The nearest beach was only a short walk away, but up until now, you never fully appreciated having normal-sized limbs. What took Kamui less than half-an-hour to do would have taken you days to accomplish in your puny state.
When the two of you arrived, you were greeted by the sight of many men, women and children enjoying themselves on this warm summer day. Perfect beach weather.
Every person you came across was wearing their preferred choice of swimwear, but as far as your tiny eyes could tell, nobody was nude, which you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed in or not.
You picked a spot as close to the water as possible. Given your current size, you did not need much space, and all the wolf brought with him him was a towel, so the pair were able to fit between a human family and a transient couple.
Kamui placed the towel on the sand, than sat down on the coarse fabric. He proceeded to take off his sacred artifacts. One by one, he removed each of his gauntlets, followed by his greaves, then lastly his blade, all of which bestowed him with the power of ice. The wolf did not need them to fight, however, as his punches and kicks were more than enough to subdue most opposition.
“I love it when you strip,” you teased.
This sudden flirtation made the wolf blush. He instinctively looked around, making sure that no one heard that.
“My hero, there are children present!” he said, seemingly to himself.
“Well then, it’s a good thing they can’t hear me,” you retorted with the truth.
You were so small that your voice could only carry so far, and if it wasn’t for Kamui’s heightened sense of hearing, you probably would have been worse off than you are know.
Inside of the wolf’s ear, you were safe. The world was oblivious to your existence, and you could do or say anything your diminutive frame could manage.
That gave you an idea.
“You know what... I’m going to do some stripping myself,”
As you said that, you began to remove every article of clothing on your person, each individual piece, one after the other... until you were standing in the buff.
“My hero?” Your wording had confused Kamui, who busy stretching, loosening his large muscles.
“Kamui, give me your index finger,” you ordered, “I need this to stay here.”
The wolf did as he was told. You placed your clothing on the finger before giving him the go-ahead to take it. He looked at the digit, his keen eyes almost like a magnifying glass, going over the contents.
Kamui stopped when he reached your underwear.
“My hero!” he said, loud enough that some of his fellow beach-goers took notice of the bulky wolf talking to his finger.
You snickered, having expected that sort of reaction, “What, I had to! If I get hit by a single water droplet, I’ll be completely soaked! You don’t want me to catch a cold, do you?”
“No, of course not! It’s just...” he sighed, not wanting to question his master, “do you believe this is necessary?”
You giggled at his modesty, “What’s the matter, Kamui? Are you... nervous? Nervous that someone might see me... or that I might do something naughty?”
Kamui blushed a shade of pink bright enough that it could be seen through his silver fur. He managed to place your clothing on the towel, trying desperately to remove the image of your naked body from his brain.
You pressed said body up against his ear, knowing full well that he would feel it.
“I’ve always loved your ears...” you said seductively, “they’re so you... big... strong... always alert... always erect... just wanna put my hands on ‘em and...”
Kamui gripped the towel tight, the arousing nature of your words combined with the sensual touching of such a sensitive area forced blood to his genitals, causing an even more obvious bulge to form in his tight trunks. It’s a good thing he sat with his legs crossed.
The wolf spent his entire life in control. He was always aware of the situation at hand, keeping his emotions in ckeck so that he could make the best decision at any time, no matter the circumstance.
That was, until he met the person he crossed worlds to find... you. His hero. The one who he would serve no matter the consequence. You are the only one who could penetrate through his muscular chest and melt his icy heart.
And the thought that you found him worthy of attention drove him wild. Though he was the better fighter, your current ability and never-say-die attitude meant you had the potential to be something great, and knowing that he could be of use to you, in whatever fashion, aroused him to no end.
Still, this was not the time nor place.
“Please, master... not here...” he pleaded.
Due to the pitiful tone in his voice, you could tell that it hurt him to reject your advances. Saying no to you brings him great sorrow.
“Yeah, you’re right...” you said, sympathetic to the wolf’s plight. You wanted to say you were sorry, but that would do more harm than good. Saying that would make him feel guilty that he caused you to worry, which meant you had to take a different approach.
“It’s alright, Kamui,” you said in an effort to console him, “I value your commitment more than anything else... We’ll continue this later, ok?”
Those words did the trick.
“Of course, my hero,” he said, a modicum of optimism in his voice, before his emotions quickly subsided.
After waiting a few moments for his erection to die down, Kamui came to his feet. He began walking to the shoreline, stopping as soon as his soles touched wet sand.
“My hero, is your current position to your liking, or would you prefer to be placed somewhere else?” he asked.
You decided that you should...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
