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Heat Stroke: Paws to Heal Lena Austin Two were-dogs welcome the return of their former lover back into their arms after being enemy packs for so long. Duke, Katriena, and Eduardo must pause to heal the breach and bring the were-canines and lupines together.
Heat Stroke: Paws to Heal The two Alphas circled each other warily, hackles raised and eyes gleaming golden in the moonlight. A beautiful female, her eyes demonically red, lounged casually in the hollow of an oak’s roots. This wasn’t her fight. They’d have to work their differences out on their own. Then, it would be her turn. She knew she was the prize. The large, graying wolf stepped carefully in the sand. He was new to this idea of sharing power, after managing his pack alone for over thirty years . His muscles bunched and moved fluidly, something the female appreciated. The brown Chihuahua curled his lip and kept an unflinching eye on the wolf, no matter how the big fellow paced. He would not give up, despite the size difference. There was more than his love life at stake here, as far as he was concerned. He didn’t like sharing. Katriena studied the two with an indulgent smile. Tonight was her night, and she reveled in the anticipation. Still, she had to teach the males their place. “Oh, get on with it, you two! I’m perishing for a cup of coffee while you two get off on your testosterone poisoning.” Both males leapt into the air, whirled, and came down side by side. They studied her, now in naked human form, an enticement despite being past her prime by a few years. Her breasts were still lush and full, her flat belly showing no sign of any litters past, though all knew there’d been some. Katriena prided herself on keeping in shape. Her black hair, ice blue eyes and white skin celebrated her true form - that of an exotic Siberian Husky. The Chihuahua shifted first, revealing a short, naked man with brown skin, thick black hair, and large brown eyes. He crossed his burly arms over his chest. “Sorry, baby. I’m still not used to sharing.” “Nor I.” The big gray wolf had shifted to a tall, naked man with a lean body and a mane of black and gray hair. Katriena rose gracefully from her improvised throne and sauntered over to take a firm bicep of each male. She hid her shiver of delight at the quivering male flesh and gave both of them a mild shake. “This isn’t about us, you morons. Let’s fuck and seal the breach between our packs.” A jerk of her head indicated the luxuriously large campsite awaiting them. Eduardo, the short man, reached out and pulled her to them both. He was the first to bury his face in her right shoulder and nibble. “I’ll try.”
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Not to be outdone, Duke wrapped one arm around Eduardo for balance and pulled Katriena closer to him as well. Deep pain welled up in his voice. “So long. It’s been so long.” Katriena soothed Duke’s emotions as best she could by stroking his silky hair. “I know. Ever since Deborah’s death, you’ve led your pack alone. I’m sorry.” Eduardo, his eyes full of sympathy for his old friend, was the first to make the tentative move that would heal them all. He turned to nibble gently on Duke’s pectoral muscle, just under the nipple. The move had always pleased Duke when they’d played together in college, just the three of them. Duke moaned softly. “You remember.” Katriena joined her husband’s ministrations on the other nipple of Duke’s chest. Her heart ached for poor Duke, widowed and alone for over twenty years and too prideful to admit to his pack he was the lover of “mere” were-dogs. “We never forgot, silly wolf.” “You forgot us, mi lobo.” Eduardo tugged his friend and wife toward the tent and the soft padding inside made for amorous adventures. Duke allowed them to lead him to the tent, his steps alternately eager and hesitant. “I missed you both so much. I’m so sorry my pride made a fool of me.” Katriena took the opportunity to turn everyone around, with her in the middle to guide her two Alphas safely. She smiled to herself. Wasn’t that her job in a nutshell as Alpha Bitch? To guide the Alpha -- or in this case, Alphas -- toward their goals? Her nipples crinkled and her sex moistened. Tonight’s goal was the healing of the breach between the Englemann Pack of were-dogs and the Thornburn Pack of were-wolves. As if on cue, howls and barks of joyous play sounded from the valley below. Tonight, every member of both packs sought the partners of their choice for a night of amorous healing. Wolf and dog would join for the greater good of both packs. Duke swallowed once and stepped through the tent’s doorway. He didn’t smell of fear, but of lust mixed with an indefinable conflict. Those same emotions also whitened his eyes. No, there wasn’t terror, but perhaps the restraint of long habit in maintaining appearances. Eduardo, ever the practical one even when his passions were engaged, loosened his hold on Duke and knelt to check on the contents of their toy basket. He grinningly held up a bottle of chocolateflavored lube. “For you, my friend. I remembered you liked this one best.” Katriena shook her head, chagrined. Her darling mate of over thirty years was so thoughtful, yet so blunt. He could not understand how Duke had played the role of the perfect pure wolf for so long. Poor Duke. Returning to the free-wheeling ways of a were-dog would be doubly hard for him. She tugged gently on Duke’s arm until he willingly went down with her on the well-cushioned floor.
