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Chapters 14 & 15: Mine & Yours “I am yours.” The wolf signed, gesturing towards all his best features, leaving the human short of breath. ‘The Master is mine…’ The human let his eyes feast on the presentation, greedily taking a moment to appraise what was declared as his, to bask in what he'd been given. He stepped forward, bracing himself as he climbed between those legs; straddling the fuzzy tail that tickled at his sack. It was his turn to let hands roam—to show affection. It was time to prove to Master Hatchet just how grateful he really was. He leaned in closer, dedicated hands grasping at the Master's powerful thighs to steady himself. He lowered his face, gradually approaching the thick cock and knot. It was like the human's forearm, only with two fists serving as the bulbous base. He could feel the heat emanating from the silky, swollen flesh—blood pulsing below, the veins throbbing enough that the human could follow his wolf's heartbeat by sight alone. Those veins twisted and snaked their way across the tool, spider-webbing in a shade of deep-scarlet on the underside of the knot—which was nothing short of massive. ‘The entire thing is massive…’ He confessed. ‘The Master will surely tear me… but I'll heal.’ With his face close enough that his breath rolled over the needy cock, the human cast his eyes back towards the Master's. He was greeted by that bemused smile poised beneath those permissive rubies. The wolf seemed quite content with letting the human have free reign over his body. It's up to me to please him. My Master needs serving. The human felt a fire ignite within, rising to meet his task with the most unusual sense of pride. He used to hate anything like this… but now? With his Master Hatchet? He lowered his nose into the wolf's groin, dipping down to the place where the Master's sheath was pinned behind the knot—where the skin met with his hefty sack. He inhaled—sharply and with purpose—never breaking contact with those eyes as he basked in the stout scent. He shuddered, his own eyes lidding in lust, his mouth watering in wanting. The Master lifted a hand to the back of the human's head, a flash of fangs peeking from that devious smirk. The human expected to be forced down. Instead, the wolf merely scratched at the human's head, fingers circling through his hair, coaxing him on with caresses of affection before returning to his side after. There was something so instinctively rewarding about that touch of approval. There was something fulfilling about his wolf being pleased with his service. It was nice to serve such a grateful Master, but that meant the human needed to be just as thankful. He needed to show how well he could worship his hero. He wanted to earn more of that tender praise. His hands squeezed those massive thighs, sliding up the wolf's frame as fingers passed through the ebony fur. He took another deep whiff of that intoxicating smell, his digits passing over the beast’s hips as he neared that needy cock. His thumb gently grazed the sheath bunched up below the knot, a bead of pre spurting from the tip with a twitch. The human focused on that essence, grinning like a fool at receiving yet another reward for his affection—and the Master's offering was surely nothing short of a reward. His tongue extended, stealing the ripe nectar from the Master’s slit with a quick swipe of the tip. The human melted at the first true taste of his Master's potency, glancing up at the wolf for guidance. The Master flashed that smile, arching into the bed and nudging his tip against the human's lips. The human wanted nothing more than to earn even more of such a reaction, but his Master deserved patience on his part. His Master deserved so much more affection first. He planted a quick kiss on the tip before the human's hands continued their journey, fingers gliding over that deep V-shape at the wolf's waist and on up that rippled torso. He could feel the strength hidden beneath that fur. Those rocky abs made him tremble in the best way. He moved up and over his wolf, straddling the wider waist as the beast’s massive member lined up with his crack, pointing halfway up his spine. Soft hands gripped a set of firm pecs, the shape well-rounded and tough. He squeezed the muscles in admiration, his touch veering off towards those powerful biceps after. He thought his heart would beat from his very chest. He swooned so hard at the large arms, unable to even wrap both hands around one, in truth, they barely encompassed half of the bulky circumference. He leaned into the right arm, burying his face into that pillar of perfection. He rubbed his nose against it, the muscles taut, even when relaxed. Then the Master flexed for him, and before he'd even realized, the human had placed that bicep between his teeth, giving it the lightest nibble of affection. The Master shifted beneath him, dry-thrusting against his ass, clearly pleased by the act. It was the best reaction for the human. Hatchet was a Master among masters. From his massive build, to his firm touch, to his eyes of guiding ruby; he was made to be served—to be admired—to be showered with all the gifts any had to give. He was a protector, a leader, a friend. His hands felt of safety. His tongue tasted of kindness. His gaze looked from a dream. And his body reeked of strength, Oh, so much strength. Master Hatchet was a god without a gospel. How