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His Wife Seduced

His Flesh Devoured

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Part two of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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However, it just didn't feel right to Lena to stay in the apartment when the wolf was living with his pack. Sure, he was around a lot, but he had obligations to take care of there, which meant his work in the city had to be set aside, at least for a time.

“I'm leaving this behind," she said, standing before her wolf alpha one day, already having started taking care of all she needed to. “I'm not living here anymore, I'm coming with you. We can sell this place, it'll take care of us for a long time and, well…Miles. He can serve the pack. It's a more useful place for him anyway."

Myst rumbled a pleased growl, licking his lips as he drew Lena passionately to him, right there in the hallway, for a deep kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, Miles elsewhere and not even privy to his fate being decided for him, and they kissed wetly, though there was no question as to which of them was in control. It would always be the wolf.

“Mmmm, I would have nothing less than you," he rumbled softly, tucking her hair back behind her ear, “for the rest of my life. But we do not need money where we are going, you know this already."

And that was just how Lena ended up living with Myst in his large cabin, him the alpha of the wolf pack and her the high-ranking consort of him. Miles, well… His life changed again. It had been enough of a twist in his life to find his wife stolen by a wolf anthro, but it was another shake-up entirely to be used by the she-wolves of the pack as nothing more than a sex toy.

It didn't take long, a couple of days at most, before the she-wolves had him as they wanted him. He struggled and squirmed the first few times, trying to get back to Lena, but it was not as if she even had the time for him anymore, no, not at all. She was busy with her alpha wolf, when she was not integrating herself into the ways of the pack and learning from them, and had little to no time for him anymore.

“No, please…"

“Oh, quiet your squealing, scrap," a red-furred wolf said, leaning over him with a grin as she held his arms down, another helping to pin him to the ground near the fire by holding his legs. “Morsels like you… They are useful…"

She slipped to speaking in her native tongue and Miles cried out – though he didn't get the chance to do anything more as a wolfess sat on his face. He didn't know who it was and didn't need to either, not as they demanded service from him.

Of course, he resisted…but not very hard. It was just easy to feel weak and overpowered by them, wriggling and whimpering as they held him down, someone occasionally playing with the chastity device. A wolfess rattled her claws along it, sending a very strange, rolling reverberation into his crotch, and he groaned into the wolf's pussy, her juices drooling thickly over his chin.

Slowly, however…he got into servicing them. It was easy, really, and all he had to do was lick. It was harder, of course, when he was on all fours another time, another day, his head buried in a wolfess' crotch, and a less high-ranking male in the pack came up behind him. He was unprotected and the tip of the wolf's tapered cock ground against his backside, smearing pre-cum in his wake.

He struggled and tried to pull back, but the she-wolf dragged his head back down, pain ripping through him as his anal ring was spread open for the very first time. Miles moaned into the she-wolf's pussy as his backside was stretched, though all he could do was sink into the moment, confused pleasure mingling with pain.

It bit and it snarled and he couldn't do anything about it, not even as his first anal experience blended into another and then another. Days melded into one another and, even though he learned to take the stretch and obey his use, it was not the home or the life he was used to.

And, every night, he returned to Lena and the alpha male of the pack, down on his knees before them to ensure they were serviced, that he was there for them, that their needs were taken care of. If he wasn't going to leave the pack, Miles honestly didn't see any other way for his life to be, no, but he didn't want to be without Lena.

So…he learned to suck cock. He learned to eat out the she-wolves. He kneeled before his dominant partner and her loving mate every night. Miles just let everyone do what they wanted to him, not having to think, only having to do what he was ordered to.

It was easier that way, no job to worry about, a simpler kind of life.

It was a rough existence, despite being well-fed, even if he didn't know just how the wolves were plumping him up, the ointments, derived from natural materials, they rubbed on his skin designed to make him softer and more yielding, so his body was better for them. He dimly knew what happened to male elves and noticed a few of them around for a while, then disappearing…but it wasn't really a fear in his mind.

One thing that changed about his body, with all he was fed, was the extra, soft layers of fat – and the size of his genitals. His shaft thickened within the cage and his balls swelled, fat and heavy, swinging back and forth when he walked or when he was fucked. Maybe Lena would have liked him better, before, if he'd had a cock and balls just like that, though it was impossible for him to say.