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Duke caressed her hair and even became emboldened enough to give Eduardo a nuzzle. “Did I ever thank you two for keeping quiet about me? You could have destroyed me with a few choice words in the right ears.” Eduardo and Katriena had kept their silence about the truth of his birth, and had been proud of his status of respected pack leader. Eduardo grinned and nipped Duke’s shoulder playfully. “We’d seen no reason to destroy such a good leader, even when the occasional conflict arose. You tempted me once or twice with your excellent strategies.” “Ow! Rotten little twerp.” Duke laughed heartily and pinned Eduardo to the pillows in a swift move. “I could say the same choice nasty words about that Dover Lake strategy you pulled.” He bent to nibble on Eduardo’s barrel chest. Katriena could have become jealous, but instead she took their play in good humor. A naked bitch kneeling on the cushions awaited the attention of two lusty were-dogs. “Hey! What about me?” They looked at each other, and Katriena easily envisioned a form of telepathy passing between them. Perhaps it was some language only males spoke. Nonetheless, Katriena was on her back with each man beside her in two wags of a tail. Each was quick to find a tit to his liking, and she happily grabbed two handfuls of silky, if graying, hair to sift between her fingers. “Whoever says a bitch can’t have everything doesn’t know how to shop!” Eduardo nipped her left breast for that comment, but Katriena doubted he was annoyed in the slightest. Duke let go of the nipple he’d been working on. His eyes glittered golden for a moment. “Hey, Alpha Bitch. Want a moustache ride? It’ll only cost you the rest of your life wrangling two Alphas instead of one.” Katriena pretended to consider the offer, but all three of them knew she wouldn’t be in the tent if she’d not already considered the consequences of a night of lusty ménage with the lovers of her youth. “A bargain at any price! I’ll take that deal.” Eduardo released her breast and swatted her ass while Katriena rose to her knees. “You already did. Mount up, my little snow demon.” Duke rolled over onto his back and pointed to his lips. His voice was full of humor. “Yeah, what he said.” The giggle of a young girl bubbled out of her and Katriena startled at the sound. Perhaps she’d had too many years of being the elegant and sophisticated Alpha Bitch. Definitely she needed a romp and a treat. “I want a sausage treat.” Hurriedly, Katriena clambered up to sit on Duke’s face and bent forward to get a mouthful of his cock.
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Eduardo, not to be outdone, entered into the spirit of their silliness. His eyes twinkled merrily while his thumb popped the top of the flavored lube he’d brandished at Duke earlier. “What a marvelous idea you have, my dear wife. But I say we pull a reverse Red Riding Hood and eat the wolf.” “Fine. You do that. I’m eating the pussy.” Duke’s muffled voice came from between her legs. He attacked her clit hungrily, his nose buried in her rapidly moistening hole. Katriena yelped in surprise at his tactics, and her eyes hazed over. Perhaps she sucked a bit harder at the delicious new “sausage treat” in her mouth. Her darling Eduardo had been her mate for all those years, and so was more practiced at knowing just the right spots, but the simple strangeness of Duke’s tongue on her clit was exciting all on its own. Eduardo knelt between Duke’s obligingly bent knees and coated everything liberally with the chocolate flavoring. He carefully set the bottle aside and joined her in eating the “wolf” who was no wolf at all. That had been their amusing secret for thirty years, that Duke -- a were-dog who happened to look like a wolf -- fooled and ran a pack of purist were-wolves and made them as rich as the Englemann Pack. They’d cheered their former lover on, and understood his ambition and his love for the beautiful were wolf Deborah had caused him to separate himself from them. Duke moaned, and thrust upward deeply into her throat at the first touch of Eduardo’s tongue on his balls. Poor darling, he’d probably indulged himself with the were-wolf bitches only when nearly mad with need. Therefore, they’d be wise to manage his orgasm before the night and the moon was wasted. Katriena caught Eduardo’s bright brown eyes looking up at her. No words were necessary after thirty years. He released Duke’s balls with love and left her to clean up the sticky chocolate goo on her own. Silently, he crawled around until he knelt behind her. Katriena tended to her work, slowing down her head movements and easing on the suction so Duke would have a break to calm down a bit. Duke’s mouth on her clit increased in pressure, and she knew Eduardo had placed a pillow beneath Duke’s head so she could raise her proverbial tail to be fucked. Katriena shivered in anticipation and eagerly lifted her ass an inch or so, placing her pussy in a prime position to be fucked and eaten simultaneously. Duke adjusted his ministrations to accommodate the pillow and her change in angle. He knew this trick as well as they, because it had been a favorite when they’d fucked themselves silly in the moonlit woods near their college campus. Oh, those heady days were back! Eduardo positioned his cock at her wet opening and rubbed, both as a warning to prepare herself as well as an erotic move she loved. His finger tickled her ass. Katriena sucked in a lungful of air, preparing to be thoroughly claimed by both these Alphas she dearly loved. Her mouth on Duke’s delicious cock slid downwards, and she buried her nose in his balls,
