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The darkness was warm and comforting, and I awoke slowly. The blankets and furs were heavy, and all I could do was attempt to stretch out beneath the covers. My eyelids refused to stay open for long, but each blink inevitably brought longer moments of wakefulness. 

 With a deep sigh, I stared at the blurry ceiling, everything below my eyes hidden under the sheets. The cabin wasn't cold, by any means, but it was just too comfortable in the expansive bed to even pull my whole face out into the air. The dark was giving way to a diffuse gray light, the early morning sun likely hidden behind clouds, themselves hidden behind heavy, black curtains. I could barely make out the wood paneling of the room around me, but a sleepy sigh drew my gaze to something I could see.

 Nestled against my side was my beautiful wife. I was careful to not poke my eye out on the two pale white horns that stuck out from beneath the furs. I slowly, quietly, lift the sheets a smidgen. Messy midnight hair covered most of Shellie's face, though I knew every contour, every pore, in intimate detail. She wasn't quite sucking on it, but the heart-shaped tip of her tail was resting on my chest, a few centimeters from her mouth. 

 I smiled, letting my right hand rest between her thighs, my left reaching over to gently pet her hair. Shellie was and forever would be the love of my life. I'd never wanted to settle down with anyone, never thought anyone would want to settle down with me. Shellie, though? 

 My sweet lover made my heart soar, my body sing, my whole world brighter.

 It was sappy, but I'd fallen head over heels for the clumsy country girl years ago. We'd adventured together for quite some time before settling in this cabin, high in the Dragontooth Mountains - just the two of us, surrounded by nature, with our own cozy home. 

 It was perfect.

 I let my hands begin to absently wander, tracing the delightful curves of Shellie's body as she slept. She huddled closer, muttering happily in her sleep. I gently touched her shoulder, filled my hand with her breast, caressed her stomach, trailed my hand over the swell of her hip and down to her thigh. I couldn't suppress the shiver of delight that shot through me - Shellie was mine, and I was hers, and that meant that her beautiful body was mine to play with. 

 The orange tiefling was a heavy sleeper, and early in our relationship, she'd told me I could do whatever I wanted to her when she slept - I'd only ever been happy to oblige her. This morning was no different. I took my time with gentle touches, my fingers curling in her pubic hair, pulling at her nipples, tugging at her jaw horns and temple horns. I tickled the tip of her tail - her shudder aroused me further. 

 Tickling her tail always got her to roll onto her back. 

 Shellie rolled, freeing my right hand from between her pillowy thighs. Her movement pulled the covers, and I immediately lost sight of my beloved. Undeterred, I pushed the furs back, revealing my wife's naked upper half. Pushing my fiery hair out of my face, I rolled slightly and craned my neck, taking her right nipple into my mouth. I suckled gently, listening to her even breathing while my hands continued their exploration. 

 I humped against her thigh as I lay beside her, my penis gliding against her smooth skin with the help of the pre-cum I'd been leaking for the last few minutes. Embarrassingly, in our early days, I'd only get this far - I'd hump far too energetically and cum far too quickly, coating the outside of her thigh. I'd learned to meter myself, being slow and stopping when I felt my cock twitch one too many times.

 As the room brightened, I threw the covers back completely. I got on all fours above her, kissing her shapely lips gently before licking my way down her body. I kissed her navel before burying my nose in her black bush, shaved into a heart - it was silly, but I adored it. I lay flat between Shellie's legs, practically drooling.

 But what I adored even more was what was just beneath that curly hair: my favorite lips in the world. I took a few moments to admire my lover's lengthy labia. They were a slightly darker orange than her skin, the umber lips slick with arousal - even though she wasn't awake, her body knew what was happening.

 And she wanted it.

 "Breakfast is served," I whispered. Without further ado, I dove in, greedily slurping at the pink flesh hiding behind Shellie's meat curtains. The musky scent of my wife's pussy drove me wild, and it took all of my self control to not cum right then and there. Her clit, too, was sizeable, and I sucked on it gently before licking it, slurping at her cunt with all of the energy I could muster. 

 I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling lightly on her labia and flicking her bean as I probed her depths with my tongue. It never took long when she was asleep - I ate Shellie out with abandon, and, after only a few minutes, she came. The tiefling shuddered, her umber nipples standing hard as delicious juices flooded my mouth. 

 I could feel strings of thick grool attaching my nose and chin to her pussy as I sat up. I didn't wipe my face. I leaned forward, kissing Shellie on the mouth. She didn't wake.

 I grinned.

 Positioning myself, I slipped my cock into her. Her warm, velvety depths encased me.

 "I love you," I sighed, staring at her sleeping face. I began to move, slowly thrusting into her. 

 Once.

 Twice.

 A third time. 

 With a grunt, I came. 

 My toes curled and I let myself fall forward onto my wife, our breasts pressing together as my cock spasmed inside of her pussy. I shot my heavy load into Shellie's cunt, grunting with the power of my orgasm. 

 I lay atop her for a moment, panting. I'd always cum quickly. The slightest touch would set me off, and even now, with Shellie, I'd have to ejaculate once or twice beforehand to ensure I could last for more than a handful of strokes. 

 I rolled off of her with a contented sigh. I pulled on my nipple with one hand, milking my quickly deflating cock with the other. Semen dribbled out onto my hand and stomach. I ignored it, basking in the afterglow of my morning orgasm. 

 This was our routine: I awoke first, ate her out, fucked her, and then waited for her to wake up. Most of the time I'd eventually pad to the kitchen to make breakfast. Less often, she'd find me sitting in the bay window, sipping tea and reading a book. What happened least, but I loved most, was when she would wake first, and I'd open my eyes to find my beautiful wife milking me dry. 

 Today was one of the typical days. A few more minutes passed before I grabbed my round-lensed glasses from the nightstand. I slowly sat up in the massive bed, swinging my legs out to sit on the edge. A full-length mirror rest on my side of the bed, and I took a moment to admire myself. 

 I was a tall human woman with pale white skin covered in freckles. I was thin, and I took a moment to run a hand over my small tits, down my flat stomach, and to cup my small penis. I'd long given up hope of ever satisfying a partner - another reason to absolutely adore my wife. She loved my dick. Even if it hadn't been literal divine intervention that had made me this way, she'd love every part of me all the same. 

