“Very good day. Saw a deer, but it’s the same one we saw two days ago. Think it’ll still be around tomorrow, and then I’ll need your help to get it back here,” he told me.
“Okay, sounds good.”
“What did you two do all day? Missed me?”
“A whole lot,” I replied, my cheeks turning pink at the way he grinned at me.
I had never imagined that I could love him even more than I did in the beginning, and with every day that passed, my love for him grew.
“I finished his bed. It was a good idea making it much bigger so he won’t ever grow out of it.”
Balto would be a big dog when he’s fully grown, and we had underestimated how fast he’d grow from the day we got him as a small puppy from the shelter.
“Looks cozy. Think he’ll go down for a little nap before I prepare dinner for all of us?” Fennec asked.
I looked down at Balto and shrugged. “Hopefully.”
Fen chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then nodded toward the front door of our cabin.
It turned out to be a fairly big one, with two decent sized bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room area, and a bathroom.
We turned the second bedroom into Balto’s room with all his bones and toys in it, and now we could finally put his big boy bed in there so he wouldn’t have to sleep in bed with us anymore.
It was already crowded, and he had still a few inches to grow.
I turned and headed inside with Balto on one arm, carrying his bed with my other hand.
Once I set both down, he immediately inspected his new bed and sat down on it as if to tell me he was ready to take a nap.
I had played with him all day, throwing his beloved tennis ball for him to fetch.
I knelt next to him and put his favorite stuffed animal onto his bed, then I scratched the spot behind his ear and gave him a kiss. “Sleep tight, sleepyhead. I’ll wake you for dinner,” I told him, then I left the room and closed the door without him worrying or howling at me for leaving him alone.
“I hope he’ll stay this calm when he gets older. Like Sitka. She was a very good dog,” Fennec said as he put the hares and squirrels onto the table in the kitchen.
“I’m sure he will. He’s already well behaved, expect when he chews on my boots.”
“Guess he likes them,” Fen said, reaching for my hand and pulling me closer to him.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, running my hands into his hair which had grown longer in the past year.
I cut a few inches months ago, but they grew back quickly, which didn’t bother me.
I loved his hair long. Made him look more handsome than he already was.
“Have you been doing okay today?” he asked, caressing my back and slowly walking backward toward our bedroom.
“I’ve been great. You?”
Checking in on each other’s mental health had become a habit, and whenever there was something wrong, we talked about it and tried to help each other out the best we could.
Taking Mrs. Irvine’s medication was slowly starting to become an eventuality, and although we took it regularly when we first came here, we didn’t feel the need to take it daily.
We were getting better, and our changes showed every day.
“I’ve been great,” he repeated my words, smiling and letting me down onto the bed as I hit the side of it with the back of my legs.
He leaned over me, pushing my legs apart and positioning himself between them comfortably, with his right elbow propped up next to my head.
“I missed you,” he whispered, brushing his nose against mine.
“I missed you too,” I replied, placing both hands on his sweater and pulling at it gently, hinting for him to take it off.
Once he did, he kissed my lips and cupped my jaw with his left hand, pushing his crotch against mine.
He deepened the kiss by tilting my head to the side and brushing his tongue against my bottom lip.
After opening up to him, I let him have full control over the kiss, feeling his tongue move around mine and play with each other, making my pussy clench and the heat rise.
I moaned when I felt his hardness press against me, and I started to circle my hips to feel more of him.
He moved his hand from my jaw down to my hip, pushing my sweater up and caressing my belly before pushing his hand into my pants.
Massaging my clit, he continued to kiss me passionately while I brushed along his stomach, feeling every muscle flex underneath my touch.
“So wet. Just how I like it,” he groaned, sliding two fingers through my slit before pushing them inside my tightness.
I moaned, arching my back.
He lifted his head to look at me, and with his eyes on mine, he started to move his fingers faster in and out of me.
“Too damn bad you’re not on your period today,” he said, making me smile.
I have learned to love his kinks, and no matter how gross they were to others, I never judged him for the things he wanted to do to me, or vice versa.
It was exciting, knowing that there were so many more things to explore with Fennec.
“Soon,” I replied. “You can still taste my pussy,” I added, knowing that he enjoyed it when I talked like this.
He grinned, then muttered a curse and pulled his fingers out to taste them.
I watched him suck and lick his fingers, then he pulled them out and pushed them back into my pants to get some more of my juices on them.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Clench that pussy around my fingers the same way you will do with my dick.”
I was already longing for his cock, wanting him to stretch me and make me come in a way only he could.
I arched my back again, feeling his thumb now rubbing my clit in slow circles.
“Tell me what you want, Ves.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed, fisting his hair at the back of his head tightly with one hand and grabbing onto his shoulder with my other.
“Please,” I begged, moving my hips to get his fingers deeper inside of me.
He pulled them out shortly after, and without ever leaving me, he took off his pants and boxer briefs to then straddle me and move up until the tip of his cock brushed along my lips.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, sweet girl,” he ordered.
He had done this before, and it was hard for me to move underneath him, holding my head in place with one hand while positioning his cock at my mouth with the other.
“Show me how much you love to suck my dick, Ves.”
I opened my mouth and let him slide his shaft inside my mouth while I looked up at him, kneeling over me.
My tongue moved along his length as he pushed it deeper down my throat, and once it hit the back of it, he gripped my hair at the top of my head and moved it up and down.
I had no way to escape, but there was no way I ever would.
“Keep going,” he encouraged, my eyes watering from the lack of air getting to my lungs.
He had choked me during sex before, but no matter what he did to me, I loved every second of it.
There was nothing he could do to scare me away, and I had learned so many things about myself, things I never thought I’d like.
When I closed my eyes, he pulled himself out of my mouth and moved back to lean in and kiss me, letting his saliva mix with mine before he trailed kisses all the way down to my stomach, lifting up my sweater to have better access to my skin.