That Time I Brought A Boy Home

She could feel the shifting weight upon the bed but wasn't able to give Haiku the attention that he deserved. Not with tears in her eyes. That was... until his massive paw brushed her thigh. Bowen released a soft whimper and turned her head, those water filled, glittering orbs catching the nights light from the window. The words of the chocolate and snow brute made Bowen's throat clench tightly with emotion and a little whine squeaked through. He wanted to help her so badly, but she had been trying to save him from just being an outlet for her. She didn't want to ruin what they had. But when he reminded her of his promise... to never let her go...

Bowen launched herself at Haiku, pushing him back on the bed with the force of her leap. The girl settled herself against his white speckled chest, one graceful paw rising to cup a dark furred cheek. "Do whatever you want to me. Whatever feels natural. Just touch me, Hero. Never stop touching me." Her voice was breathy and full of need right before her lips slid across his once more. This time, she didn't stop there. Bowen pressed her delicate tongue inside of Haiku's mouth, pulling him into the kiss and tasting the flavor of her oldest friend. His hesitancy and lack of experience didn't bother her. Everyone had to start somewhere. Honestly, a part of her liked that he'd never been with another woman. He was fresh to all of this and she knew that she would be able to teach him how to please if he wished to learn.

The feel of Haiku's big, soft body beneath hers felt lovely. Larger wolves were always the best lovers. They filled a need within her. Was it the need for protection? The need to feel small and delicate? She wasn't sure, but she knew that having sex with a dire wolf was significantly different for her than having sex with someone close to her size. Being pressed against Haiku, she already felt better. The need for release was still knocking, but his presence and care was putting her at ease.

"Bowen"