White chuckles and steps around both Racheria and the table, walking towards the far Western side of the large window as he gazes at the floorboards.

"If you can hear it, you have better ears than I do. Ah, here we are."

He replies, crouching down and pressing on a knot in a board then pulling the large panel into its' vertical position. He glances over at Racheria and grins at the sight of her jaw wide open from surprise.

"What, where did you think I kept it? In the walls?" He holds out his paw as he stands straight up with one footpaw on the first step down into the dark below. "Rather, it's where I should be."

Racheria snorts softly and walks with a steady gait to him, grasping his paw with her own. He nods and walks steadily down the multitude of steps with her in tow down, slapping a little panel on the small right-hand breaker wall with his paw. The rooms slowly brighten from lights mounted in the edge of the walls, revealing the simple descending stairs within a small, unmarked room surrounded by concrete on the South and West, an open but unedged doorway to the East, and a gray plaster wall to the North. Racheria passes White and walks through the doorway then stops, looking around the room at the washing machines and the foggy glass enclosure.

"Just one more room, my dear."

He whispers against her ear as he silently walks past her, guiding their way past the enclosure and washing machines to the Southwest corner of the washroom, where behind the sliding door hides a Westward room. He slides open the door and walks inside, releasing her paw to turn around and swing his arm out at the room's occupants. A large chest lies at the foot of Queen size bed centered against the Northern wall, with a pair of bedstands on each side, one bearing a wood carved lamp. The Western wall holds a small desk and a large bookshelf filled with texts of various styles and sizes, while a solid door guards a portion of the Southwest side. The gray plaster wall to the South holds a massive clothing wardrobe with several pictures taped to the wood surface, most of people.

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Racheria gasps softly at the scale of the room, approaching the bed with dark sheets lain flat over the mattress. She reaches out and almost touches the surface then stops, mesmerized by the material just beneath her palm. White reaches his own paw out from behind her and touches her arm, gliding up the long sleeve and down her side with ghost-like touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps along her skin.

"We need to get this off you. It looks too restricting for our next activities."

He says in a low, deep rumble, slipping a finger underneath the shirt edge then doing the same with his other paw. He slowly raises the shirt bottom up from her hips, brushing his paws softly against her sides with a blaze of heat following his touch within her skin. He shifts closer against her back and brushes his hips with hers, the firm bulge sending a jolt of lightning through her oversensitive nerves, followed by a heated moan as he shifts his grip to the front of her chest and brushes the material over her breasts.

She raises her arms above her head as he pulls the shirt up faster, tilting her head back to slip through. She shivers slightly at the cool air against her fur, hardening her nipples until they could cut diamond with a touch as he drops her shirt to the ground. She turns and holds her paws behind her head while she looks up at him, arcing her unclothed upper body before his burning sight.

"... Are you just going to stare?"

She asks, jolting him from his reverie to reveal a sexy smirk.

"I honestly should. The beautiful figure before me deserves to be seen, but sadly I have to move it."

He replies in a rumbling mock sad voice, undoing the button and fly on his fatigues then dropping them to the floor, revealing his erection and taking a step towards her. She lowered her arms just as he stands right in front of her, staring into his eyes.

The icy gaze holds a cold fire within as she steps back and bumps the back of her legs against the chest, falling back onto the bed. He slowly leans over her body and cages her within his wide spread arms on the bed, then drags his left paw through the center of her chest and cups one of her breasts with a feather light touch. The touch releases the floodgate of her pleasure as she cries out loudly, the heat within her belly spreading throughout her body as her belly tightens, her vision slowly blackening out.

Aftershocks rattle through her body as the orgasm ever so slowly winds down, feeling her pulse through her petals without touching them.

White glides his left paw down along her body, sliding it down over her pants' waistline then cupping her soaking mound with his paw. She immediately lifts her hips and grinds against his paw through the material, a cloying dampness spreading over to his paw while a heady scent fills the air. She quietly moans as he watches her eyes flutter open slowly, a light red glow spreading from her eyes highlighting the features of her face.

