The Night in the Void
The walk to Farren’s tear was long.
Much longer than Kiran expected. The Void stretched on endlessly, the landscape shifting in subtle, unsettling ways. Hills gave way to strange crystalline formations, then to fields of tall, whispering grass that moved even when there was no wind. The sky remained a bruised gray, and the air carried that same sourceless light that made everything look slightly wrong.
Farren kept Kiran close the entire time, one arm around his shoulders or holding his paw. They didn’t talk much at first. Kiran was still half-hollow, his mind drifting in and out of clarity. But Farren never let go.
When night fell, or what passed for night in the Void, Farren found them a sheltered spot between two large, smooth rocks. He disappeared for a while and came back with strange fruits and some kind of glowing root that he said was safe to eat.
“Trust me,” Farren said with a small smile. “I’ve been living out here for years. This one tastes like sweet berries. That one… well, it tastes like nothing, but it’ll keep you alive. Might make you a little horny, though. But that's my fox, anyway.”
Kiran ate quietly, watching Farren with soft, tired eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt safe.
After they ate, they sat together in the soft, strange grass. The silence stretched between them, heavy with everything they hadn’t said yet.
Then Kiran moved.
He climbed into Farren’s lap without warning, straddling the larger wolf and licking slowly up the side of his neck. His tongue dragged warm and wet over gray fur, tasting salt and dust and Farren.
Farren’s breath hitched. His paws came up to rest on Kiran’s hips.
“You wanna fuck here in the Void?” he asked, voice low and rough.
Kiran pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. His amber gaze was clear for once, burning with need.
“I’ve been dreaming of getting fucked by you for too long,” Kiran said, voice trembling. “I’d want to fuck in a pit of snakes if it meant being with you again.”
Farren let out a short, surprised laugh. “Well… they might have that here.”
Kiran didn’t wait. He was on him again, kissing him desperately, grinding his taint and balls down against the thick sheath already swelling beneath him. Feeling the wolf's soft sheath, his thick cock filling up with blood inside it, the heat against him... finally...
Farren soon took control the way Kiran liked.
He flipped them gently, laying Kiran on his back in the soft grass. His large paws roamed slowly over the fox’s body, caressing his sides, stroking down his chest, teasing over his nipples until Kiran was squirming. Farren’s fingers found Kiran’s tail and played with it, wrapping it around his wrist and giving it a gentle tug that made Kiran gasp.
“Missed this,” Farren murmured against his throat. “Missed how you sound when I touch you.”
He licked his way down Kiran’s body, slow and deliberate. His tongue dragged over Kiran’s belly, then lower, until he was nuzzling between the fox’s thighs. He fondled Kiran’s balls with gentle, reverent paws, hefting them in his palm, feeling their weight. Kiran's fur coloring like many red foxes was a lot of vibrant orange but his groin was highlighted by thinner white fur. It was very hot to Farren.
“Still so full for me,” Farren whispered. “Even after everything.”
"My balls are always ready for you, wolf!" Kiran said, rubbing his black paws over Farren's furry head.
Then Farren took Kiran into his mouth.
Kiran cried out, paws flying to Farren’s ears. The wolf sucked him slowly, deeply, tongue swirling around the head with every pull. One paw kept stroking Kiran’s tail while the other gently squeezed his balls, rolling them in time with his mouth. Kiran’s hips bucked, but Farren held him down easily, taking his time, savoring every twitch and whimper.
It didn’t take long. The wetness, the heat, the suction, the fact that it was the real Farren...
Kiran came with a quivering moan, shooting down Farren’s throat in thick, pulsing waves. Farren swallowed every drop, the strong stream pouring down his ample throat, then weakening more and more as Kiran was spent of his load, then he pulled off and licked his lips.
“Good boy,” he rumbled.
Before Kiran could catch his breath, Farren pushed his legs up and back, exposing him completely. The wolf leaned down and licked a long, slow stripe over Kiran’s hole, tongue warm and wet and insistent. Kiran gasped, claws digging into the grass as Farren ate him out with slow, filthy dedication: licking, sucking, pushing his tongue inside until Kiran was shaking and begging.
“Farren… please… I need you inside me…”
Farren didn’t make him wait any longer.
He moved up, lined up the thick head of his cock, and pushed in slowly. Inch by inch, he sank into Kiran’s tight heat, growling at how perfectly the fox’s body welcomed him. When he was fully seated, he leaned down and kissed Kiran deeply, his tongue still a little slick from Kiran's spend. Kiran loved when he got dirty and loving like this. He loved how Farren talked to him during sex.
"My little fox, it's been too long since I got to feel you around me. You're still the sexiest hole in the world, god you're perfect, Kiran.
Then he started fucking him.
Long, deep thrusts that dragged over Kiran’s prostate with every stroke. The grass beneath them was soft and strange, cushioning their bodies as Farren moved. Kiran couldn’t stop talking.
“Fuck… Farren… you feel so good… so big… I missed this so much… missed you so much… the way you fill me up… the way you look at me when you’re inside me…”
Farren groaned, thrusting harder. “I missed you too, baby. Missed this tight little hole clenching around my knot… missed hearing you moan my name… missed you.”
They moved together like they were made for it. Kiran’s legs wrapped around Farren’s waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. The wolf’s knot swelled, catching on Kiran’s rim again and again until finally, with one hard push, it popped inside.
Kiran cried out as the knot locked them together. "Ahhhh fuck.... Farren damn, soo good.... mmmmmph...."
Farren rolled them smoothly, putting himself on his back so Kiran could rest on top of him. The fox lay sprawled across the wolf’s broad chest, knotted and full, breathing hard.
Farren’s arms wrapped around him, one paw stroking slowly down Kiran’s back while the other gently played with his tail again.
They stayed like that for a long time, wolf cum slowly spurting in thick, lazy pulses deep inside Kiran’s insides, the warmth intimate, naughty some could say, but to these two lovers, their cum was the most loving thing they could share. Every time Farren’s knot throbbed, another warm rush filled him.
"Ooooh soo much," Kiran said, moaning.
"It's been about four days now... so you're gonna be quite full of me, fox."
Farren leaned forward and licked up Kiran's muzzle.
“I love you,” Farren whispered against Kiran’s ear. “I’m never letting you go again.”
Kiran nuzzled into his neck, voice soft and sleepy. “I love you too… even if my mind tries to forget again… I’ll find my way back to you. I always will.”
Farren held him tighter.
When the knot finally went down, Farren didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside Kiran, warm and safe, letting the fox rest on his chest as the strange Void night settled around them.
For the first time in a long time, Kiran felt whole.
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