DAX FELT HIS ACHINGcock start to leak when she relaxed, lying back, letting him guide her legs open. He kept his hands on her hips and thighs, rubbing and soothing as he studied the new paradise before him.
Silky pink insides peeped through a shimmering coating of gossamer hair, a blend of her rusty red and white. One hand dared to rest on the top and work its way down, only on the outside—and then two. Opening.
Skyla moaned as he touched her. Examined the place he was now responsible for pleasuring. “Such a pretty mate,” he whispered, licking his lips.
Unlike his few human encounters, which had been rushed, Dax could take time to admire her, to see how beautiful she was. He could see the layers of her slit, the prominent berry-sized clitoris at the top of oval folds, and he kissed each one gently as Skyla bucked and whimpered.
Her entrance seemed much longer and deeper than his human lovers, and Dax wondered how he would satisfy her with his average-length, human cock. “Canids are bigger than humans in the phallic department, huh?”
“I don’t care. They’re not you.Youturn me on. You’re the one I think about when I touch myself,” Skyla promised, and her hands began to demonstrate, sweeping her clit in lazy little circles.
Dax almost came on the spot. “Keep doing that, sweetie. Let me help.”
While Skyla rubbed her clit, he ran two fingers down her slit and found them covered in a sweet-smelling tide of slickness, almost gel-like. Thick and easy to coat himself in. Dax swirled two fingers against her—and then slowly pushed in, listening to her enraptured sound as her belly hollowed out and her hips pushed forward.
“Please. Please be in me. That’s what feels best,” Skyla begged, panting. Her knees drew up and her tail flipped restlessly against his bare shoulder, urging him on.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know how deep—” Dax let his fingers lead, and found that they didn’t stop where he expected, sinking in easily to the knuckle. “I’m not going to be big enough, baby.”
“You are, I promise, just... push.”
“My whole hand would—”
“Canids have knots. Knots the size of your fist, maybe a little bigger, because Canids are just bigger than humans,” she explained in a pleading rush. “Please. If your hand is in me, it’s going to feel like a knot, and I want to feel you knotted to me. I want to be so full of you I can’t move,” Skyla begged.
“But— So quick?”
“Heats aren’t like other times. Next time can be slower, I just need you inside of me, now!”
“I got it, I have an idea!” Dax groaned as he swept his fingers inside of her, listening for the spots that made her moan and her tail lash, finding several on her upper wall, little dips that jerked her hips forward as if she was still the predator that wanted to swallow him whole.
“What idea?”
“Trust me.”
SKYLA FOUND HERSELFpractically vibrating with excitement when Dax showed her his idea. “This is the way Canids usually position themselves during heats,” she whispered as she rocked on her knees and palms, legs spread, dripping center on display.
“Humans have a word for it, too. Doggy style.”
Skyla rolled her eyes, but giggled. Dax was goofy with her, one of the few people in her life who made her shed her military, medical, and mechanical armor. Now, she laughed breathlessly and arched back into him as she felt his smooth skin press into the fur of her back, her tail wrapping around his torso as he kissed her shoulders.
“Is it weird to you?” she whispered, eyes closed, praying he’d say no.
“That you love me? Absolutely. There is no way in the world you should be interested in someone like me. I just thank all the stars in the universe that you are,” he whispered, one hand sliding the long mane that tapered down her neck to one side, nuzzling her there. “I know I don’t deserve you. I’m so scared that this is a dream. And I’ll wake up without you in my arms...”
“I dream about you all the time. I’m always so torn when I wake up. Happy, because I can go see you. My friend. Sad, because I’ve lost my dream lover.”
“I’m here now. I’ll always be here. In your heart. Inside of you...”
Skyla’s eyes widened when she felt the pressure against her slit deepen, a pressure point of closed fingers pushing inside of her, narrow like one of the legendary Cupid’s arrows, piercing her insides. And then with a change that took her breath away and left her howling like one of her primordial ancestors, the pressure expanded, widened, curling into a fist as her slick walls spasmed around Dax’s hand.
There was a long shiver up her spine, body confused, a knot before a long, thick cock—admittedly, she’d only had three lovers in her twenty-eight years, but the memory of how it felt lingered.
And this... This was rapidly becoming better.
The heel of Dax’s hand pressed down against her upper wall, and his fingers swam and wriggled inside of her, andwhen she thought she was going to spray him and drench him in her juices, mark him with her scent—she felt the shallower, narrower thrusting of his cock in her entrance.
“I know it’s probably not how a Canid would do it,” Dax began, breath coming in puffs against the back of her neck, “but we improvise. We adapt.”