"It's been a long time since you've felt this, hasn't it Rach?"

He asks, stroking her slit through the material with his index finger, feeling the throb of her pulse through the pants.

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"Screw you."

Racheria replies without heat, a groan of loss escaping her as he moves his paw to her fly.

"Don't stop. Please..."

She begs, turning her head to the side with half-shut eyes as he slowly grips the fly and pulls it down with a rapid buzzing noise.

She wiggles her hips to slide partially out of her now open pants, feeling restricted by the press of the protective material against her fur. With a groaning rumble, he leans back and drags his right paw back down to her waistline and curls his finger into the band. She turns her head and looks up at his, seeing the question within his eyes as he holds completely still. She slowly moves her paws down to his and nods, gently covering the top of his paw with her palm.

"Come on White, don't make a lady wait."

She quips huskily, sliding both her pants and his paws a little bit further down her hips. He chuckles and slides his arms down with her pants until he reaches the base of her legs, stopping and leaning his head down to softly kiss from her belly to her mons. She writhes against his head as he continues to ever so slowly peel her clothing off, every inch further flaming up from his oral caress. She releases her grip on his paws in favor of his head kissing and blowing air against her folds, holding on his head to ground her hips against in a silent beg for him to dive deeper into her folds.

He releases his grip on her pants and starts untying her right hiker boot, peeling it off with a steady slide and setting it down on the hard ground. He follows suit with the other one and massages her foot, then slips her pants off her legs completely and drapes them on the edge of the chest. With a rumbling growl he clasps her hips and teasingly parts her lips with a slow tongue stroke, tasting her flavor then drawing his body back up.

"Now we can begin. I only hope you taste even better after another release."

He says, glancing at her with a slow draw of his tongue over his lips. She shudders in anticipation, but finding the words to urge him faster fade away as he slowly slides his fingertips down towards her core.

'Damn tease!'

She thinks, her fur tingling as he grasps her legs and eases them apart while he leans down over her chest. A gasp escapes her as his lips press softly against the top of her slit, shocks of pleasure flowing from where his tongue touches just inside her channel. He swipes his tongue across her twitching, sensitive walls, teasing out and tasting her liquid desire then flicking her peeking bud with the tip as he draws away.

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White nibbles softly on the side of her glistening folds, then captures her exposed clit within his teeth and mixes slow strokes with quick lashes against it with his tongue. Her soft trembling warn him of her approaching orgasm as he continues to lash her bud viciously, gliding his left paw underneath his muzzle then drawing one finger down along the line of her pussy.

'That's it, come for me.'

He thinks as a heavy vibration rolls through her body while he presses his fingertip inside of her folds, releasing her clit only to plunge two digits into her channel. She bucks against him as her walls clamp down on the offending extremities, gripping against his now arousal-smeared digit and tongue as he drags them back then thrusts back in repeatedly. Each thrust brings a quiet moan until he slips in another, her moan growing into a wild, open mouth cry while her walls flutter along the length of his digits. Each pulse of her channel escalates her cry until it finally slows, her entire body going slack beneath his touch.

With a slight tug of sticky resistance, he pulls his fluid-splattered face and paws away from her own drenched thighs to crawl up alongside her on the bed. She slowly turns her head to look at him with half-lidded eyes slightly glazed over, snapping back into clarity as she watches him lick his fingers. He merely chuckles and sucks softly against the tip of his pointer then releases it with a pop, laying it over his right arm as he grins devilishly.

"I was right. You do taste so much sweeter."

He says, a barely noticeable blush lightening the fur underneath her eyes.

Racheria slowly shifts her right paw down along the edge of his body, sliding it over the hardened muscles hidden beneath his skin and fur. A vibrating groan encourages her further along his abs, running her paw down along his sheath softly. His animalistic member stands out against the white fur, a red spire of need and desire for her.