It didn't matter anymore.

Lena blinked, coming out into daylight again from Myst's cabin, though she used his given name more often than not those days, after what seemed like a long time. After being with the pack for a few days, she'd lost track of Miles, though who could have blamed her with a fresh load of wolf seed in her pussy. She dressed simply, though she did not have to, a banded top covering only her breasts while a skirt adorned her lower half without underwear, and headed out to explore.

Yet Lena didn't have to look for very long, her alpha sleeping off their last round of sex back in the cabin, before she came across Miles. She stood back from the scene, fascinated, her husband – was he still her husband? – surrounded by wolves. He seemed to have something of a fan club there, so to speak, a wolf ramming into him from behind as he grunted into a she-wolf's pussy.

“Unff… Nngghh… Mmmph…"

His groans may have been muffled, but they were there, his face hidden as he clearly ate out the wolf, the male ramming into him with brutal force, holding on to Miles' hips to make sure not an inch of his dick remained outside his apparently tight tail hole for a moment longer than necessary. Lena could not help but watch him down there, on his hands and knees, her eyes riveted on how his cage bounced and jiggled with every thrust, evidently putting even more pressure on his trapped genitals.

She laughed lightly, folding her arms lightly across her chest. It wasn't as if they were being used anyway. She shook her head at how the female wolf dug her fingers into his hair, twisting the strands around her paw where his hair had got longer, dragging his head back from her pussy in a splatter of drool and feminine arousal.

Lena had not yet learned their native language (she would), but she didn't need to know what was being said as another male wolf, a black anthro with no grey on him at all, stepped forward, a hard, throbbing prick at the ready. Miles, of course, didn't get any say in the matter as the wolf took care of his own needs, using her husband's mouth as nothing more than a hole to fucked.

“Nnnngghhh…"

Miles' groan softened around the cock holding his mouth open, eyelashes fluttering, though Lena didn't think he was all that much present in the moment. He looked like he was somewhere else as a huge bulge swelled down his throat, the impotent elf used and abused, though in his rightful place at last.

How well he has adapted to life here, she thought with a subtle shake of her head. He's changed so much.

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And yet she was proud of him, how far he'd come, his throat easing around the cock in his throat as it rammed deep. He didn't even gag around it as his moans softened, a rhythmic slapping filling the air as the wolf's nuts bounced against his chin, only accompanied by the similar sound of the other wolf's balls jostling off Miles' ass with every stroke of his cock. Double-penetrated and taken from both ends, he held himself up well as a toy to be used, gulping around the cock in his mouth while his backside swallowed up every inch that was crammed, greedily, into him.

Wet sounds slopped from his mouth as he drooled around that cock, though the wolf pumped in and out of the slick mess with ease, seemingly finding no resistance at all, even as he rammed into Miles' throat. If she hadn't wanted to interrupt the scene, Lena might have whistled, though she watched, transfixed, as the wolfess kept Miles' head up, her tight grip on his hair putting his neck at the right angle but a vicious angle for the wolf to take his pleasure from Miles' mouth.

It may have been mid-afternoon, but the day eased down in the cooler breaths of Autumn as she inhaled deeply, something cooking on a fire nearby. That could have been one of the male elves, the boys, that another wolfess had decided was due to be cooked, as they'd been fattening some of them up for quite a while. Her stomach growled, though she had not partaken in that manner of meat yet.

The wolf snarled, hammering in viciously as his knot swelled but outside Miles' lips, so the next wolf could still use him. He climaxed hard, head thrown back in a howl, releasing his load as the she-wolf gave Miles a momentary respite and released his head.

Miles heaved and gulped for air, grateful, clearly, to have those moments, yet he did not gag or choke still, his eyes shining with devotion. Wolf seed poured from his gasping mouth for only a few moments before she wound his hair in her fist again and yanked his head back to allow the next wolf, waiting there already, to plunge his cock into the elf's mouth.

“Mmph!"