 I quietly snort - my cock was half as long as Shellie's labia were when I was hard. The clerics had told me, once I'd been made into Bragia's image, that it classified as a micropenis, measuring only about two inches long. The Goddess of Sex and Romance had given me the body I'd always longed for, shaping me into the woman I had always wanted to be. I'd been happy, then, but it was fleeting. Now, I couldn't imagine being happier than in every moment I spent with Shellie. 

 I smiled, letting the jizz I'd milked out cool on my skin as I stood and stepped out of the bedroom. The cozy cabin was well-heated in the gray dawn, magic piping hot water across the house. With a wave of my hand, I used my mage hand to pull the curtains back in the kitchen. 

 The snowy landscape outside was partially hidden by an icy fog, bathing the kitchen in a faint light. I set about preparing breakfast: pancakes with fruit and maple syrup, and a cup of tea for the each of us. I spent the next fifteen minutes in comfortable silence, padding across the warm stone floor as I cooked. 

 I was plating breakfast when my beloved blearily stepped into the kitchen, yawning out a tired, "Goo' mornin'..." I grinned, watching the nude, bed-headed tiefling shuffle with half-lidded eyes to the small dining table. I stifled a chuckle as I spot a glob of my cum sliding down her thigh.

 "Good morning," I replied, placing the two plates onto the table. I gave Shellie a gentle peck on the cheek before I turned away. I gathered utensils and syrup, finally placing a mug of warm tea at each of our places. "Sleep okay?"

 "Mmhmm," she nodded, still half-asleep. "Thanks fer bekfast," Shellie continued, mumbling as she brought the tea to her lips. I sat across from her, putting my elbows on the table and simply watching her. After a long draught of tea, "Didja have fun this mornin'?"

 She asked that every morning, and I responded the same way I did every morning, "I had a wonderful morning, my love." Her gentle smile warmed my heart.

 "Good," she stifled a yawn, "cause I'm a mess." Shellie tail snaked under the table and the soft tip lightly tickled my soft member. She giggled around a mouthful of pancake as I shivered. 

 We ate in comfortable silence, then, the occasional yawn and scrape of silverware the only real sound in the cabin. My gaze wandered from Shellie to the window - the icy fog had lifted, leaving the pines beautifully coated in a white shroud. The snow, nearly three feet deep already, was due to get deeper today. 

 I sighed, pleasantly full. I rest my hands on my stomach, leaning back in my chair. Shellie was slowly coming to life, the warm tea and pancakes shaking the final webs of slumber away. Her eyes, completely black, were difficult to read, but over the years I'd come to read the movements around them. She turned to look outside, and I could tell that we were both thinking about the coming snow. 

 "Going to ask the birds for news?" I inquired, slowly standing and collecting the plates.

 "Yeah," her voice was pleasantly light, unlike my deep one, "I figure they'll have a better idea on when the snow will come than we would." She stood, too, wrapping her arm around my waist as we walked to the kitchen. 

 Her warm forehead pressed against my back as I stopped at the sink and began cleaning up. Shellie hugged me and leaned into me as I scrubbed at the plates, her tail idly sliding up and down my thigh. I carefully let my head roll back, just enough to use her ivory horns as a headrest. 
 
 I let her hold me. I'd always wanted someone to hold me like this, and I would never give up even a second of it now that I had it. 

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I sat in my favorite recliner, reading an old tome that I'd had delivered before the snow closed the mountain pass. It was an ancient history - allegedly two thousand years old - and just parsing out the dialect was difficult. I had to actively relax my brow every few minutes, and my eyes were starting to hurt from strain after about a half hour. 

 My attention was already wavering when I felt a blast of cold air. Blinking hard, I peered over the top of the heavy book. Shellie was standing at a window, her top half out in the frigid air as she leaned on the window frame. Her tail swished happily to and fro - I didn't catch most of her words, but the absolute cacophony of bird calls and musical trills was typical. 

 Seeing her pert ass and excited tail wagging warred with the intensely cold air she was letting into the cabin. My cock wanted to get hard, but it was too damn cold - my nipples quickly became painfully hard while my testicles tried their best to hide up in my abdomen. I knew not to bother her while she chat with the animals - too often I spooked them, and it took much effort for Shellie to call them back - but I gave up all pretense of reading. 

 I put my tome down on a side table and pulled my knees to my chest, simply admiring the view of my wife's butt. 

 After a few minutes, the flock of songbirds moved on, and Shellie finally closed the window. The cabin was magically warmed, but it could only do so much against the frigid mountain air when a window was thrown wide open. I shivered, rubbing my arms.

 "Malla, love," my wife's sing-song voice came from the vestibule, calling as if I hadn't been sitting fifteen feet away staring at her for the last five minutes. She turned, then, and nearly jumped, "Ope, sorry! I thought you would've left once I opened the window." Her radiant smile matched the pep in her step as she approached. 

 "Oh, you know me," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "I had to make sure you weren't going to fall out the window." I took my glasses off and began wiping them with one of the two dozen cleanish rags I kept around the cabin. We both knew full well that the window sill was maybe a half-foot from the top of the snow. 

 Shellie stopped in front of me, leaning down to be eye-level with me, "Aw, you're such a kindly wizard, worrying about a fragile woodland princess such as myself." Her playful tone and cocked hip were warming me up faster than the cabin's magic ever could, and I couldn't help but smile up at her. She allowed me to put my glasses back on before planting a dainty kiss on my cheek.

 Her musical giggle was cut short as she let out a loud, "Eep!" Quick as a snake, I wrapped my arms around her waist before she could flee. 

 "You're being a tease, tree-hugger," I growled, letting my legs down and pulling myself flush against her. I playfully bit her hip as my hands kneaded her ass. "Maybe I was just admiring the view?" I kissed her navel, my left hand tickling the base of her sensitive tail.

