This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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The dragon stalked the forest, hunkering down close and low to the face of the cliff. It was a dangerous position for even a drake like him, his silvery-white hide appearing to glow in the luxury of the night, simply sensual and ghostly in the most lustful of ways. Of course, that was just the impression that Silver was going for, the mane of black hair rising down his head and the back of his neck ruffled and over-sensitive at the roots where the nerve-endings were tentatively close to the surface of his scales.
She was watching. Oh, of course, she was watching. And it was all a show, a show of his strength and power, one hunter to another, although one, this time, was trying to impress the other. IT was a little game they played between dragon and werewolf, although it was, thankfully, a game that both of them were in on, Loriel with her seductive notes of brown cutting through her grey fur, changing with the seasons, and him with his silver scales. He did not have the luxury of shedding them through the seasons but there were many more ways that he could demonstrate to her just why he was the mate and the only mate that she both needed and deserved.
Alas, it was not a tryst that could last, although they did what they could. She was a creature of the night, changing from her normal form to that of a werewolf and she had made it quite clear too that she never, not even once, wanted him to see her true body, who she really was. Ah, his Loriel was a mysterious creature in head and in heart but she was who she was and if she didn’t want him to see her true self, that was something that he would have to respect.
That did not mean that they could not hunt and run together though, racing through the forest at a pace that only true predators could match up to. They could be together and love one another in the special way that was there for them and them alone, fur and scales coming together in carnal lust.
Silver growled, flat to the ground, an elk before him. It was a bull, easily denoted by the full rack of antlers, towering four feet above its head, the thick and meaty creature easily reaching nine feet in height. If he’d not been trying to show off for his lover, Silver would have quailed. It was one hell of a beast and he was going to the first of them to take it down.
Slowly, slowly. It was the way of their vacation of sorts, taking a jaunt to Canada and the wilds, for there were no elk naturally roaming where they had first met. One would have been hard-pressed both to say that they were lovers and that they were not lovers at the same time, acting as such and then not seeing the true depth of each other. But perhaps that intimacy was something that would come in time, Loriel’s secret revealed for her lover, at least, to see if not the world.
The elk lifted his head, at the edge of a pool of water, water streaming from his lips and a bundle of weed, chewing thoughtfully. His ears flicked and twitching, catching a change in sounds on the otherwise still night air. But Silver was quiet and stealthy, every muscle in his body primed as he paused, tensing... And then launched into the night!
It was not over in a split second but it was not a fight either that Silver would have said went easily either, snarling and snapping, blood seeping between his jaws. The elk fought like a bastard, heaving and grunting, throwing his weight around, fear shining in the roll of his eyes. He didn’t want to die! But it was such the natural order of things that he was to come to the end of his days, Silver fighting to get his teeth around the creature’s throat, tail thwapping the ground as he was tossed around.
And then his werewolf was there, his glorious Loriel leaping through the air, all teeth and fur and deadly claws. She slammed the beast aside and he was down on his side, cloven hooves kicking -- but it was all over for him and it was her that dealt the killing blow, knocking him unconscious, a twine of an antler snapped off and legs, finally, falling still in the softening quiet of the afterlife.
For several long moments, there was no sound aside from their breathing, heaving and gasping, Silver shaking himself off as he traded a grin with his furtive lover. And never before had she looked as beautiful as she did at that very moment, wiping off her muzzle, although the heady aroma of blood stirred up his senses, luring him on as if he could once again take her right then and there.
“Loriel...” His eyes gleamed. “And here I was thinking that you had no wish to join me on this hunt. You took your time!”
The werewolf smiled and straightened, jaws parted in a feral grin that could have sent babes clamouring back to their mothers.
“Oh, dearie... Now, you would have been gored in the dirt if not for me!”
Silver scoffed and rocked back on his heels, arms folded across his chest, the grey plate-scales there running down his front, his torso and then...lower. Neither of them, of course, wore anything for the hunt, revelling in the naturalness of it all, but that meant that the rise of her breasts too drew his eye, his lust up in more ways than one.
“Are you looking again?”
Loriel smirked, tongue lashing the side of her muzzle, and he could not deny it, breathing heavily but for all the right reasons now.
“Why would I not look? You’re a feast for the eyes...as you are.”