He didn't resist, not even then, that cock sinking home deeply and forming another bulge in Miles' throat, working its way back and forth while the wolf to the elf's back plunged into his backside. He worked more furiously, hips pumping with single-minded determination, close to the edge as he ground in viciously.

Yet the most surprising thing of all was how Miles reacted, suddenly shaking and shuddering, a reverberation going through him as he ejaculated – even with the chastity cage in place! Involuntarily spilling his seed to the ground, wasted, it soaked into the earth beyond the grass, his body only worth as much as the wolves determined it to have.

Lena could only imagine how he felt, the shame at being humiliated such, sodomised in public and loving every second, clearly. After all, his body would not have responded like that otherwise, she had to say. Shaking her head, she sighed, leaning on a tree, splaying her fingers over the smooth bark.

“How could I ever have been happy with him?" Lena said softly, not expecting anyone to hear. “With an alpha here, my alpha? They give me so much more… And what did Miles ever give me?"

Miles, however, returned to her that night, in the cabin, staggering in and whimpering softly. Lena merely spread her legs from where she was lying on the bed, cuddled into Myst's chest, allowing him to readily perform his nightly duty of cleaning up wolf seed from her bare pussy. Of course, she still kept her pussy bare of any hair, for both she and Myst liked it better that way. Unlike in the earlier days, before they'd moved, Miles didn't need any encouragement to eat her out of the wolf's cum.

Miles lost himself there, not knowing he'd been watched earlier, lapping up deeply into her pussy as he ate out the wolf's cum, the thick, musky taste of it coming even more heavily than before. He moaned into her sex, nothing else existing, his cock throbbing within the confines of the chastity cage, though he didn't worry about his own climax. It came sometimes but, otherwise, was in the hands of those better-placed to control him.

He didn't realise how far he'd fallen, even if his wife did completely. She had not been the one who'd needed encouragement within the pack but him, indoctrination working deeply within his soft, plump body, primed by the she-wolves to become what they needed him to be.

Lena smiled down at him, her hand resting gently on his head as she exchanged a look with her alpha. His future was out of her husband's hand and, soon, she was sure he would not even be her husband anymore either. She'd spoken with the she-wolves a little more about their fondness for cooking (most often roasting) submissive male elves and the delicacies of the flesh that were consumed by them. Miles had only been fed the standard diet for a male elf in the pack, but he had taken to it well already, plump and fattened, yet not obese.

Her power, the wolves' power, over him was complete, something that could never be turned back. And Miles knew it too…

A few days later, in the early light of dawn, Lena exhaled softly, wolf cum leaking from her pussy as she relaxed in the afterglow with her alpha. She didn't bother dressing that time, as he slipped into sleep again, for she wanted to display herself proudly, that she had been bred and taken, as was her right as his consort. Why should she ever hide herself?

The soft morning light was prime time for the wolves to be active, often preferring to sleep and relax during the day, the best times for hunting in the dark of the night. However, there was someone who was not in bed with her she needed to check on, if only to see what he was doing.

Miles was to be found on his back, being used by the she-wolves, bound with his arms and legs stretched out, so they could use him without anything getting in the way of their enjoyment of him. The she-wolf riding his face had her head tipped back in pleasure, euphoric, and the other wolves dipped their fingers in paint they made themselves to draw intricate designs on his body.

Lena watched, though it looked like they were just having fun on him, not drawing the designs for any purpose or ritual, no. A soft, breathy laugh tickled her lips as he slurped up into the wolf's pussy, lapping up and over her clit, clearly well-versed by that time in pleasing them. He worshipped as if he was born to do it, yet a male wolf strode in too, lifting Miles' legs, where they were bound, straight up so he could get to his pucker.

His hard cock ground in as Miles was sodomised, though, that time, Lena didn't catch any cries from him, not at all. He just went along with it was as he was brutally and crudely sodomised, his anal passage willingly accepting yet another cock as he was roughly mounted.

It was the best way for him to be made use of, really, with a she-wolf riding his arousal-slick face while the male took his ass, his caged cock bouncing all over his crotch, drooling a slick smear of pre-cum.

“Ah – Lena!"

A wolfess she had got to know, Ahria, came to her and embraced the elf woman. Lena leaned into her touch, a warm smile pulling at her lips.