 I laughed as my wife squirmed, "Stop it!" Her light slaps were really just caresses, excuses for her hands to wander my body. I kept tickling - nowhere was safe. "You're gonna regret it if you don't stop!" She laughed and squealed, egging me on as I touched her sides, groped her butt, pulled her tail, brushed my fingers through her bush, tugged on her labia. I kept kissing her stomach and hips as she pulled on my hair, tugged at my little tits, attempted to grab my penis. 

 "You can't make me regret it," I challenged, and was immediately reminded of how strong my wife was.

 With a mighty grunt and sudden pull, she had her arms wrapped around me and lifted me from my recliner. I shout and feebly attempted to twist free.

 Shellie backed away from the chair with me in a bear hug -

 - and her foot caught on the colorful, wine-stained living room rug.

 Tumbling backward, the tiefling suplexed me into the couch.

 We both ended up breathless, crying with laughter. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and tears clouded my vision. I attempted to blow some of my hair out of my face, only laughing harder as my Shellie's beautiful face was revealed, her gorgeous dimples on full display as she panted atop me. 

 "I... win..." Shellie could barely get it out between fits of laughter. 

 "That fucking hug almost killed me!" I shout, poking her in the ribs. Her giggles only made me shout louder, "You were going to crush me and my weak wizardly bones!" I didn't even attempt a straight face, smiling deliriously as Shellie's midnight hair fell around my face. 

 "Oh, my poor Malla," she eventually responded, taking a deep breath. "Let me make it up to you?" 

 My answer was to melt into her lips as she kissed me deeply. A pleasant sigh inadvertently escaped, and her predatory groan made my core flare with heat. I felt her smile against my lips before she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues sparred for what felt like a blissful eternity.

 Finally breaking away, Shellie took another breath, tucked her hair back, and grinned. Without a word, she bent to kiss me again. I angled my face upward, thankful for the couch cushion under my head, to meet her. 

 Her kiss, though, landed on my neck instead. 

 I felt her giggle against my skin as she kissed and licked her way down to my tits.

 Brat.

 I gently pet her hair, sighing and moaning appreciatively as she suckled on my nipples. I felt a wet warmth on my knee, and didn't need to look down to know Shellie was absolutely dripping with excitement. She kept going, working her way past my belly button and finally planting a dainty kiss on my tiny cock. 

 A pause.

 I did look down, then, and glared as I saw her shit eating grin, "You're still teasing me."

 "Mmhmm!" My wife's giggle was cute, and she knew that she could use it to get away with anything. She kissed my little erection again, "You like it."

 She wasn't wrong. 

 But I didn't want to be the only one having fun.

 "If you're going to do that," I made a dick-sucking gesture with my hand and mouth, "then at least let me eat you out?" 

 She laughed, but complied, turning herself around atop me, planting her knees on either side of my shoulders and letting me enjoy the view for half a breath. Her glistening folds were gorgeous to behold, but I the feast for my eyes became a feast for my mouth as she unceremoniously sat on my face. 

 I shuddered with delight as my tongue probed her depths and licked at her lips - I felt the silky tip of her tail trail teasingly along my side and the warmth of her mouth as she graciously began to suck me off. Her fingers worked my balls, and I slurped at her pussy in thanks as one wet finger probed my asshole. 

 It was going to be my second orgasm of the morning, but it still didn't take too long. Shellie's forefinger sank knuckle deep into my ass and I groaned into the warm lips enveloping mine. My hips bucked into her face and her excited giggle vibrated through me. 

 I came, spurting into her greedy mouth. I couldn't speak, my tongue still buried in my wife's slit. I shook and my toes curled as she cleaned my little cock, my hands gripping her thighs tightly. Even as sensitive as I was she kept sucking, and my body wanted to curl in around my dick.

 She sat up slightly, and I felt her turn - not that I could see her around her beautiful labia and asshole - before she chimed up, "Is that better? Your little cock satisfied now?" Her tone was mocking, in just the way that got me revved up.

 Rather than speak, I doubled my efforts, licking hard and fast at her clit. The hard nub was easy to find, and the fresh moisture that coated my chin encouraged me to keep going. 

 "Oh," she moaned, "you desperate thing. You think your tiny dick can satisfy my perfect pussy?" The tiefling ground her crotch against my chin, "You better keep licking," I felt plenty of satisfaction as she shuddered and paused for a moment, "or else!"

 I grinned and stopped - I'd like to think my face was the same one she was teasing me with earlier.

 Shellie's face had grown dark with list - I only saw it for a moment as she shifted. Rather than 69'ing, she fully knelt, allowing me to see her lovely face and perfect, pert tits as I ate her out. 

 "Eat. Me. Out." Her sultry voice was commanding and, even though my cock was going flaccid, I wanted so badly to be hard again. Shellie's hands tangled in my fiery hair as she humped against my face, her pubic hair tickling my nose. "Now!"

 I couldn't say no. How could I?

 I renewed my oral assault on my beloved's vulva, slurping up her juices and licking around her clitoris. Her long labia lovingly caressed my cheeks and chin as she ground herself against me. I gripped her ass, trying to guide her increasingly erratic hip thrusts. 

 If I died underneath Shellie, I'd be a happy woman in Voenheimma. 

 I wouldn't suffocate today, though drowning was a viable option as Shellie let out a keening wail. Her orgasm squirted out from her, spraying across my face as her cunt contracted in beautiful spasms. I licked her through it, shifting my hands from her ass up to her breasts, kneading the orange flesh and tugging at the umber nipples there. 

 We were both a panting mess, my hair matted to my sweaty back and juice-coated face. Shellie's thighs were soaked. 

 She finally got off of my face, standing on wobbly legs before kissing me gently, "Good girl." Her whispered words kept the flame alight in my soul and reignited the one in my body. My flaccid cock twitched, but wasn't quite ready for round three. Shellie sat down beside me on the floor, her side against the couch.

 "I love you," I quietly replied, gazing into the black abyss of her eyes. I gently caressed her cheek, my smile mirrored by her own. 

 "You," her warm voice was back to being the sing-song I was used to. "I love you, too, Malla. Always." We kissed then - just a quick peck - before she finally looked down at herself and laughed, "Perhaps it's time to go take a bath?"

