hand and held him still. His penis throbbed inside her mouth, once, twice, then a jet of hot, thick semen spurted out, coating her tongue. Its taste was a rich one; salty, a little sweet and quite bitter, and Luna greedily drank every drop. Once he had stopped coming, every muscle in Marcus's body went limp, and his member quickly went flaccid. Luna thought he had fallen asleep, and was about to get out of bed when he took her hand.

"Don't forget it's my turn now." They kissed deeply, and when they broke apart, he was blushing. "I never tasted it before. It's quite good."

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"Lie down, please, Luna." She complied, sighing deeply as he touched her breasts; just a fleeting brush with the back of his hand, but enough to make her nipples stiffen. "Please tell me if I'm doing it wrong."

"I will, promise."

Instead of closing her eyes, like Marcus had done, she grabbed a pillow and propped up her head, watching as he cupped her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently as he reached down to lick at the nipples. Luna tensed up at the touch, and a yip of delight escaped her lips. Spurred on by this, Marcus took one of her nipples into his mouth and suckled it hard, almost as if he were a hungry baby. Luna felt a warm wave of pleasure run through her, and she knew her climax wasn't far away. As if he'd sensed this, Marcus let go of one breast, freeing a hand to slowly caress its way down towards her sex. To her frustration, he passed it by and instead he started rubbing up and down her thighs. She growled impatiently, but this brought nothing more than a pinch of his claws against the tender flesh between her thigh and her outer labia. He was in charge now, no doubt about that, so she closed her mouth and tried to endure the torture of his soft caresses. Eventually, though, his probing fingers found their way to her slit, and she sighed contentedly as they parted her outer lips.

"Oooh, yeah!"

First one, then another finger entered her, while Marcus was still sucking and kissing her breasts, shifting from one to the other every now and then. He soon found a nice rhythm, making love to her with his two middle fingers while the other two stroked her from the outside. His thumb seemed to be searching, and Luna had to force herself to remember that he was very inexperienced. If she let her impatience show, she might hurt him. It took him a couple of seconds to locate her clitoris, and when he did the touch was too hard. She hissed with pain, and the touch softened immediately. Their eyes met, and he grinned sheepishly, his eyes asking for forgiveness which hers gladly provided. Now that he rubbed her much more gently, she soon started to feel that oncoming warmth again. She pushed back at his fingers, while she moaned and yipped, occasionally even crying out her pleasure. Then, just as she was closing in on the point of no return, it was as if he vanished from her. At the same time his suckling lips left her nipple, his fingers slipped out of her, leaving a sense of emptiness that she didn't like at all. She opened her eyes, not even remembering when she had closed them. He was half sitting up, smiling wryly at her flushed cheeks and the frustrated face she made. She wanted to hug him, to pull him back down so he could go on making such sweet love to her, but she knew he was calling the shots now, and she was curious to see what he would do next. She didn't have to wait long. Grabbing her foot, he pulled it up to his muzzle and kissed her toes briefly before pulling it over his head. Then he lay down on top of her, and began sucking her breasts again. But he didn't stay there long this time. Instead, he started kissing and licking his way downwards, and this time Luna consciously closed her eyes. If he was about to do what she hoped he would, she knew she would enjoy this. She had only been licked a couple of times before, and it had always been a great experience. When Marcus reached her dark grey pubic fur, she was already moaning with sheer expectation. He kissed her clitoris softly, sending an almost violent shudder through her, which fled her lips as a low purr.

"Oh Marcus," she whispered. "Please..."

The only response was a giggle. His tongue probed her slit, reaching as far into her as possible before his lips closed around her sex. He licked and kissed and sucked, and at the same time the tip of his nose touched her clitoris, rubbing it every time he thrust his tongue into her. And he purred. A deep feline half-growl that vibrated against her, heightening her pleasure until it was almost too much to bear. She kept up a steady stream of low moans and high-pitched yips, while she could feel her juices flowing more than ever before. Every now and then, Marcus's throat would contract, making his nose push against her clitoris and also telling her that he had just swallowed some of her fluids. That thought gave her almost as much pleasure as his ministrations. After far too short a while, she could once more feel her orgasm drawing near, and once again Marcus was one step ahead of her. He pulled his tongue out of her, leaving that empty feeling again that she was slowly coming to hate. This time, though, he didn't tease her for long. Instead, he started licking her clitoris gently, while he slipped a couple of fingers back inside her. She thrust up with her hips, trying to force him to lick harder, but he just pushed her back down firmly, once more showing her who was in charge at the moment. He only took a couple more soft licks though, then granted her unspoken wish. He pressed his tongue against her and rubbed it back and forth, while he used a finger to pull the hood covering her clitoris back and forth. Each time this made his tongue touch it directly, Luna would gasp with pleasure, and she knew she had reached the point of no return. To her delight, Marcus didn't pull away this time, but allowed her to reach the best climax of her life. She cried out as she came, and she grabbed his head, rubbing herself against his muzzle. Wave after wave of bliss surged through her, building and breaking and crashing against her insides until she thought she would faint. But she didn't, and after a little while, the orgasm began to subside. By then, she became aware of something else. Marcus was kissing her face now, licking her lips until she parted them and allowed him to kiss her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, on his tongue, and her aroused scent was all over his face, almost overloading her sensitive wolf nose. Yet there was something more to it all, and it took her a little while to figure out what. Marcus was pressing his rigid penis against her sex, not really begging for permission to enter her, but still making his desires known. It was so sweet of him, so considerate she almost got tears in her eyes. At that time, she knew she wouldn't allow him to leave. She felt so safe there in his arms, and trusted him so completely. If she rejected him right then and there, she knew that he would accept it and back off. But she had not even the slightest notion to reject him. Instead, she kissed him deeper while she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing his butt with her feet until the tip of his penis slid into her.