“Ah, Ahria… I'm so glad I ran into you…"

They chatted and relaxed, heading off to find food and drink to start the day, though Lena didn't once look back at her husband, the Elven male being well taken care of already. She never had to worry about his well-being when he was in the paws of the pack.

However, it was not so much that all good things had to end but more that things had to change sooner or later. Lena moaned, some days later, riding her alpha as her hips bucked and ground, intent on taking every inch of his thick cock into her wanton pussy. They'd chosen a tent to relax in that time, enjoying the fresh tickle of the open air, though orgasm ripped through her with such force that her vision shivered, blinking away tears of bliss.

As orgasm crashed over her, bliss swamped her body, his cock throbbing and spending his load inside her as her vision blurred and she looked out beyond the open flap of the tent. Her head swirled with need, light-headed and on the verge of passing out, but she held on, wavering as she caught sight of a wolf holding her husband's hair.

Mmm…

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It looked like he was being held for servicing, but something was different about that time. As she watched, from a distance, Miles squirmed, wriggling back and forth as something sharp and pointed emerged from his mouth.

She sucked in a breath, still impaled on her alpha's cock, his hardness remaining rammed up inside her.

Oh.

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It was finally happening… Her husband's devouring. Yet the wolves had a penchant for cooked meat and, no matter how Miles squirmed, he wasn't about to escape his fate.

The spit gleamed with a mark of blood and saliva, though he didn't seem to fight it too much; maybe they'd used some numbing herbs on his body and mind to make the experience easier for him? It didn't look natural, like it was all a dream, and she blinked, trying to clear her vision.

She had to see, even if it meant leaving her alpha there for the moment to relax. Kissing his muzzle, she rose, sliding off his cock and slipping outside to the fire pit where her husband and a ring of wolves resided, completely naked.

One of the she-wolves smiled at her and offered her paw, which Lena took, giving it a friendly squeeze.

“He will be delicious, Lena," she said, her voice deep and gravelly. “What a fine elf to fill our bellies."

She nodded, though could not deny how her heart pounded, his body impaled as they laid him in a big tub, painting his body with marinades. The brushes rasped softly over his body, his arms and legs bound with his arms tucked in close to his body and his ankles crossed over one another, smearing him in red pastes of the local herbs and spices.

It was beautiful, in the late afternoon, moving into evening, the setting sun painting his body in rich hues, just like the marinade. Behind him, as they slathered him thickly, the fire pit waited, coals glowing red-hot in the base, two prongs rising on either side of it.

That was where the spit would rest. Yet there was on comfort for Miles in the slightest as his genitals were giving a special helping of the marinade.

Finally, he would be cooked and eaten, a helpless player in the act of his own fate. His eyes gleamed, wide and staring, but Lena didn't move to help him, her head cocked curiously as she watched.

One of the she-wolves, a friend, tenderly took the key from around her neck, where it had remained, and placed it in her hands.

“It is time, Lena," she said softly, eyes gleaming. “He will be delicious, every bite of him worth the wait."

Lena smiled.

“I would be glad to."

She took charge of unlocking his chastity cage, the honour of removing it hers and hers alone. It would both be the first and the last time she removed it, for his life would not last the devouring, of course.

Patting her former husband on the head as if he was no more than a pet to her, she ran her fingers softly down his cheek. Yet she wanted to see what was about to happen to him, taking his cage in hand and tilting it slightly to get to the lock. The key slid in easily, turning – and then the lock released, allowing her to slide the cage off, with some difficulty, from his plumper cock. He could have done with a bigger chastity device, in all fairness, as the wolves had fed him specifically to grow his genitals, though his comfort had never been paramount there.

After all, Miles was only a male elf.

With the cage off, Miles wriggled and moaned, though didn't look as if he was truly seeing what was around him. How much was he even aware of? Lena found she didn't care all that much either, for he was nothing more than meat then, and that was all he had ever been meant to be.

With his fat cock engorged and swollen, forced hard by whatever they had fed him, the wolves slathered it even more thickly in the marinade, adding more spices and herbs, ignoring how they prickled and tingled into his flesh, reacting with his skin. Even Lena caught herself drooling, her mouth watery with saliva, for he simply looked delectable, like the most mouth-watering meal she could ever have imagined.