else was the human to worship him? The human dipped his nose further in, traveling along the bicep and edging towards the fuzzy armpit displayed like a meal made just for him. The Master had worked up quite a sweat on their ride home. The human would never waste such fine sustenance. His tongue went to work, nuzzling his face as deep as he could into that divot positively dripping with the Master’s masculinity. It was heady and overwhelming like cured onions and crushed garlic; yet, sharp and bitter, like gunpowder and whiskey. It reeked of a strong male in need of warm flesh, and the human was eagerly rubbing as much of that sweat as he could into himself. He wanted there to be no mistake for the other wolves with the sharp noses: everyone would know who he served now; the only one he would serve now. He'd happily bathe in such fine stink curated from his efforts. The Master pulled the human's head away; the human gasping for the breath he'd denied himself. A muzzle crashed against his lips in a blistering fever, and the human voraciously sucked the longer tongue down his throat, giving his wolf free-reign. Their muscles clashed—the wolf conquering more and more of his human, and the human desperate to offer his wolf better access. They swapped spit until the human was near dizzy with lust and lack of air; until the Master finally broke that kiss, flashing fangs in a familiar fashion. The human stared into those burning eyes with need, turning to look back at the wolf cock poised along his spine before slowly facing the Master he straddled once again. He waited, his head lowered and his stare affixed on the Master's. He lifted a single brow, asking permission. The Master smiled, and the human could see how appreciative his wolf was to be offered such a thing. His wolf nodded with approval. That was all the permission the human needed. He spun, eyeing his prize with new vigor. At this angle he could really compare their equipment, and the human was left in awe yet again at how blessed his Master truly was. The human didn't really feel he was small by any means. In fact, he was bigger than most of the guys he'd seen back in his own world—it was more that the wolf was just so much larger in every aspect that the human's dick seemed dwarfed by comparison. He pressed his humble seven inches up against his Master's mass of red-meat. The wolf was at least twice as long and nearly thrice the girth. That wasn't even counting the knot, which made the human's fist look small. The human reached his hand forward, his thumb hooked along his own flesh as his four fingers braced against his Master's. He pumped slowly up the lengths, curving his hand some to continue up Hatchet's phallus long after his own had ended. The Master bucked lightly into the motion, rubbing his cock into the human's hand. A spurt of pre shot up and rained back down between the dicks, slickening the hold. The human drew down and up again, this time, a bead of glossy pre was coaxed from the human's tip. He smeared it over them both. He stroked again, and again, happily painting them with each other's essences for a while. The friction burned hotter as their thrusts into his hand became more erratic. Finally, after the human's fingers were left a sticky, slimy mess—most of which was Hatchet's doing—he shifted his hips, and readjusted his position. He wiggled backwards over the Master's chest—the fur stimulating his achy manhood and balls. When he'd made enough room, he leaned forward to rest his chin where that massive cock sprung from the wolf's torso. It towered well-above his face, his eyes crossing as they stared at the meaty offering sprouting before him. ‘Master Hatchet always did prepare the best feasts.’ He opened his mouth, exhaling a hot breath along the base as he slowly lifted his face, letting the mast slip along his nose and lips. When the tip had nearly drawn past his face, he paused, repositioning himself so his parted lips hovered just above his wolf's puppy-maker, another needy breath of damp and hot air a prelude to the warmth his mouth had to offer his Master. The human shuddered, basking in that moment on the edge. He was about to willingly surrender himself. He was going to give himself freely to a wolf of this world—to a master… and he was so very thankful to do it. His mouth dipped, finally given unfettered freedom to do as he pleased—to serve. He swallowed his Master’s dick down to the knot in one smooth swoop; years of forced practice finally serving some use for him. = = = Hatchet bucked into the impossible warmth of that maw, gasping from being taken down to the root so quickly. Not even most wolves could do that. The human had been deliberately taking his time up to that point, and Hatchet had no reason to rush him along, but he was certainly surprised the moment those tight lips puckered around his base. It was only natural. What else was a wolf to do the first time he experienced the wonder of short-muzzled suction? The human bobbed back up, slurping his tongue across the length as it drew from his throat. He stopped at the tip, swiftly slamming his throat back down to the base, sucking harder than Hatchet knew was possible. His human was positively feral on his girth, and more skilled at servicing it than the wolf had ever realized possible. He was clearly some kind of dick-sucking deity. Hatchet howled out a gasp, thankful the human couldn't hear such an