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"My love?" I called, my mouth just barely above the surface of the hot spring. I'd taken my glasses off, and slipped into the steaming mountain water. Through the white fog, I couldn't even see our cabin, just fifty feet away or so. 

 This spring was why we set up here in the first place. Shellie had used her druidic abilities to scout the land, asking the various critters where we would create the least disturbance. She even took wing herself at times, soaring high over the Dragontooth Mountains as a great roc. The day she'd found the little spring, she could barely contain herself. 

 I closed my eyes and let my arms float in the water. I remembered building this hot spring into a proper place to relax - Shellie would barely let me survey it before insisting she dig it out, and, after some discussion (intense fucking), she allowed me to plan the whole area and use my wizardry to shape it into the fine spot it was now. When it wasn't covered in fog in the summer, I could see the hot spring properly from our bedroom window.

 There were two pools: a main, oblong one running north to south and big enough to hold an adult dragon, and a secondary, circular one on the north end a few steps higher fit for a handful of people. The smaller pool drained into the main one by a small waterfall. 

 I had some gorgeous pink and orange stone imported from the far north - a perk of having worked for the nearby city of Tjuvarhem for many years and knowing all of the quarry masters - and had set about sculpting it with my magic. The stone lining the main spring was pink, and radiated out for a few feet before I set the orange stones around those and the little pool. I built a wall, as well, just a few feet high, in case we wanted to flood the area for an even larger spring. 

 The final piece was my first real attempt at gardening. Just above the smaller hot spring I had planted a field of hollyhock. I'd gotten the seeds from a local red squirrel - a kind young boar I'd named "Puffball" - after learning a spell to speak with animals in secret. The heart-shaped field grew surprisingly well, blooming beautiful black flowers.

 Shellie and I had enjoyed the springs for some months before she had turned into a giant bird in order to fly to one of the nearby towns to tend to an injured oxen. When she flew over our cabin once more, her reaction was immediate. I cried with laughter as she'd come down from the heights in a huff, her beautiful face flushed umber.

 I'd shaped the hot spring as an homage to my wife's perfect pussy, and it had taken her months to find out. 

 I couldn't stop laughing. 

 I relaxed in the smaller, elevated pool - her clit - and couldn't stop myself from smirking. The seat was just hot enough to melt away any of the stresses in my muscles, and the mineral water did wonders for our skin. I had called for Shellie - being practically blind without my spectacles - hoping she'd appear out the mist like an apparition. 

 I practically jumped out of my skin when I felt her ice cold hands on my cheeks, "Fuck!" My wife was laughing like a madwoman, squatting behind me and gripping my face with hands covered in rapidly melting snow. My futile attempts at swatting away her hands were met with simple persistence - an immovable object against a totally stoppable force. 

 Her cold hands actually felt nice, but she had scared the crap out of me. I could never catch her unawares - it was like she had eyes and ears all over. She always snuck up on me, and I jumped. Every. Single. Time.

 Blushing from more than just the heat, I spun in the water and reached out. Shellie captured my left wrist, while I snagged her tail with my right hand.

 We both froze.

 Her face was blurry, but I knew she was weighing her options. Let me go, and leave herself at my mercy? Or maybe use her tail to pull me into the freezing air? 

 I wouldn't let her get away with it, not today. 

 Without our usual banter, I flexed my left hand. A quick-cast wind spell blast my nude wife in the rear, causing her to squeak in surprise. My gorgeous tiefling was off-balance.

 Perfect.

 I pulled with all my might.

 To be entirely fair, I'm not terribly strong. I groaned as I heaved, tugging on her sensitive tail. Shellie fell forward - partially controlled by my ongoing magic - and landed with a splash.

 On top of me. 

 I went between coughing and laughing as hot spring water splashed up my nose. 

 "That was rude," Shellie huffed, batting my hand away from her tail beneath the water. Our chests pressed together as we touched noses, "But I suppose I deserved it." She grinned before kissing me fiercely. "And you deserved that. For winning." She stuck her tongue out at me before settling fully onto my lap in the water. 

 Her tail swished in the bubbly water, the soft tip tracing lines up and down my legs. I felt myself getting hard. I hugged her lightly, leaning back against the stone, admiring her as best I could without my glasses. Sitting on my lap had her nipples right at the water line.

 Shellie's tail gently tickled the tip of my erection, and she smirked, "Oh, do you want more of a reward than just a kiss?" 

 I nodded, staring at her tits.

 "You'll have to ask," she continued, her heart-shaped tail-tip teasing my scrotum. "What do you want?" Shellie knew exactly how to get me going, how to tease me, how to turn me to putty in her hands. "Do you want me to play with your tiny girl cock?" Her mocking tone, accompanied by her hands on my small breasts and her tail now probing my anus, made me blush harder. 

 "Could you play with my tiny girl cock?" I asked quietly, lowering my hands to cup her ass. "Please?" I added - I could just barely see her raised eyebrow.

 "Hmmm," she hummed, massaging my tits, "I suppose, since you asked so nicely." Her white teeth were like the snow all around the hot spring, and I moaned as a hand left my chest and went down to my crotch. Her thumb and forefinger - all she needed to stroke my small penis - slowly, sensually, massaged my cock. "I'm only going to play with this thing if you can keep yourself together," she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. "Can you do that for me?"

 I whimpered and nodded. I felt my muscles constricting, attempting to contain my pleasure, and I forced myself to relax. I uncurled my toes and closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath.

 "You're such a good girl," her sensual voice caused me to shiver. Shellie's tongue licked across my ear before she continued, "Good girls need to put their fingers to work." 

 I quickly let go of her ass, hurriedly feeling around in an effort to get to her pussy. Her low chuckle urged me on, and I found her long lips. I dipped a finger into her hot depths, the water certainly unable to produce this wetness. 

 "Ah ah," Shellie clicked her tongue, "just my clit. Take that finger out." Her commanding voice caused me to shiver. "You wouldn't want me to get so stretched out that I don't feel your itty-bitty dick, would you?" 

 "N-no," I managed to squeak out. Her tail was persistently pressing into my ass. My focus was split: my cock, her tail, and her clit. I withdrew my finger from her cunt and started playing with her hard nub.