She slides her paw up against his length and feels the vivid pulsing of his heartbeat through the flesh, enjoying the supple yet firm texture that covers the surface. He tenses as she rubs her thumb against his rounded tip, a soft intake of breath triggering her inhibitions to continue as he closes his eyes. She stops her movements and rolls over onto her right side, watching as he breathes slowly through his lips.

"Does it hurt?"

She asks quietly, sliding her paw down to the base of his throbbing cock.

"... A bit."

He replies, a rumbling moan sounding from his chest as she slides her paw back to his tip.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She rubs his tip between two fingers as a bead of pearly liquid forms, spreading it over the sensitive tip and her fur. He rumbles louder as his eyes open up, locking onto hers within moments.

"Only if you want me to do something vigorous...."

He says as his eyes brighten with a soft, unearthly blue glow around them. She grins softly and slides a finger down along his length, then pulls her paw up along his exposed side.

".... Maybe I want you to."

She quips, sliding her leg and rolling them both over on the bed with her on top. Her paws run down along his chest to his shaft and grasps it softly, grinding her hips against it like a horny dancer in a strip club.

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White grabs her hips and pulls her up farther, enjoying the heat he feels on his cock slipping underneath her slit. He shimmies his hips slightly and hooks the tip into her folds, penetrating deep into her hot channel. A moan passes through her lips as he lifts her hips with his paws, each nerve ending along his length flaring from the velvet grip encompassing it. He holds her in the air for a moment as she looks down at him, an animalistic spark within her eyes that grows as she rotates and presses her hips down. She leans her head back as her walls clench around his shaft, teasing the nerves as she starts to ride him with a fervor.

He leans upwards and encapsulates her bouncing upper body against his, wrapping his arms around her back without holding tight. He presses ghost-like kisses down along her exposed throat, gliding down and teasing her bountiful globes with his lips as she clenches tighter and moans out loudly. He latches onto her nipple with his lips and blows against the bud, a wild cry flying from her as she grinds her hips in response.

A rumbling groan passes through his lips to her breast, the nipple hardening from the flicks of his tongue against it. Her hips start to lose force as rings of pressure clamp around his erection, his wolf ancestry expanding the base of his shaft. With a growl, he rolls her over on the bed and lifts her legs over his shoulders by his elbows, holding onto her hips and pistoning into her hot, wet channel. Broken gasps and groans fill the space as his knot swells to the size of a small ball, her walls clenching against it while she grabs at the sheets with each hard thrust.

He slips her legs down off his shoulders and leans forward, holding his chest parallel with hers in the air. She raises her arms and wraps them around his neck, tugging his head closer to hers. She lifts her head and locks her lips against his for a second then breaks off, dropping her head back down to the cool sheets as he growls softly with each thrust, his knot almost too much to pass through her petals.

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A moan broken by his thrusts flows from Racheria's lips as she glances up at his face, his eyes closed as from the tension that roils off his body. Sharp points of painful pleasure tease her at the edge of the cliff each time his knot brushes past her lips, only leaving her feeling unsatisfied with each draw back. She pulls up tight against his chest and wraps her legs around his hips as she feels his knot lodge just outside of her folds, pulsing with his heartbeat and her liquid need.

'My Regis...' She thinks as she rests her lips just by his ear, taking a slow, heavy breath and closes her eyes for a moment then pulls back and looks at his, pure desire standing bold in the partially closed, lightly shining gaze there.

"..... Do it. Make me yours," she says, pressing her hips slightly closer against his and clenching down on his bulbous knot, "And take what you want."

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'Mine.' These words echo in White's mind as he drives his hips forward in response, slowly pressing the swollen bulb on his cock past her engorged clit and tightly gripping petals, forcing her legs to spread farther apart. A soft cry escapes her mouth as his knot passes into her channel, expanding fully inside as her muscles flutter and clamp down on the sensitive tissue just behind it.