“Mmm…"

She hummed softly under her breath as the wolves more openly drooled, licking their lips with a wet, smacking sound. Two wolves took each end of the spit, hoisting him up over the pit where he could be turned on the spit by a handle at the end. As the spit penetrated all the way through him, it had enough of a hold on his body to keep him turning without the elf male slipping and sliding on it, the weight of his body tugging him around.

With one wolf on the handle, they rotated him, turning him around and around, his flesh darkening slowly as the heat worked its way into his flesh. Although he was there, still in his mind, Miles felt everything differently.

Relief from having the chastity cage off seeped through him, though he knew it was the end. Detached from himself, he turned and turned, briefly seeing the sunset and then the wolves around him – and then finally the hot coals glowing under him. The heat licked at his skin like the tongues of the wolves, though he didn't really consider it, not as the burning, biting heat clawed its way into his body.

As he rotated, he roasted, struggling a little, his body still reacting instinctively to the pain he could feel. Only, it was not as bad as it may have been, a dull throbbing emanating throughout his body from where the spit went through him, though the horror of that came with a softer edge to it.

Miles didn't need to explain how he felt, however, not with the wolves surrounding him. He didn't see his wife watching.

And Lena was right there as the wolves continued to baste him in the marinade, the sauce hissing as some droplets splattered down into the coals. In a way, they soothed the burn of the fire and brought a fresh flare of spicy heat to his skin, the elf wriggling and twisting, though there was nowhere for him to go.

Lena bit her lip as his hugely swollen genitals flopped from one side to the other, bringing a warm, searing rise of arousal to her body. It was as if she hadn't just had sex with her alpha, her life mate, no… Not when she was that turned on, inexplicably so, by the sight of her former husband being basted and roasted.

“Mmm… He looks wonderful…"

The words slipped by her lips as she watched his balls tug to the side yet again, so heavy and full. She only wished she had touched them recently, so she could really imagine the weight of them, how they were going to please the wolves as soon as they were snapped up by their ravenous maws.

There were so many tactile sensations she'd lose but the visual lust was more than enough for her, his cock jiggling, the head gleaming with marinade mixing with pre-cum. Lena let out a soft coo of amazement that Miles was even able to become aroused at such a time, though it was likely out of his control.

As was the rest of his life.

“Nnnnggghhhh…"

He groaned before them, his eyelids twitching, moans filling the air. Though the she-wolves only chuckled and murmured to one another, switching between their language and the one Lena could understand, though the elf was still learning.

“Oh, what a wondrous meal he'll be."

More and more wolves gathered there, delighting in the life roasting, how his twitches and struggles continued, his skin darkening, layer upon layer of his skin cooking, slowly but surely. Lena stared, unable to take her eyes off everything playing out before her, watching as he shuddered, though she was more than warm enough near the fire as she sat comfortably to bask in the heat of his roasting.

Miles seemed to meet her eyes and Lena winked, licking her lips. She'd never know if he caught that look or not, though it ceased to matter.

His shaft swelled more, fully hard as he cooked, flush with blood and rising to the tantalising prickle of the spices coating him. She didn't expect that but, as she watched, that little gleam of pre-cum, which tried to evaporate every time it bubbled up, came increasingly thickly, even standing out through the thick sauce they were still pouring over him, making sure the elf tasted his best when he was eaten.

“Unff… Nngghhh…"

Weakly, Miles moaned, barely in his right mind, though he was not dizzy from the turning spit, no. His stomach lurched and his toes curled, trying to flinch away from the heat – but there was something else going on with his cock.

It throbbed and pulsed, as if every drop of blood in his body was pouring into it, making it extra sensitive. It swelled and ached and he moaned aloud, though didn't really hear himself either.

“Mmmm…"

He just turned and turned, his world narrowing to one of pain. Until unbidden ecstasy flooded him, his cock jerking and twitching, bobbing and swaying as he was rotated on the spit.