 My rhythm wasn't up to her demanding standards, "Pay attention!" She squeezed my cock - painfully, pleasurably, hard - and pushed the tip of her tail past my sphincter. "I better cum first," she warned, her silky tail now fucking my ass. She would start in earnest soon. 

 I sped up, leaning forward to suckle on her left breast. The water splashed as my arm moved as fast as I could get it, and her pleased sigh was a good sign. 

 Fuck, she was too hot. I loved when she was this commanding, this demanding of me, this demeaning in the moment. 

 I groaned against her tit as she pushed her tail up further into me, sliding a full six inches into me. My one hand working her clit wouldn't be outdone - I felt around, searching for Shellie's asshole. 

 "Stick one in," my wife demanded, pressing my head hard against her chest. I managed, awkwardly, to get two knuckles of my pointer finger into her ass. She shivered on top of me and let out a breathy moan. "Keep going!" Her voice was higher, louder. 

 Shellie was close.

 I tuned out her fingers on my cock, her tail in my ass, and bent my entire being to pleasing Shellie. The orange beauty on top of me was coming undone, and I knew I was going to do just as she demanded. 

 She came. 

 Her anus constricted around me finger and she let go of my penis. I felt her tail spasm, withdrawing suddenly from my rear. I gasped against her chest as her whole body shook with orgasm. 

 I sat back and grinned, my finger still gently petting her sensitive bean. 

 "Would you like to fuck me?" she eventually asked, taking a deep breath. Her whole body was a dark umber color - flushed from her orgasm and from the heat of the hot spring.

 "Please?" I asked, doing my best impression of a puppy.

 Shellie slowly rose from my lap and knelt on the stone bench across from me, resting her tits on the pink stone surrounding the pool. Her beautiful pussy was on full display for me, and I licked my lips. 

 "Cum in me proper, okay?" 

 I didn't need any further encouragement. Still aware of the heat - I'd gotten up too fast in an eager attempt to fuck her in the ass once and passed out - I slowly crossed the spring and stood behind her. I carefully lined my tiny cock up with her slit, leaking white grool, and gently pushed into her. 

 I reached forward and gripped her horns. With most of my freckled skin above the hot water, I quickly was covered in goosebumps, but I didn't care. I plowed my wife with less enthusiasm than I otherwise would have - the heat would be too much for me to take, and I'd pass out before cumming. 

 I couldn't have that. 

 Shellie met my shallow thrusts with her ass, her tail wrapped lightly around my hips as we fucked. Her favorite position was doggy - best for my small cock to have maximum impact. It allowed her to finger herself, if she really wanted to. Fully relaxed, she rest her head on her crossed arms, her tits squished against the warm stone.

 The water splashed as our bodies met. Thrust after thrust, I was building to my third orgasm of the morning. Shellie knew just how to operate my quick-firing body - get me to cum enough times beforehand, I'd eventually last more than a thrust inside of her. 

 Her little moans and breaths as I rut into her finally got to me.

 "I'm cumming," I pant, pulling on her horns and bending over her back as my cock spasmed inside of her. I flood her pussy with my cream, shooting my third load of the day into her. 

 "Mmmm, Malla, you know just how to make me purr," Shellie moaned, her vaginal walls constricting around my tiny cock. "I love you so much." 

 Panting, I withdrew, smiling as I leaned over to kiss my wife, "I love you, too." I sat at the edge of the hot spring beside her. She climbed fully out of the pool and gently kissed the tip of my creamy cock before laying down next to me. 

 "Make sure you got it all in?" she asked innocently, spreading her legs wide. "If any gets out, you'll have to do this again." I leaned in close, squinting as I inspected her vulva.

 I chuckled as Shellie purposefully bore down, pushing out a glob of semen. The white liquid ran down between her lips, down to her ass. 

 "Damn," she said sarcastically, "I guess we'll have to go again."

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 "Supper is ready," I called, bending to pull the fish from the oven. The intense magical heat washed over me and fogged my glasses for the few moments I spent carefully grabbing the metal pan. I put the sizzling fish down on the counter, tapping a bright red rune. The light, and the heat, went out. 

 I took off my oven mitts and whistled a jaunty bar tune to myself as I began plating our supper. Salmon, freshly caught, baked with herbs, covered in a creamy cheese sauce, served with steamed vegetables and mulled wine - a staple of mine, Shellie adored it. 

 "Smells good," my wife's voice came from behind, just as her hand found my bare bottom, "but not as good as you look in that apron." She meowed like a cat, squeezing my butt, "Thank you for the meal, Malla." Shellie let me go, grabbed the plated meals, and planted a kiss on my cheek on her way to the dinner table. 

 I smiled, "Anything for you, sweetie." I took half a breath to admire her muscled back and toned ass. I poured the wine, its heady scent promising warm bellies and flushed skin. Removing my apron and hanging it beside the dark oven, I pad quietly to the table. I placed Shellie's tankard in front of her before sitting down across from her. 

 "Cheers," I said, raising my tankard. 

 She tapped hers to mine, "Cheers!" Shellie took a deep drought and sighed pleasantly, "Delicious, as always, Malla. I'm glad you convinced me to try your brews, all those years back." Her laugh was like a wind chime, "I'd only ever liked cold drinks. Unless it was cocoa." 

 I chuckled as she took a big bite of salmon, "You've got to stay warm somehow, silly. It can't always be shared body heat." I winked, "Only most of the time." I dug into my meal, as well, enjoying the cheesy fish and slightly crunchy vegetables. 

 Once she started eating, I could never hold a conversation with her - food was the most important thing in the world, and she refused to do anything but eat and enjoy her meals until they were done. Thankfully, she typically ate quickly. 

 It had been a bit of a barrier early on, but I knew she was worth the five or ten minutes or silence through each meal. That silence was now comforting - if she suddenly started talking in the midst of meal, something was terribly wrong. 

 I ate more slowly, watching my wife simply live in the moment, her whole being - or most of it, anyway - focused on enjoying the food I'd made. It was flattering, in its way. 

 So, Shellie finished far before I had when I asked, "Good?" 