"Do it," she whispered into his ear. "Make love to me, sweet one."

Marcus complied without saying a word. He pushed all the way inside, stretching her wider than he had been able to with his fingers or tongue. His penis felt so warm inside her, so stiff and thick. A perfect fit, if there ever was one. As he began to thrust, she raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders, pushing down with her hips so his coarse pubic fur, as white as the rest of him, came to tickle her clitoris every time he pushed in. He sped up, making love to her now with a need, an urgency she hadn't seen in him before. His hands ran up and down her legs, occasionally wandering down to her chest, to touch her breasts and gently pinch her erect nipples. At the same time, Luna caressed Marcus's chest with one hand, mimicking his nipple-pinches or just running her fingers through his fur. Her other hand went down to touch his penis every time he pulled out, and to cup and caress his sac. Feeling bold, she even reached in behind it, running her fingers over his anus. This touch seemed to do the trick, because he moaned loudly, and started thrusting even faster. Luna was also getting close, but she wanted them both to come at the same time, so she returned to touching his penis, rubbing her clitoris at the same time. With a low growl, Marcus came inside her, shooting his scorchingly hot seed into her. Just as she felt the first jet leave his tip, Luna cried out with the first throes of her own orgasm. Marcus filled her up good, and she could feel some of his semen run out of her. Totally spent as her climax passed, she let her legs drop to lie on each side of Marcus, feeling as if she would never be able to move them again. Marcus must have been equally tired, because he eased himself down until he lay panting on top of her. Their eyes met, and they were both smiling warmly. To her dismay, he pulled out of her, leaving her empty once more, and instead of kissing her like she had hoped he would, he went down on her again. She blushed as she realised that he was cleaning her up, getting rid of both her juices and the overflowing semen in the easiest possible way. She decided to return the favour, and moved around so she got underneath him, with his still semi-erect, flesh-coloured penis in front of her face. A drop of semen hung from the tip, and she licked it off before she took him in, licking him clean. Soon they were shivering with pleasure, both of them taking their clean-up duty a little too seriously, or rather, having a bit too much fun doing it. Once there was nothing left to lick up, though, they turned around and settled down in each other's arms. Luna held Marcus close, letting his head rest on her out-stretched arm while they kissed, not as passionately as before, but this time more tenderly; a kiss maybe not as pleasant, but making up for that with warmth and love. Love. She allowed herself to taste the word, finding its flavour sweet. She really did love Marcus, even though she hadn't known him for more than a few hours. And judging by the way he kissed her back, her feelings were shared. Soon, they were forced apart as they began yawning, and Luna pulled a blanket over them. She had a feeling they'd sleep in late next morning, but didn't care in the least. She could still feel Marcus's semen inside her, adding to the pleasant afterglow of her orgasms. Only when she closed her eyes to sleep did she realise that the light was still on. With a groan, she pulled back the blanket, but Marcus stopped her. Grinning, he picked up his loincloth and rolled the piece of leather into a tight ball. With perfect aim, he tossed it at the light switch, and a comfortable darkness filled the cabin.

"And this from a boy who said he's no good at anything?" She kissed his cheek. "Just remember this, honey, you are good enough for me. Never think anything else."

"I'm not a boy, you know," he said, kissing her ear in return. "I'm eighteen."

"Really?" Luna sat up, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "But... but I thought..."

"I guess I'm kind of small for my age." He grinned sheepishly, then patted his stomach. "In some places, at least."

"Oh, stop that!" She grabbed his hand and replaced it with her own. "I like it. I'm sorry, Marcus, but I thought you were, well, fourteen or fifteen."

"It's okay. I know I look like a kid." He grinned. "So how old did you say you are? Twenty? Twenty-five, maybe?"

"Oh, you do have a sweet tongue, don't you?" She leaned down and whispered into his ear, giggling as he shook his head in disbelief. "Yes, it's true. I'm still old enough to be your mother."

"I don't care. I still love you." Realising what he had said, he blushed. "I... I mean..."

"Don't worry." She found his hand in the darkness and squeezed it. "I love you, too, sweet one."

"Thank you, Luna. Does that mean you won't kick me out in the morning?"

"I'll hold you back if you try to leave!"

"Great." She heard his jaw pop as he yawned widely. "Good night, Luna."

"It's almost morning, but all right." She giggled. "Good night, Marcus. Sweet dreams."

The next day, when Luna woke up, she felt happier than she had in years, maybe ever. During the night, she'd had a dream about herself and Marcus, years from now, sitting in the sun outside the cabin, arms around each other, watching their children play in the grass. In the dream, Marcus had looked quite different from the way he did now, both taller and more muscular, but she knew beyond any doubt that she would love him no matter what he looked like. She reached out and scratched his pudgy tummy, smiling at the way she so thoroughly enjoyed touching its rounded softness. He looked so cute, so innocent as he slept there, that she had half a heart to leave him asleep. Right then, his stomach growled, and she couldn't hold back a giggle. They had forgotten all about the food she had promised him. A hearty breakfast, she thought, then I really do need that swim in the pond. She intensified her scratching into caresses, and shook his shoulder gently until he reluctantly opened his eyes. For a moment, he didn't seem to know where he was, but as reality caught up with his drowsiness, the brightest smile Luna had ever seen spread across his muzzle.

"Hi," he whispered, kissing her nose.

"Hi there, yourself."