Silverwood was not named for its trees but for the clean, white moss that covered its floor and every stone like bright, spongy snow. The druidic elves knew how the moss was kept clean and maybe even cultivated by a symbiotic relationship with tiny, opal beetles that lived inside it. On a night like this night, when the moon shone full and the moss reflected the lunar silver, the whole of the wood was bathed in light. So it was that two wolves cast almost no shadows as they sat together in a clearing, calmly watching the stars turn in the sky.
A long stillness sat between the two for some time, finally laid to rest when the charcoal gray wolf said, "You will do well in the trials, I think," to the pale, white wolf by his side.
The white wolf, to its credit, only jumped a little at the sudden words before settling himself and replying, "I hope so, Master. To be a full druid at last will be an honor."
The silence returned again and they sat, each thinking similar thoughts.
This would be the last night they would run together as master and student and maybe the last time ever. Silently, they both watch the sky wheel slowly toward the end of their time until the sadness of it finally overcame the white wolf who took a few steps forward as he shifted so he would not be embarrassed by his loss of control over both his wildshape and of his emotions. He sat now as a young, almost adult, elf in a robe of red and white. He gripped the pale crop of hair on his head and silently cried from grey eyes.
His master sat behind him, still in wolf form, struggling with himself on how to comfort the poor boy. Finally, he too stepped forward and sat beside him, facing him. The dark wolf leaned forward, hesitated, then tenderly licked the tears from young elf's face. After a jolt, the elf sighed and leaned his head to the comforting affection.
Being wolf only in form, the dark animal didn't pant as his tongue stroked the younger elf's cheeks nor did it keep the steady, insistent pace of an animal seeking only to satisfy hunger. Instead, each lap of the tongue slid over the others smooth skin with a gentle comfort that left a smoldering heat in the elf's face. The blush in his cheeks flushed to his ears and he pulled away slightly as embarrassment took him again. He glanced into the eyes of the dark wolf and quickly stared away as he saw the understanding in those eyes. His secret was revealed and now he awaited the further shame of his master's rejection.
No rejection came. The dark wolf only starred for a moment as his mind processed the new revelation then he leaned forward again and continued licking the others face.
There was something electric in the contact now and it took the elf a few strokes before his mind grasped that there would be no cold distance, no pretended ignorance and no loss of the friendship.
A thrill trickled down the elf's spine like hackles rising off of his back. Still looking away, he angled his head away from the wolf and the wolf, understanding the move, began to lick along the jaw and neck of the boy. The tongues damp heat shot flaming sparks into the elf's chest making it hard to breath right. When the wolf began licking his ears the heat in him exploded through him and a pleasured "Ahhh!" hummed from his throat. He quickly folded his hands in his lap, trying to maintain some control over himself. In his lap, though, his hands found that the lupine attention had given rise to a new development. He clasped his hands around his stiffened member through the robe out of habitual embarrassment as he looked down to see if his excitement was obviously visible.
The wolf took the moment to start licking the now exposed back of the neck sending new pulses of heat down the elf's spine. He shuddered, causing the robe to slip from one shoulder and the wolf moved to lap there.
His tongue lightly slapped the smooth skin of the elf as he deliberately attended each shift in the boys clothing. As the young elf gripped his erection through his robe, his master used his wolf snout to push the robe further back and greeted each new exposure with his tongue.
When the robe had been lowered below the shoulder blades, he finally stopped his lapping. Instead, he pressed his head against the younglings chest and pushed him backward. The youth was caught surprised by this maneuver and he flopped onto his back, his robe open to his belly button and then open again immediately below that. His fully erect penis wobbled there as both master and pupil looked at it and then at each other. The elven face was flushed, excited and a little terrified as he sought his master's reaction but the wolf face gave little expression. Instead, the wolf leaned down and began to lick the others chest.
The tongues moist weight now padded along the smooth skin of the elf who gasped as his nipples were bathed in a light sheen of wolf saliva. The gasp was rewarded with further attention to the sensitive bumps on the otherwise smooth chest. The elf was large lost to sensation, now. He lay his head on its side and let the older wolf do what it willed with his body. His eyes came to focus on the body of the wolf whose jaws were carefully pulling apart the robes sash, finally, fully exposing him to the wolf. There, among the fur of the wolfs belly and legs, the slick, red shaft of his masters lupine penis waved having slid from its sheath. Half in a daze from the tantalizing shivers of the wolf tongue on his belly and sides, the young elf reached and just touched the wobbling, red shaft with his finger tips. The wolf growled its approval of the unexpected development and shifted its position to be closer into the reach of the elf.
The wolf, having shifted to stand by the prone elf finally began his final approach to the swollen member of the young elf. His tongue slapped and slid over the small, blond patch of fur over the twitching cock and along the inner joints of both thighs. By instinct, the elf opened his legs and the wolf put one paw behind one of the raised knees to hold them open. His tongue lapped at the others scrotum and thighs, each stroke covering the soft sack and drawing down to edge between his cheeks. Each stroke enclosing more of the boy's shaft and lingering a little longer along the rim of his bottom hole.
The heat filling the elf demanded some way to express gratitude for the pleasure he was receiving and he found that expression with the now accessible length of the wolfs member. His hand petted the smooth skin forward and back and pushed the sheath further back until his master's thick knot was finally in view. He fondled the fur covered balls where they dangled behind the knot.
The elf's gasps and sighs were the only sound that could be heard in the silver wood as the wolf greedily lapped between his legs. His surprisingly dexterous tongue wrapped around the elven shaft each time he focused on the cock and balls of the youngling. When he focused on the twitching anus, his tongue swirled and slid in a way that sent shivers up through the young body that escaped his lips in quivering moans.