 She brushed a strand of black hair back behind her ear as she nodded, "Mmhmm!" Shellie leaned back in her chair, stretching her legs out and tapping my feet with her toes, "It was tasty." Her feet rubbed my shins, "Thanks!" 

 We spent the rest of the meal quietly playing footsie under the table, poking each others' legs and feet as we drank our wine. 

 "So," Shellie eventually began, putting her empty tankard aside, "what's the evening's entertainment?" Her foot had found its way up to my crotch, and I was quickly slowly getting hard - the alcohol was interfering, but it wouldn't stop me. 

 I swallowed my last sip of wine and sarcastically rolled my eyes, "You know what tonight is, goofball." I raised an eyebrow and eyed her as her foot massaged the underside of my penis. 

 A beat.

 "Oh, shit, that's right!" 

 I couldn't help but groan and put my head in my hands, "You forgot? It's, like, your favorite thing." I shook my head, "How could you forget?"

 The gentle pressure became suddenly painful as she frowned, "How could you forget? You know I'm bad with dates!" She withdrew her foot from my groin and pouted, crossing her arms under her fabulous breasts.

 I rolled my eyes more seriously this time, "You're so fucking silly sometimes."

 "That wasn't the word you were looking for," Shellie retort. 

 I sighed, "Fine, fine, you're right." I stood and leaned over to collect the dishes. Stepping into the kitchen, I looked over my shoulder, "You're super fucking silly sometimes." My grin was as wide as I could make it, "If you can't remember when it happens, you can't have it!"

 Her petulant voice rose over my laughter, "That's not fair!" 

 Stopping only to put the dishes in the sink, I yelled back, "Bite me!"

 "Don't threaten me with a good time!"

 "Bitch!"

 "Skank!"

 Our aggressive banter carried on as I walked into the living room, pointedly pretending to ignore my wife. Her tail swished excitedly, and she swiped it playfully at me as I sat on our couch. The fireplace kept the house warm, and the crackling flames sent light dancing across Shellie's skin. She knew I couldn't ignore her allure for long, and she stepped around me, toward the back of the couch. 

 Her orange hands touched my shoulders, slid down to my chest. She gripped my tits, tugging gently on my nipples. A warm tongue licked my earlobe, raising goosebumps up and down my arms, a shiver running the length of my body. I leaned back fully, letting her caress me as I looked up at her.

 She was smiling - a predatory thing, all teeth, her face the picture of a mountain lion with prey. Her hair and horns partially eclipsed the skylight above us, the dark sky mostly a blanket of pure black. It wasn't quite time yet, but Shellie clearly wanted to get going.

 I was more than happy to oblige her.

 Carefully, my beloved removed my glasses - clearly worried about damaging them with her chin horns. She leaned in, and we kissed, deep and passionate. I reached up and grabbed her horns, holding her face against mine as our tongues battled and our noses touched one another's chins. Strong hands kneaded my tits.

 I heard a wet sound through our kissing, and belatedly realized that I hadn't felt my wife's tail in a while. She must have been masturbating with it as we made out, and I practically came simply imagining it. I let go of one horn, awkwardly stretching to grasp a tit behind my head. The fire popped, and we separated. A string of spit connected our lips as we took deep breaths. 

 Shellie let go of me and I suddenly lost sight of her - her tail, dripping with deliciously musky moisture, rest across my eyes. I shuddered, the muscles in my groin clenching involuntarily. I knew pre-cum was dripping from my tip. 

 I felt the cushions shift as Shellie mounted the couch. Her wet tail left my eyes, and I blinked. This close, her absolutely soaked cunt wasn't blurry. My wife's clit was engorged, and her long lips were a deep umber, literally dripping with lubricant. 

 I didn't hesitate.

 I began with a single, long lick from the top of her pussy to the bottom. I savored her taste, her excitement, for only a moment. Her hips wiggled with insistent need, and I ate her out with abandon. Warmth surrounded my cock as Shellie sucked me off. 

 Our cabin echoed with deliciously loud slurps and moans as we sixty-nined sitting on the couch. I suckled on her clit and slid two fingers inside of her. I pumped them slowly, curling them toward her clit, rubbing that pleasurable spot inside. Her moans and shivers only drove me on.

 I kept fingering her, even as I felt my own release building. My tongue and kisses shifted across her vulva to her ass, and I rimmed her. I was nearly there, and I bucked my hips up into her face, chasing my orgasm. My steady pace was faltering, my whole body shaking.

 I grunt and squeezed my eyes shut, my tongue on her asshole, as I came. I spurt into my lover's mouth, my seed coating her throat. Shellie milked me dry as I went soft in her mouth, licking and slurping at my sensitive little cock. 

 I felt light, so wondrously light, as I descended from my orgasmic high, but I wasn't done yet. Summoning two magic hands, I collected myself and hefted Shellie to the side. She rolled off of me and onto the couch with a laugh. I got those hands to work, using the red translucent magic to play with her tits as I dove between her thighs. 

 I slid my pinky finger into her spit-wet ass, pushing my index and ring fingers into her pussy. I fingered her and licked at her clit, my other hand massaging the base of her tail. My favorite tiefling was melting under my ministrations, and I made eye contact with her. 

 Her hand came down, pressing my nose deeper into her bush and my mouth harder against her. My head was getting crushed and I was ever so thankful for it.

 I felt my ass begin to burn as Shellie's control over her primal magics began to fail - the flame in the hearth behind me flared, but I knew better than to stop. 

 She deserved to cum. 

 I needed her to cum. 

 Anything in service to my beauty.

 Shellie's rising moan signaled the beginning. She came undone, her sphincter attempting to squeeze out my pinky, her vaginal walls crushing my fingers, her thighs crushing my skull. I saw stars, my mouth and chest soaked.

 I let her come down before slowly withdrawing my fingers, lightly, lovingly kissing her lower lips before crawling up onto the couch and dispelling my magic. 

 We kissed - not the primal, intense kiss of earlier, but a gentle one, of simple comfort.

 "I love you," I eventually whispered.

 "And I you," my wife replied, nuzzling against me. 

