Krystal and Shiro 3

Shiro wrote a story round it! Here we go:

The next story is an excerpt from the scrolls known as the "Book of lovers" in Cerinia, containing many stories and techniques based on experience by lovers all around the planet.

"The female vixen priestess proved me she was decided to consume our relationship. She sat next to a tree covered in plants and flowers and offered me her body like a tribute to the god of life. Her tail was twitching, as I was too all across my body.

Her beautiful breasts floated as she rubbed her back against the tree to gain comfort, her belly was sleek and thick enough, a good signal for bearing our children, and my nose couldn't stop shuddering from that sweet scent of spices mixed with sugar coming from her most intimate part.

My cheeks had blushed the same as hers: I knew I was the one she chose to grant her the chance to bring a new life like our ancestors did ages ago, as she never could take her eyes off me.

My mind had suddenly changed into the weirdest ways. I could hear my heartbeat getting louder and faster as that sweet spicy scent made me approach her completely naked, and ready to fulfill her deepest wishes.

I licked her maw and nose while my hands checked her beautiful white furred breasts, and it was true, not only was she willing to be the mother of my children, those perky nipples, round shape and pickable size made them suitable to even feed the neighbor's spawn.

It was like if the goddess of love herself guided us like spirits to do such thing. She caressed my member with her silky hands, and so I didn't hesitate to follow her command. My hips merged within hers, showing no rejection nor pain in the process. The only words we exchanged each other were her sweet moans, repeating in a mantra fashion, and mu deep breathing gasps as I let my heart guide my body into the unstoppable act of mating.

We couldn't take our eyes from each other. Her eyes looked like emerald shards blinking with the sunlight at a river in summer, I could feel her small fingers grasping to each hair of my fur and her claws giving a soft massage to my flesh. She didn't have to say anything, with her hips cramping around my sides and her feet pressing as hard as she could, I knew she wanted more and deeper.

Her body was a temple for our passion. She felt calm, warm and moist on the inside. The path had become a bit harder as I found the entrance protecting her most valuable treasure. I kept ramming deep, guided only by the beats of both our hearts and the moans of my love.

The heat and tension had already been built up. I was ready, ready to fulfill my purpose, ready to fulfill hers and most importantly, give a nice, happy ending to our carnal bond of pleasure and urges. I plunged my last thrust deep, as if I was stabbing my most valuable prey. I could feel my seed shooting through to the outside and deep inside her. I could feel the warmth of her womb right here, relaxed and ready to commit. We kept looking at each other as my huge size started to become softer and warmer. We didn't want such feeling to end, yet it had to. It was nature after all.

As my body had relaxed, I could finally set my hips free from the passionate grip of her. I could see a nice line of ooze was we separated and how my love rubbed her belly with the happiest of smiles I had ever seen on her. I knew that smile, the same when she divined and read the flows of nature at the temple. I think it was the flow of my seed running for the egg. That same egg had been forced from her imprisonment thanks to my determination as a male. And that couldn't make me any more proud.

Of course, we had many other tries for such thing to become a reality, before and after that. We had tried the many places nature had offered us. But I knew that instant, that beautiful summer day, as the sun had set and she had escaped from her usual priestess duty, our son had been conceived that day.

After that day, she told me dreams on how happy she was for choosing me as a male, in the most meanest yet wild ways. How my seed tainted her insides and began to prepare her body to become from the warrior guardian priestess she was to a simple but strong mother. She was happy to find a male as strong as her, and she never stop telling me that during the days she knew something changed and had become pregnant.

The next months became intense. Not only I watched her without almost no sleep, but how other males looked at her with the radical changes on her beauty: Her hips and belly had become swollen, her breasts stored up milk, making her big size to become more huge than anything, and yet, she was the same beautiful priestess who chose me and I greeted like a goddess.

Our passion didn't stop there too. I had to nurture her and the baby, by any means possible. Not just food... but love. Every night, her lust woke her up and made her play with my body. Of course, I would woke up and, like the female servants who helped her, turn every wish of her into my command. After all, I couldn't change her for anything, not even her beautiful blue hair.

As moons came by and her belly couldn't take the pressure, the day had come. I took her to our secret place and waited for the miracle to happen. Her groans of pain didn't deter me to ensure she was okay. By order of the temple, she had to give birth outside in case the gender of the child tainted the reputation from Krazoa himself. I was fine with that, as I completely assumed as a hunter and future father my recent priorities.

When she gave her last grunt, the land almost shattered, and then, I could see it. A baby boy. A wolf, just like his father. Strong and healthy, as his cries to the new life he was given tingled in my ears as a blessing. The tears of my priestess love stopped for a second as if they went to my eyes, then returned to her eyes. We knew that was bliss by itself, without any doubt.

I greet the gods for being a good hunter and father. Krystal is still at the temple, but she always comes home to sleep and feed our boy Zuri when she can. Every night, before we sleep, I greet her with that same hug of the same day our son was born, and that gives me enough to stay alive and keep going, no matter the cost."

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