embarrassing sound. He thrust again, cursing himself for his lack of restraint. He wanted to let his human have the control here, but control over himself was something Hatchet was rapidly losing. Those lips drew tight as the human pulled the mercenary's sword from his throat again, swallowing another spurt of pre without pulling off or spilling a drop. Hatchet held his breath while the tongue swirled around his tip, frantically thinking of a way to make this as good as his human deserved it to be. He whimpered when his dick disappeared back down that tunnel, his paws curling in effort to restrain himself. His hand moved between his human's shoulders—claws trembling against the smooth skin at such incredible service. He wanted so desperately to edge those claws up higher; to grab a fistful of that dark hair and hold the summoned down on him… and he knew his discipline was fading. He was going to cave if he didn't distract himself somehow… The human pulled back up and the wolf's eyes fluttered back open. Lust and stimulation had nearly bested the seasoned warrior, but true to any hero, he found his opening just when he needed it most. And by his opening, I do mean the pink and puckered hole staring back at Hatchet just begging for a tongue… Tossing one arm over the human's waist, the wolf drew him down against his form, ensuring that ass was poised exactly where Hatchet needed it to be. The human seemed mostly unfazed, and simply complied with the guidance. Hatchet had to admit, such determined obedience was wonderfully enthralling, but the wolf wanted his mate to feel just as pampered. His human deserved any pleasure he could ever experience, and Hatchet was determined to give it to him. With his other arm, Hatchet reached between them, pulling the human's raging erection from where it was pinned into Hatchet's chest and pointing it back towards his maw. He took a moment to bask in the allure of that succulent sight before moving that hand to the back of his human's head. Running his fingers through that hair, Hatchet lowered his maw to that bountiful spread bared before him. A swoop of that wide tongue passed from the tip of the throbbing cock, over the succinct sack, and up across that sweet, puckered, human hole. And the way the summoned squirmed, and bucked, and moaned the most adorable whine around Hatchet's dick was all the encouragement he needed not to stop. = = = The human choked mid throat-full the moment his Master's tongue made that first pass. His initial reaction was to raise his head, but the Master's steady hand urged him to stay down, keeping that delicious wolf cock lodged firmly down his gullet as the human struggled against the overwhelming sensation and the very idea that anyone would ever lick him there, let alone that it could feel so incredible. Hatchet roughly drug his tongue back over the human's puckered flesh, pressing the human's head back down in clear direction. The human had to fight to remain servicing his Master, trying his best to keep performing under such unfathomable pleasure. It was the first time he'd known anything aside from pain back there. Another pass of the wolf's tongue over his dick and across his sack made the human twitch with overstimulation, but when that muscle rose higher again, all he could do was gratefully press back against the wicked tongue. That was when the Master finally entered him. The human never knew being taken could feel so fucking good. He swallowed his Master's cock again, determined to give as much pleasure as he was getting. The human was certain he didn't deserve to feel this good if Master Hatchet didn't feel even better. He was affixed on being the best hole the Master had ever drained himself in. He wanted to take every pup Hatchet could pump inside of him, no matter what it cost him. No pain was too great. ‘I want… I want to serve him with every part of me. Always. Pleasuring him is the greatest purpose I have. I'm certain, I was brought to this world for my Master. I was made to be his—to wear his collar. I was probably born just because his fat fucking dick needed the perfect bitch to rut in, one that could survive his size.’ The human rose up, his tongue dancing across the veiny flesh as he continued his worship, eager to offer his Master more than he took. Another swipe of the mercenary's tongue across his shaft made the human buck again, but the sensation only grew as the wolf took the entirety of his manhood and sack between careful fangs, positively slathering it with wild movements of the skillful maw. Just when the human thought it couldn't get much better, his Master slithered that tongue up the base of his mast, swiping up and at his entrance with a quick flick. The human thought he’d blow on the spot, his body tensing—struggling to fight off his orgasm. ‘The Master spoils me. But I won't be out-serviced.’ The human pursed his lips even tighter and thrust that cock back inside, trying to gain some ground on the thick knot at the base. He could feel it just begging to slip past his front teeth, but he also knew there was no way he could take it without hurting his Master and himself. However, that wouldn't be an issue for long. It seemed the Master finally lost his restraint, one hand moving down below that knot to squeeze as the other braced at the back of the human's skull, claws coaxing him to stay down. The human was thrilled by the development, needing no extra persuasion. He moved one of his hands to the base of the knot also, clasping it between their interlocked fingers as their hands tightened around the bulb. He pressed his lips around the cock, knowing what would come. The rush of that reality sent a jolt of fulfillment and pleasure crashing through the human, enough to make his own dick quiver expectantly in the jaws of his beast. ‘Finally, I bring him release.’ The muscular wolf tensed beneath him; musky balls drew up tightly, signaling it was time to feast. With their hands clasped over that knot, the Master's dick began rocketing shot after shot of pungent wolf cum down the human's throat—who couldn't help but scoff with smug accomplishment. ‘Food just tastes better from the Master's hand.’ With a job well-done, he let himself succumb to his own triumphant climax—painting his Master's maw yet again—riding blissfully through the high while guzzling every drop the wolf had to feed him with gratitude; letting himself get positively drunk on the perfectly potent flavor of Master Hatchet's virility. = = = Hatchet had tried to stave it off and cling to his self-control, but he blamed his lack thereof on the fact that he hadn't busted since before this entire mission had begun. When those lips drew so tightly around his base, the wolf knew there was little hope left for him. All he could do was try and ensure the summoned got just as much pleasure in return, because he deserved to feel all of it. The wolf lapped generously with his tongue, purposely rolling hot breath over that musky sack sliding around in his maw as he gave the human all the stimulation he could. When Hatchet was nearing his own orgasm, he briefly flicked at the hole again, the human tensing in response. The wolf doubled down on slathering his human with all the attention his tongue had to offer, relishing the sensation as he tipped over the edge, firing the first shot of his spunk down the velvety throat of the summoned. The human, in turn, curled his toes into the wolf's sides, clenching as he, too, was coaxed to climax. Hatchet happily drank the few spurts his human had to offer, savoring the potency of his lover. When his human unclenched, Hatchet pulled his maw off of the slobbery tool, relaxing back into his own continuous climax as his human drank Hatchet's essence with unrelenting greed. The wolf sucked in a sharp gasp a moment later. The human—still gorging himself as his grip on the knot coaxed that cock to keep spurting—started bobbing his head again, rising to the tip of Hatchet's dick just long enough for another hefty spurt of cum to fill his mouth. Hatchet could only watch in lustful awe as the human quite clearly swished the mouthful around, ensuring he tasted every part of the load he'd taken. The summoned tilted his head, just enough to look back and catch Hatchet's eye with the wolf's dick in his mouth. He swallowed, deliberately maintaining that eye-contact as another shot fired from Hatchet's tip to replace the one last taken. The wolf's head fell back with a gasp of sheer ecstasy as his human's lips dipped back to press against his throbbing knot. “Fffuuuuuuccckkk~” Hatchet practically sang out, shuddering into the depravity the summoned showed so proudly. His large hand found the back of that head again, eagerly thrusting as much of himself as he could down that throat only to fire yet another dose of pups inside. Hatchet released his knot, bringing that hand up to the human's head, gripping him with both. The human immediately shifted his own hands, using them to squeeze the knot as Hatchet began bucking into his grip. The summoned let out another squeak of pleasure as Hatchet started humping his face with renewed drive, the wolf's seed finally starting to spill from past those lips as shot after shot was sprayed throughout the rough treatment. “You're so fucking good at this…” Hatchet moaned to himself, huffing, feeling his fading arousal begin to harden back up as the last of his orgasm began to fade. When Hatchet could tell the final drop had fired, he released his hold and eased back onto the bed, his fingers tenderly combing through the human's hair in affectionate afterglow. The human bobbed a few more times on Hatchet's dick—which had managed to stay rightfully rigid through such dedicated efforts—before pulling off and releasing the knot. He spun immediately, bringing his lips to crash against Hatchet's maw; their scents and flavors mixing into a melody of sexual succulence. Hatchet was thrilled with the clashing tastes, the overwhelming smells fueling his desire to please his human in every way he could. It wasn't long before the human broke from the kiss and turned to give Hatchet another such opportunity. The human moved to all fours, his ass displayed for the wolf with practiced precision. He lowered his front half, presenting himself as he arched his back to amplify his intent. Those dark eyes were cast back at Hatchet, the message behind them clearer now than ever before: “Fuck me.” It wasn't in Hatchet to even consider denying him, but he did have a slightly different idea... = = = The Master stared for a while, just looking at the human's presentation as those beautiful eyes darted over every inch of him, like he was the next feast to be had. Eventually, the wolf shifted, adjusting his position as he moved to his knees behind the human. The human turned himself forward and just lowered his face into