 We cuddled there by the fire, letting our hands wander there on the couch. She let me hold her tit, and I let her fondle my flaccid cock. 

 "You ready for round two?" she eventually asked. She let her head fall back, looking up at the skylight, into the night sky. 

 I looked up, too, "I don't think I have a choice." I chuckled. 

 Finally, a pale white light leaked through the skylight. The moon was full. 

 Though I didn't have my glasses on, I no longer needed them to see clearly. I groaned. This was the worst part. 

 The world around me faded to black as my body took on a life of its own, separated from my mind. Primal energies pulsed through me, my curse taking hold in our living room. I was hot, and too big for the couch. My limbs grew longer, my breasts heavier, my face longer. 

 The scent of fish was heavy, a bit more than the flowers blooming far out of season in the cabin. I took a deep breath, searching for and finding an intoxicating scent - a partner ready to breed. I looked around, vaguely catching my reflection in the mirror over the hearth.

 My curse had fully taken hold in the moonlight - my rusty red fur and bright green eyes, were as much me as they were someone else's. I wanted to feed, to breed. I knew I wasn't alone. 

 "There's my Big Girl," I heard her voice from the other side of the room. "Come get me, Wolfy." 

 I snarled, my snout twitching and revealing my sharp, canine teeth. There, against the window, was my prey: bent over, looking over her shoulder, her tail held high. 

 My mate.

 I pounced over the couch, my red cock emerging from its sheath. Quick as the wolf my form partially mimicked I was upon her. With a possessive snarl, I bit down on the back of the tiefling's shoulder as I slammed my now much longer and thicker werewolf dick into her. 

 Shellie let out a passionate cry, "Oh, Malla! Fuck me! Breed me!" Her warm hands and hot breath were fogging the window, but I only focused on railing the beautiful woman bent over before me. I grunt with effort, wrapping my arms around her chest as I rut into her.

 Her tail wrapped around my neck, tightening each time I hilted myself in her. The wet slaps and loud moans of our coupling filled the cabin - even if we weren't secluded, in this state, I'd only ensure that no one would attempt to share her with me. I didn't care about anything else.

 Her tits swung with each thrust, her breathy moans driving me on. My instincts told me she had cum twice already, muscles constricting my dick. My own orgasm was building, and I chased it with as much power as my body could muster.

 I was nearly there when my knot finally unsheathed. Without missing a beat, I knotted myself fully in Shellie. My extra thick meat bound us together as I threw my head back.

 Howling, I came. Jizz flooded Shellie's womb, and I felt her stomach distend a bit under my lycanthropic claws. My whole body shook, a seemingly endless stream of seed pumping into my mate.

 I stayed there, then, holding her in place, ensuring my seed took hold. Her stretched pussy wouldn't let my knot go. Shellie's tail unwound from my neck, the heart-shaped tip gently touching my large tits as she remained pressed against the cold window.

 My instincts satisfied, my primal energies released, I felt lightheaded. I staggered, holding my head. I lost my fur, grew shorter, smaller in every way. My knotted werewolf cock, six inches long, quickly became my human one, shrinking below two inches as I became flaccid and slipped out of my wife.

 A veritable waterfall of semen leaked out of her as she quickly turned and grabbed me. 

 "You did so good," her soft voice touched my heart as she escorted me back to the couch. She put my glasses on and sat beside me, holding me. "You didn't hurt me, I promise." Shellie softly kissed my cheek, her tail wrapping around my waist and touching my breast.

 Flushed with effort, drained of magic and energy, I simply leaned my head against hers and stared at our reflection in the mirror above the hearth.

 "I love you."

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My whole body shook, and I gasped awake. A sudden tension snapped, and I relaxed, my green eyes searching the blurry, dark room. I felt something warm and wet around my crotch, and I groaned.

 I must've had a wet dream. I carefully pulled the covers back, careful not to disturb my wife, Shellie. A typically heavy sleeper, I'd still feel bad if I accidentally woke her up. As I reached down to feel, I recoiled as my hand hit something sharp. Squinting, I looked down.

 Shellie giggled, "I couldn't help myself." The orange tiefling gently took my hand, kissing it where I'd stabbed myself on her temple horn. "That cute little dick of yours was just calling to me." I could see her bright smile in the moon's pale light, just barely brightening our bedroom. 

 She had sucked me off in my sleep, and I'd awoken when I'd blown my load. As a matter of fact - I squint harder - she had some on the corner of her mouth. Still mostly asleep, I smiled down at her, and used my thumb to brush the jizz on her face into her mouth. 

 She sucked my thumb clean and let it go with a cute pop, "Go back to sleep, Malla." Shellie crawled up on top of me, pulling the covers over the two of us. With a gentle kiss and an, "I love you," she rolled off of me. 

 "I love you, too," I blearily replied. Reaching down, I cupped my flaccid, but definitely wet, cock. I rolled onto my side, and my lover curled around me. Her breasts pressed into my back, and she kissed my shoulder before letting her hand rest on my tit. The moonlit bedroom faded as I fell asleep.

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 The clouds were rolling in again, threatening more snow. I'd spent the morning rolling a fireball across the front yard, melting as much snow as I could so that we wouldn't be completely buried. Shellie had cleared off the roof in preparations for today's storm. 

 We'd just stepped out of the hot spring when I started itching. Though I adored the cold, dry mountain air, my skin did not. Shellie gently led me inside, pushing me down onto our bed.

 "Relax, Mal," she said, "let me take care of you." I closed my eyes and smiled, letting my nude wife climb atop me. Laying on my belly, her warm butt rest on my thighs. A lotion she'd bought from the city made wet noises between her hands. Her calloused, gentle hands massaged my back, working the moisturizing cream into my dry skin. 

 I took slow, deep breaths, enjoying the simple, quiet moments as her hands worked down to my butt. She massaged my cheeks, pulling them apart every once in a while - she didn't touch my anus, but I could tell she was looking at it. Her hands worked down my pale legs, and I couldn't stop myself from twitching as she tickled my feet - unintentionally, I was sure. 

 "Roll over," her musical voice was low. She knelt to the side, letting me roll over. Opening my eyes, I sighed, pleasantly relaxed. I'd still not put my glasses on, but she was just close enough for me to make out the flush in her cheeks and that her umber nipples were hard. 