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opening herself fully to her mate of over thirty years. A soft “Woo” of anticipation fell from her lips, for her Husky nature would win out at times like these. The thick cock Katriena loved and which had given her some great litters shoved in, filling her completely. Eduardo knew she loved getting pounded hard and mercilessly, and he would not disappoint her on this special night. “I’ll start slow tonight, only so Duke can remember how to please you. Old lobos forget, you know.” Duke’s chuckle sent a wave of vibration through her clit, and then he released her to retort, “Forget! Hell.” He reached up and found one of her nipples to tweak. “Fuck her well, you mini-tornado. Hurry up. I want my share of our ice princess.” Ice Princess. That had been her nickname in college, when she was an unapproachable, picky bitch who wanted only the best. Then she’d found not one but two lovers to keep her satiated every full moon. They’d called her “Fire and Ice” then. Katriena was ice no more to them, but a bundle of quivering bitch begging for release. Speaking of begging, she was prepared to do so again for them. She moaned and “woo-wooed” softly. “Make me come again, the way you did in the old days. Please!” Eduardo obliged, and fucked her so hard Katriena thought she’d fall forward and lose Duke’s deliciously chocolate cock. He mercilessly held on to her hips and gave her all he had, which was -despite his usual were-dog Chihuahua form -- considerable. Duke tweaked and pinched her nipple, the small pains nothing compared to the pleasure the scraping of his tongue on her clit brought. He hadn’t forgotten how to bring a bitch to her knees and beg, thank the Moon Goddess. His hums reverberated through Katriena’s body until she peaked and released his cock from her mouth. Peak was truthfully an inadequate word. Standing at the edge of a snow-covered mountain slope, poised at that second before she skied down the treacherous path came close. That one second of stillness before the explosion and a race with gravity. Then, her orgasm burst forth and she howled loud enough to announce the joining to the two packs below. Eduardo kept to his duty, fucking her senseless and rubbing her anus to double her pleasure beyond that which Duke gave. But even he had a breaking point, and too quickly he arrived at that moment when he, too, howled in his high-pitched tones and generously gave her another piece of his soul. Duke didn’t hesitate beyond Katriena’s first wave of orgasms. He released her clit and slid out from under her quivering body. Swiftly, he moved to await his turn at her body. When Eduardo was spent and could pull out, he fell over to the side and rolled beneath Katriena to take one of her full breasts into his mouth. It was the one Duke had left untouched and would be neglected no more.
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Katriena pealed out her continued orgasms in wave after wave and howl upon howl, reporting in the most primal fashion that the Alpha Bitch was satisfied and well-fucked. Duke took her pussy with speed and ensured she’d be pleasantly sore and fulfilled from him as well. Again, the difference between his cock and Eduardo’s made the experience beyond merely pleasant and exalted to sublime. He fucked her ruthlessly and even wet his finger at her moistness before plunging it into her ass to send her over the edge all over again. Eduardo, not to be outdone, knew she had one secret spot left untapped. He nipped at the sensitive area just under her breast where the sun never shone. That tender bite was one he alone had discovered about his mate. Duke roared his own pleasure in a howl that was unique to his hybrid nature of Labrador and German Shepherd. No description would be adequate to recount the nature of his barking howl, but that very singularity made his satisfaction clear to the members of his pack who knew it well. Their Alpha had found his new mate. Barks and howls answered the trio’s joyous sounds, signifying all were in accord and pleased to hear the joining was successful. The breach between were-wolf and were-dog would now be bridged and healed in the bodies of the three on the mountaintop. As the moon waned, the world would hear a new sound of friendship and peace among the night creatures.
Lena Austin Someone cursed Lena Austin with “may you have a life so full you’ll have many tales to tell your grandchildren.” Lena’s a “fallen” society wench with a checkered past. She’s been a licensed minister, hairdresser, Realtor, radio DJ, exotic dancer, telephone service tech, live-steel medievalist swordswoman, BDSM Mistress, and investment property manager. Not necessarily in that order. She never finished that degree in marine archaeology, but did learn to scuba -- she’s got a lifetime of “Research material!” Hey, why waste these stories on kids who won’t listen anyway? Writing them down is a nice way to spend her retirement. What? You expected an ex-BDSM Mistress to take up crocheting or something? See
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