the covers, bracing for what was to come as he arched a little more. He felt his wolf move behind him, those fuzzy knees parting his own as those steady hands came to rest on his hips. The human shuddered, taking measured breaths as he prepared for the pain. Instead, he only felt those claws grazing over his sides before they slowly settled into a grip on his waist. Without warning, the human was flipped—flailing at the unexpected as his back was pressed into the bed. The Master leaned over him, their faces mere inches apart as the human wrapped his legs around that dark frame. Their cocks throbbed between them—both eager and leaking—but the human kept staring into that stoic gaze, perplexed by the change. The human realized the intent as the wolf drew back to line himself up, a hand supporting the human's ass as those eyes of red practically devoured him. ‘He… wants to look at me?’ This may have been the strangest development yet. The human knew how the wolves liked things. He’d learned far too well how to please them, but they never wanted to take him this way. It was a little concerning. After all, it would be harder to hide his discomfort when the wolf entered him, so the human looked away. It was always like hot iron when the masters would first rut into him; a burn that seared to the core as they buried themselves in what was left of his guts. It was almost amazing how such a quick motion could hurt for so long… but the human didn't want to sway his Master from taking him however he wanted to. A touch at his cheek brought the human back from his spiral, his gaze guided back to Hatchet's, who waited with a softer smile. The wolf leaned closer, pressing his maw to the human's lips once more—their tongues lapping like gentle tides against the shores. He felt the wolf at his entrance. The human gasped, but the Master simply kept on kissing him, never letting up. The human submitted to the direction, closing his eyes and accepting the distraction for what was coming. The tip pressed firm against his ass, and the human did his best to relax himself for the agony. It was the only thing that made it somewhat bearable. Then he felt himself finally part, his Master's tip slowly spearing into him as his ring conceded to the intruder. He waited for the next part—the sudden thrust… he waited… and waited…. But the Master just held still, his maw giving such gentle affections as his tip rested just beyond the entrance. ‘Why does he not—’ The Master moved, cutting the thought short for the Human as he flinched in expectation… but the wolf had barely pressed himself forward, stopping himself before more than an inch had slipped in. Then—to the Human's incredulous disbelief—the Master actually drew back, retreating until only his tip remained inside of him. As the wolf repeated the motion, slipping so little of himself in, the human simply went still, unsure how to even respond anymore. ‘This is never how the wolves are served. This is not how they take me. This… This actually feels kind of nice?’ The human melted into the bed, his eyes opening, veering for his Master’s again as another stroke pressed just a little more of the beast inside of him—gently striking something within. ‘Ah! Fuck, ok. Feels really nice.’ He gasped, breaking their kiss. His hands rose to hold the wolf's side, taking a fistful of fur between his fingers. He leaned up into his Master, taking a deep breath of his musky chest as the wolf withdrew before reinserting even more of himself. There was a burning sensation building with each steady stroke the Master made, but not one like before, with the first master. The human wouldn't mind if this fire consumed him. He began rocking back into those measured thrusts, matching the rhythm his Master was setting, amazed that he could actually enjoy this, yet faced with undeniable proof as his manhood ached in the space between them; coaxed until it was dripping from the flicks of fur and the feel of the fuck. More of his Master's meat slid inside the human, taking up to half of the throbbing tool with little but pleasure. Sure, there was some pain. The damage his first master left had healed, leaving conditions back there more or less how they were before the human ever came to this world, but compared to what he was used to? To have his Master pace himself? To be lubed beforehand? That little bit of pain meant nothing. It didn't even hurt enough to be called pain. ‘Not for serving Master Hatchet.’ He drew closer into that burly chest, shifting his hips to meet the wolf's next thrust with purpose. With barely a clench of his teeth, the human had forced his hips down and buried his Master to the knot. The Master just froze in response, clearly concerned; a look the human found positively intoxicating as he ground his hips against the hilt, smiling beneath his blush. The human found it endearing that the Master would worry about him—and while he was thankful for the gentle start—he wanted his wolf to make it hurt just a little… He needed his Master as deep as he could get. = = = ‘Fuck.’ Hatchet gasped. Feeling that ring clenching around his girth was one thing, but when the human forced it even deeper into his core, the familiar warmth of an ass gave way to something more; a sensation of pleasure that humbled the wolf. It was like the base of his cock was embraced by a velvety tunnel while the top half had pierced deeper, welcomed by a warmth that seemed to conform around him, stimulating his passion in ways the wolf had never known. ‘This is beyond just being taut. This… gods, he really is different inside.’ It felt oddly magical, like a steady thrum of lightly-shifting presence was massaging his tip. Like it was milking it, as desperately starved as his other end once was. Hatchet pulled back some, feeling the human's presence seize hold, as if he were trying to keep Hatchet's cock from leaving. It made for the most impossible pressure as Hatchet tried to withdraw, and ended up abruptly hilting back in, rutting harder than he'd intended to as the presence pulled him back in, the wolf shuddering at a whole new ecstasy as the human made it quite clear he wanted it a little rougher. Hatchet leaned forward, drawing his human into a tight embrace, just holding himself inside for a while as he hid his face and struggled to calm himself. ‘Fuck fuck fuck…’ The summoned never let up, taking the intended moment of rest as an opportunity to grind harder against Hatchet's knot, seemingly determined to force it in. Hatchet whined in overstimulation, trying again to withdraw, only to have his human force him back inside, inescapable in his hunger. The summoned held his forehead to Hatchet's chest, eyes lidded as he focused on splitting himself open. Hatchet whimpered weakly at the display, humbled by the gesture, but not wanting to harm his human. He wanted it to be just as pleasurable. He wanted him to slow down—to know the joys of lovemaking, not just the desperate fucking he'd clearly only had up to this point. He wanted him to know the knot wasn't a goal to be rushed, it was just a bonus. Hatchet needed a way to reach him, to draw him from that heat, to make him see… The wolf smirked at the obvious, bringing a careful finger up to the collar of the summoned. He finally managed to break that admirable concentration. His human immediately paused to follow the direction, letting his gaze be guided back to Hatchet. The wolf smiled, leaning in to give a quick lick at the human's cheek before pulling his hand away and gesturing for the human to slow down, holding it up and lowering it. The human let out a huff, unclenching himself as he relaxed back onto the bed, finally letting Hatchet withdraw again. ‘Such a greedy pup,’ Hatchet mused. ‘Yet, such need deserves sating. Hatchet slid himself free, leaving only about a quarter of himself inside, feeling his human preen into the motion yet again. He thrust forward, a steady and measured hilting not quite as rough as before, but one the human clearly still enjoyed by the way his cheeks flushed and his toes curled. Hatched flashed his fangs, reveling at the human's delight; thrilled to be greeted by that sanctuary within his guts again. A wave of ticklish pleasure brushed across his tip, the touch softer than even the human's tongue, but passing far beneath the skin's surface. It was like even Hatchet's inner-most pleasure points were being stroked, inciting stimulation that shouldn't even be possible. Hatchet shuddered through the feeling, returning two fingers to hold the collar, looking the summoned in the eyes as he withdrew and brought another long-stroke crashing home; both whimpering at the hilt. They continued fucking like this for a while, the friction rising with every pass the wolf's cock made. Sweat glistened on the human's flesh and formed into droplets on Hatchet's fur, mixing between the two as the stench of heat and hubris concocted into an ever-growing session of who could out-pleasure the other. A competition Hatchet desperately thought he must be losing. He hilted himself, again, and again, and again, rising in ferocity with every thrust and every squelch as the hefty wolf nuts slapped into the human's ass time after time. The human had returned to clenching, slowly forcing the wolf to draw less and less of himself out between thrusts. Instead, the recurring pressure made for greater and greater impact each collision. The sound of that bulbous knot slapping into the human's otherworldly tunnel filled the room, coaxing Hatchet on as more and more of his true girth pried that ass apart with every resounding slam. The human bounced back against the rutting, biting his lip each time that knot hilted against him. Hatchet was afraid, knowing a hole so tight would surely split, but he was helpless to stop himself by that point. They were both mere slaves to each other then. With a final roll of his hips, Hatchet rammed forward. The faltering ring finally gave way, swallowing the last of Hatchet's thickness as it clenched around him, the human squirming in either discomfort or bliss. Hatchet held still, holding his breath. He could feel the pressure rising, his climax building as the summoned squeezed on his knot. With daunting realization, Hatchet noticed a strange sensation… ‘He's … he's healing?!’ It was undeniable; even as Hatchet was coaxed further to the edge, the human was only getting tighter. The ass drew down on his girth like the vice of a blacksmith, clamping shut around Hatchet's knot. That presence residing within the human renewed its efforts, stronger than ever before, swirling around and surging across Hatchet's dick, causing unfathomable pleasure to urge the wolf on. Hatchet lowered his head, placing it on the bed above the human's own as he held his lover. The wolf trembled, never knowing delight like this could even exist. He was terrified his heart or legs would give out, so with a final effort before succumbing to wave after wave of release, Hatchet rolled, bringing the human to sit atop of him as the sellsword went practically numb in the overwhelming bliss of his second orgasm—panting fervently—spurt after spurt shooting inside that exhilarating warmth. ‘I am yours.’ = = = The human was proudly mounted on his handsome prize, basking in his victory; never mind his legs like jelly, or his stomach bulging from his Master's cock—which was still swelling as it fired rope after rope into him. He smiled down at his wolf between labored breaths, his cheeks flushed as sweat rolled down his flesh. All he saw was his wolf positively lost in the sensation of being locked inside of him. How could he not beam in content? ‘Finally settled the score. We're even now, two for two. The Master is pleased, I’m sure of it.’ Another shot of pups fired into his walls, hitting him hard enough to notice the sensation from within. The human basked in this feeling, too. Delighted to see his Master's release prolonged. He squeezed again, that part of himself that wasn't really a muscle applying that familiar pressure within, milking every drop of the wolf's essence. To be filled by Master Hatchet from both sides was nothing short of a job well done; an undeniable reward for the human's honorable efforts. The human leaned back some, peering down to watch as the bulge inside of him became slightly more prominent. As another spurt shot from the tip pressing into his abdomen, the human swearing he could even see the ripple of his skin. ‘Probably a good thing I don't have intestines anymore. Don't know that there would be anything left of them after taking this monster.’ He instinctively flexed his hole again, the massive knot unmoving where it throbbed, lodged against his prostate. Master Hatchet really was just a Master among masters. It seemed no matter how much fear and pain the human had, nor how deeply he'd buried it, the fat cock of his Master was more than capable of digging it all out. With a girthy wolf knot—that should be impossible to take—firing shots of spunk clear into his stomach, there was little room left in the human for doubt, less so for any trace of what the first Master had left behind. ‘No. There's just this. Just us now. Whatever happened before doesn't matter anymore, for this is the life I'll focus on now. This is the life I'll choose to live. This is where I'm happiest.’ The human looked back, eyeing his leash just barely within reach. As he leaned to grab it, the Master lifted his head, opening his eyes at last to see what the human was doing. Those eyes widened when they saw what was grabbed. The human smirked, lifting his head as he presented his throat and his leash to the wolf. The Master just stared at first, making the human worry he was pushing things too far, but ultimately, the wolf accepted the leash and fastened it to the throat being presented. After passing the loop over his right wrist, Master Hatchet brought his larger hands up to the human's hips, resting them atop the thighs wrapping around Hatchet's waist. He cast a cautious look up at his human, still very much buried and spurting—trapped and mid-orgasm. The human's smile turned near-wicked when rocking his hips once, just enough to see those eyes like rubies go a little wider as his intent became clear to his wolf. He reached forward, patting the hand holding his leash in gentle reassurance. ‘Just hold on tight. I'll do the rest this time.’ He shifted forward before pressing back, the knot lodged inside of him tugging and pushing at his ring in return; his Master gnashing his fangs in what the human could only assume was pleasure. Again, he rocked, forcing the tip of his wolf to bulge more from his stomach, causing the human to shudder. ‘Fuck that's hot. He's so big…’ He bucked, grinding his ass into his mount with purposeful pressure, clenching with all his might as the master squeezed the human's thighs. The human felt like laughing at the sight, near maniacal at the realization that he was in total control for a moment, yet still choosing to serve Hatchet with every move he made. This was all for his wolf; for his hero. The fact he was getting off on it too was simply the cherry on top for the human casting away his final shackles of reservation. ‘He is a Master. He is a wolf… and I absolutely love having him as deep inside of me as he can be. And I…’ He felt a warmth stirring within, his own climax fast-approaching from admitting such a damning thought. ‘I love being his. I love him.’ The human clenched, riding his mount for all his worth. In truth, he was trying to see if he could make the Master shoot hard enough to make it up his throat. He missed the taste, the hint of the flavor still on the back of his tongue not enough to sate him in such a frenzied state of lust. His walls clamped, his nuts drew up, and his seed spattered his hero's chest; a firm tug against his collar only amplifying the sensations as his prostate pulsed against the intruder practically flattening it. His lips were drawn to his Master's maw with firm direction on his leash, a ravenous kiss shared between clashing tongues. Then Master Hatchet rolled over without warning, reclaiming his place on top as the human squirmed through his release, pinned beneath the immovable weight. = = = Hatchet's fist clenched, drawing the leash taut