 My two-inch cock had been hard the whole time, and I took care not to twitch my hips as she sat on top of me again. Her labia engulfed my cock as she worked moisturizer into my shoulders. She was soaked. I closed my eyes, letting all of my other senses take over.

 Shellie remained quiet as she massaged the lotion, smelling slightly of lilacs, into my breasts. Her tail swished back and forth, little disturbances in the air felt on my feet as she gently worked my stomach. I felt each movement of her leg muscles as she slid down my body - she skipped my now aching groin, jumping to my arms and hands before descending to my thighs and shins. 

 "All done," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing my ear. 

 I sleepily smiled, "You missed a spot." I gestured to my crotch, opening my eyes once more. 

 "Oh? Did I?" Her cute head tilt was accompanied by a smirk, her finger on the corner of her mouth, "Now, how could I have done that, I wonder?" Her midnight hair framed her beautiful face, and her tail stopped wagging. I felt it wriggle between her crotch and my thigh, and I watched the soft tip of her tail disappear into her pussy. "Do you think you could ask nicely?"

 I blushed, "Could you put lotion on my groin?" I looked to the side for a moment.

 "Mmmm," she purred, "I don't think that's what you want." Her voice hitched as she masturbated with her own tail, "I think you want me to use the lotion to make you cum. Is that right?"

 My erection was straining, and I involuntarily bucked my hips, searching for some form of friction. I nodded.

 "You want me to make you cum, little lady?" her question was condescending. She grabbed her own breasts, kneading them for as she spoke, "I don't think I'll get all of the lotion on your tiny cock and cute balls before you explode." Her predatory grin made me shudder, "You'll have to ask nicely, and maybe I'll consider helping you."

 "Shellie," I whispered, "could you make me cum? Please?" I reached up, taking her hands from her tits and pulling them down toward my crotch. 

 She pulled her hands away, grabbing the lotion and spreading it in her hands, "Alright, my cute little stud. You've been a good girl." Her warm hands deliciously glide over my hard cock. She gently teased me, running her fingers across my short shaft and purple head. Shellie cupped my balls, and I gripped the sheets. 

 "Aww, gonna cum already?" she cooed, stroking me fully now. "It's so disappointing that you only last a few seconds." Shellie stroked faster, working the lotion in, mixing it with the pre-cum I had been leaking for the past few minutes. Her humiliation was so erotic, it always turned me on, always cranked up the sensuality to 11.

 I couldn't help it, and I was puddy in her experienced hands.

 I came, grunting as I shot my load onto her hand. She pumped me dry as my cock twitched, the semen spilling over and around her fingers and onto my stomach. Each spurt was harder than the last, my third managing to tag her arm and stomach and the fourth jetting up and between her beautiful tits before subsiding into weaker shots. 

 I pant, closing my eyes as I listened to Shellie's tail slip out of her wet cunt. I felt her move, the bed shifting as she crawled over me.

 "I forgot to moisturize something," Shellie whispered, licking my earlobe. "This new moisturizer needs your help, though." Her chuckle was erotic, and though my dick was already shrinking, I sorely wanted to get atop her and fuck her. "Open your mouth!"

 Her command had me open by my eyes and my mouth, without question. My vision was filled with soaked pussy as Shellie sat on my face. I eagerly licked at her cunt, nibbling on her labia and sucking on her hard clit. She ground her crotch into my face, covering every inch in her musky wetness. Shellie was gripping the headboard, using it to leverage her undulating waist against my mouth and nose. 

 I could barely breathe, drowning her grool. I played with my small tits as I ate her out, tugging on my nipples as Shellie's breathing got heavier. Her tail whipped back and forth, the soft flesh sliding across my legs and flaccid penis. 

 Her tail masturbation must have nearly had her there already - it didn't take long for her, either. Labored breathing gave way to a shuddering moan as I slurped at her soaked pussy. She came undone, squirting hard. My already soaked face was blasted with a deluge of girl cum. I drank greedily from her most holy place, trying not to choke as some got up my nose and nearly filled my lungs. 

 Her hips slowed but didn't stop. A hand pushed my head up against her crotch as she rode out her orgasm. I let my tongue hang out, simply allowing myself to be used like a toy.

 "You're such a good girl," Shellie's happy voice finally reached my ears. "I'm so glad you let me take care of you." She shifted back down my body, dragging her beautiful labia down my face, between my tits, and down to my flaccid cock. I grinned as she rained kisses across my body, finally ending as our lips met. 

 "Like you took care of me last night?" I asked dreamily, breathing heavily. I wiped wet hair out of my eyes before reaching for my glasses.

 Her musical laugh made my heart soar, "No, I was taking care of myself." She licked some of her grool from my face.

 "Ooooh," I nodded, finally allowing my hands to wander my wife's body, "I'm glad I could be of service." I giggled as she licked my jaw, "I'm happy you did that. It was nice." 

 "You fuck me in my sleep all the time," Shellie laid herself fully atop me now, our tits pressing together, "I figured it was about time I repaid you a little." 

 "You're so fucking hot," I said reverently. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing. "I'm so happy you're mine." 

 She kissed me gently before pushing off of me, "And I'm so happy I'm yours, too." Rolling onto her back, her limbs splayed out and she stared at my now bespectacled face. I sat up on my arm as she kept staring.

 "You okay?" I asked quietly, brushing her hair behind her ear.

 She nodded, blushing, "Yeah. Just..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked away.

 "Just what?" I gently pressed, lightly poking her nose. My mouth curved into a worried frown.

 Her smile was radiant, "Just memorizing your face."

 I smiled back, "How on earth could you be so romantic? I don't think I'll ever understand how I got so lucky." 

 She snort, "Lucky? I think you got stuck with me." 

 I let out a laugh as she jabbed my belly with a finger, "I'm okay with that." I bent to kiss her, flopping onto my back after our lips touched, "So, now what?"

 "I guess we get comfortable as the storm rolls in," was her gentle reply. 

 Made sense to me. I cuddled up to her. I couldn't have been happier.