The wolves cheered, seeing his closeness to readiness, his flesh perfectly tender – yet not overcooked. Still, it was the first time Lena was seeing everything, eyes wide open in wonder at how everything played out with him turning and turn, a splatter of cum arcing through the air. Lena sucked in a breath as she watched his cock ejaculate, his body shuddering convulsively, the elf male no longer in control of his body. It took her breath away, quite literally, as he spent his seed, all in a way she could never have anticipated, cum splattering down into the coals as they hissed and crackled in the heat.

“Ohhhh…"

“It's wonderful when that happens," a she-wolf said happily, sitting up straighter, her jaws hanging open to show the plethora of drool spilling from her maw. “Mmm… Oh, he will be more delicious for that, his balls are so fat…"

Lena nodded faintly, though was more overtaken by the sight of her husband, how perfectly sexual he was in that moment – how he'd been meant to be, always. He had never been an alpha, never dominant, never as she'd needed.

Now, he was in his rightful place, twitching and struggling, eyelids twitching as he neared the end of his roasting. Not that Miles understood that, drifting in a deeply subservient state, meat for the predators who could make better use of his body than he ever had.

“Congratulations on becoming a member of the pack," her friend said, clasping her shoulder. “Your gift is well received, along with his sacrifice. Thank you, Lena, for the meal we are about to eat."

She nodded and smiled yet her feelings towards her pack transcended words. So, she said nothing more as her former husband was taken from the heat, still alive as he twitched, moaning aloud. The groans that rose from his lips could have been a death rattle if not for his lungs still inhaling and exhaling, dragging in a tiny bit of air, just as if his body was fighting to keep itself alive: regardless of all hope being lost.

Miles was meat and meat alone, no longer an elf, not a person. Laid on his back, the spit still inside him, he was dimly aware of shapes moving ahead of him, a paler shape than the rest denoting his wife. His heart leapt for her, though there was little strength in his body still, so he could do more than that, only moaning.

Handed the knife to take the first cut and the most important one, Lena reverently accepted the honour of removing his manhood. As the knife bit into the base of his cock first, he shuddered and moaned, rocking back and forth, trying to fight, though Miles barely managed to move at all.

“Nffff… Mmmph…"

“He will not protest for long."

Lena nodded, though his protests didn't land with her: it was just as if she was carving up a roast on the table. Her former husband hadn't been seen as a person, to her, for quite some time. So, she carefully sliced off his cock at the base, capturing its delicious essence and flavour, then moving to his nuts.

Deliberately, she captured both balls within their sack, and placed them on a large, flat leaf, ready to be served, refusing when the wolves offered her the treat.

“Oh, no…"

Instead, Lena ensured the treat went to the highest-ranking priestess of the pack, a renowned, wise she-wolf: the noblest of gifts the elf woman could ever have offered her.

Yet the grand scene came in the pack devouring the male elf, his twitching struggles fading more and more as they fed on him in order of hierarchy, though some wolves resided at the same level of important in the pack structure. Their teeth sank into his flesh, ripping fat from his body and digging into him more deeply to tear out strips of muscle, the light in his eyes fading increasingly.

Lena watched it all, there to the very end, even when they cracked open his ribs in a less than civilised fashion (for Elven society) to feast on him more deeply, carving into his midsection to get at the rich, fatty liver and his other organs. Some focused their attention on his legs, turning him on to his side so they could reach his calves and the backs of his thighs, savouring the marinade with snarls and low, feasting moans.

His end had come and Miles numbed all over as the pain faded, his body soft and comfortable. Everything was okay, and he had a sense of purpose, a sense of being. He was doing all he needed to in the world, serving the needs of others, and he let out his last breath as his eyes dulled, remaining open, the odd sensation of teeth tugging and pulling at him slipping away without pain – at least in his final moments.

Used up, defenceless, Miles slipped away. And his death was a non-event, for he was no more than a meal: a delicious meal to the wolves but no more than that, most certainly.

Lena pressed her fingers to her lips, slowly sucking off the marinade from them as she watched the wolves tear into their meal, no longer seeing her former husband there, not even in the shape of his body. Every inch of him, down to the bones, was devoured, for nothing was to go to waste in the pack, even if parts of him were more coveted than others.

She took a breath, something settling inside her.

She had found her place in the back. And Miles had found his place too.

In their stomachs.