as he pressed his other hand against his human's chest, a finger and thumb bracing along either side of the skinny throat. He arched himself, digging in with his paws and lifting with his knees to keep his angle true, tilting his human's ass—which he was still rightfully knotted in—higher, leaning the summoned until he was nearly pinned on his shoulders. He glared down, positively feral with the need to breed his bitch the way a true wolf should breed his seemingly insatiable bitch. There was no more need to be gentle. There was no more restraint. It was clear what they both wanted by this point, and Hatchet was finally giving in to those carnal desires he'd been denying since that first night with his human. “Fine.” He barked. “Love-making is over. Now we fuck.” And fuck they did. The wolf leaned into his lover, purposely flexing the cock he still had lodged inside the summoned before taking a page from his human's book and rocking once, watching the reaction it brought with satisfying retribution. He didn't let up, snatching his knot back to tug mercilessly at the human's ring before forcing it as far back inside as possible. A swish of cum gurgled inside with every churn, the ring finally loosening enough for the first drop of discharge to leak from the tunnel, gliding down the human's sack where it glistened in the pale light. Hatchet leaned over, craning his head low and squatting some to make his tongue reach the nuts and steal the drop with a swipe. The way his human gasped at the affection made him readjust the dangling member still leaking cum and aim it higher, where he took it inside his muzzle. The summoned bucked, but Hatchet thrust in return, drawing tighter on the leash as he fucked himself deeper into his human, forcing that fleshy cock further into his own maw with each repeat motion. More of Hatchet's seed started to leak from his human's ass, occasionally shooting a fresh spurt, his first tie and second orgasm still going strong. He just pumped harder, insisting on spoiling his greedy human; insisting he give him more and more pleasure. Any feast for his lover should always be bountiful, and Hatchet would never see his human starve again. He'd keep him sated and his hunger quelled. He'd keep him like the well-kept, spoiled pet he wanted to be. And he'd keep him with nothing but gratitude, thankful to hold the leash of such a wonder. ‘Thank you for being mine.’ Hatchet shuddered, tugging hard against the puckered flesh, his knot finally slipping free as a gush of cum flooded from the clenching hole. Before even a second had passed, Hatchet had thrust back forward, a stubborn pressure forcing his bulb right back in the spasming ring, anchoring back inside of his human; a snarl curling on his muzzle with satisfaction. His human's dick had been stiffening up under the administrations of the wolf's skillful maw, but Hatchet had to let the human's cock flop from his mouth as he took his hand from the human's chest to form a quick sign. “You are mine!” The human clutched vainly at Hatchet's fur, his fingers squeezing as frantically as his ass was to find some purchase, but Hatchet simply held him still, a hand returning to wrap around his collared throat, snatching his cock free again. He buried it, tearing through all resistance, wearing the quivering ring down with each repetition. Pull free. Cram it back in. Pull free… Cram it back in! Back and forth, back and forth, the wolf tied and untied his mate, knot-fucking him with every bit of strength he had remaining, determined to steal one final victory from the night before exhaustion surely came for them both. Feeling another climax fast approaching as he practically gutted his human with erratic thrust after thrust, the wolf sank his knot home one final time. Unsure if he'd even finished cumming from his last tie, Hatchet felt himself tipping over the edge yet again, his spurts starting right back up at full blast. He fell over, catching himself as he fought for breath, the two locked together as the wolf braced himself above his mate. He stared down in a daze as his human returned the sign. “I am yours.” Hatchet's arm gave out, the sellsword collapsing on his human, both too tired to even fight it as exhaustion and satisfaction quickly overtook them both. Gentle kisses and touches of affection were shared between the two as they faded off, both reeling from their passions being sated so soundly, but both with hearts full and desires fulfilled. = = = Hey y'all! Hope you enjoyed the release! Sorry for the delay, just takes a lot of mental spoons to maintain a submissive pov for me, which is REQUIRED to write the human's pov. I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts, especially on any parts that didn't land, but even just telling me what you did enjoy goes a really long way for me. It also helps me grow more as a writer, and that's besides the obvious that feedback and encouragement is literally what keeps us writers writing. It's all just to bring enjoyment, and hearing we accomplished that means more than you know to us. Chapter 14 of my dragon/human romance was recently posted to my Discord server, and access is free, just requires a quick signature to get access to some channels that contain works I can't risk being shared elsewhere. (Did I mention the next chapter to be released of that story is also smut? UwU) Anyways, thanks for reading y'all! Until next time ~ Bayou