Her cry grows in volume as she cums, wringing his length as he leans back and releases a cry that overshadows her own, while his shaft throbs as pressurized jets of seed sprays from his tip, drawn deeper into her channel by her rippling walls. They both ride through the waves of their orgasm as she is slowly filled with each throb of his cock, the swollen knot holding it all in as they glide down the sensations of their high.

With a sigh, he rolls over onto his side and lies there on the sheets, unable to move away from her due to his knot. She sidles up and lays her head against his chest, a soft pleased sigh escaping as her eyes flutter closed. He calmly gazes down at her then reaches over and pulls the sheets back, slipping the material underneath their bodies then drawing it over them both, setting a large size pillow beneath their heads as a pleasant tiredness sweeps his consciousness away.

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She writhes against the hard surface that presses against her firmly in places with closed eyes, shifting slightly and causing a scraping sound to echo around. Opening her eyes and glancing around as her eyes adjust to the darkness, she pushes up and leans into her arms while taking in the rough stone walls of the familiar cavernous space.

'Why am I here? I remember being against him then falling asleep...'

She thinks, slowly rising into standing position off the slightly damp bedrock floor. A sigh passes through her lips as she raises one arm above her head, focusing the feeling of heat as flames sputter into existence above her paw and light up the now visibly massive space. Pillars of stalagmites and stalactites litter throughout the area, bypassed by small streams of flowing groundwater snaking along the floor. A wide vein of something shines in a darker spot further down the cavern's slight slope, reflecting the movement of the fire even from the distance.

Continuing to hold the flame in her paw as she lowers her arm to directly in front, she moves with steady steps around the rocky pillars towards the reflective material in the wall as a light pulse grows in her chest the closer she gets. The occasional clattering or splashing sounds out as she walks to within a few meters of the silvery reflective formation, the dull yellow-orange of her firelight thrown back at her. A steady, vibrating pulse thumps through her body as she reaches out with her other paw towards it, watching as the wall crumbles and starts to compact before her in the air with a steady rumble. After what feels like minutes, the entirety of the wall is balled tightly together before her paw and reveals a monstrous, wolf-like figure behind it, bathed in silver metal as it lies there unmoving.

Flicking her wrist to the side, she moves the massive earth clump off to the side and releases the earth with a thought, letting several thousand pounds of dirt break apart and scatter over a portion of the bedrock floor. The rumbling pulse continues to vibrate through the air, coming uninterrupted from the resting creature that was hidden away. Only.....

"So the Inheritor finally comes. The bloodlines must be nearly purged by now to force the Alpha to send his firstborn female into this."

An ancient yet powerfully rumbling voice sounds out, echoing within her head as the creature gazes at her with barely open eyes that glow a soft, encompassing blue. "And here I've lain for decades, believing that whomever comes next will not be of ancient blood."

The creature shifts its' massive head to look up at the ceiling with wide open eyes, the earthen cover glowing from the shine while it seems to watch something so distant. Racheria starts slightly at a faint resemblance the creature has to another she knows. It rumbles softly in the cavern, a sound that only vibrates in her head and not against her fur like a vocal sound would....

"Your thoughts are correct, young Dire Wolf. There are some in this world that bear a few slim traits from me millennium ago, locked far in the corners of their blood. The one near you seems to have a minuscule piece of that. But first," It turns its' head and studies her with unfathomable wisdom, "I will teach you some of my power within your dreams, young Dire Wolf. Now wake, for he is rising."

She blinks and opens her mouth to speak but the cavern is filled with black, the press of solid bands moving away from her bare back as heat radiates off a form shifting away from her. Slowly her eyes adjust to the darkness as a white shape takes up most of her view, a gentle pulse rocking her as her mind wakes up fully to the ice blue eyes that gaze at her. With a groan, she slaps a paw over her eyes and slides it down her muzzle slowly, ignoring White's curious gaze.

'Freaking perfect. Now even my dreams are being ridiculous.'

She thinks, moving her paw from her face to the sheet, pulling it back up over her head.

"Well good evening to you too, Rach."

He says, leaning his upper body up slightly from the sheets.