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This story was written for Level000 as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains rough M/M sex between consenting adults.

G is for Game Over

Ebonfeather could only stare in horror as his companions were torn to shreds. He had begged them not to go through with this. He had told them there was no evidence, no reason to assume that the werewolves rumoured to inhabit the forest were responsible for the recent massacre of a nearby elven settlement. After all, the elves and the wolves had lived in harmony for centuries, and there was no reason that should have changed now. But... his companions hadn't thought like the tengu priest. They never had. They saw only the blood, and the werewolves as nothing more than foul, evil creatures who must surely have had a hand in spilling that blood.

Now the only blood being spilled was theirs. He watched as the bard's throat was torn out, never to sing again. He winced as the wizard's last spell faltered and failed, the fire blazing from her fingers losing control and beginning to scorch her hands as the wolf she was burning fell upon her and eviscerated her with its sharp claws. He saw the leader of their band, a brave paladin by the name of Sir Weatherby, drop to his knees and raise his hands in a final prayer to his god as the largest of the wolves ripped his silver longsword from his grasp, fingers burning in contact with the sanctified metal, and listened to the paladin's screams as half a dozen other wolves lacerated and torn by his blade finally fell upon him, his heavy armour doing him no good.

Soon, and with a swiftness that was perhaps merciful in its own way, they were all dead. All except one of them. All except for Ebonfeather.

He stood where he had stood throughout the fight before it became a massacre, amidst his companions, letting healing magicks and blessings fly. He stood still, his chest heaving and his dark feathers fluttering, as the pack of wolves surrounded him. As they circled him snarling and barking, but not striking. Soon the huge wolf who had stolen away the paladin's weapon strode forth, hand still steaming where the silver-coated metal had seared fur and flesh alike, and pushed through the circling crowd to loom over the smaller, comparably lithe bird-man.

"Do you know why you still live, tengu?"

The lead wolf stooped to Ebonfeather's level, staring deep into his beady eyes with the tip of his muzzle almost touching the tip of the avian figure's open, panting beak. Ebonfeather closed his eyes for a moment, half to think of what he could say that wouldn't result in teeth immediately piercing his windpipe, half in prayer to his goddess. When his eyes opened once more, he took a deep if somewhat ragged breath, and nodded.

"My companions... they struck without provocation. Without cause. Your slaying of them was self defence. And I... I played no part in the damage they wrought. I assisted them. I healed them as they fought you, bolstered them until they were overcome. But, I did not harm you nor your kin. Nor did I desire to. You know that. Y-you believe that. And... unlike my fallen brethren, you have no desire to do harm without reason."

The leader of the wolves growled louder and louder, all the other wolves ceasing in their own pacing and snapping and snarling, falling down onto their haunches as their pack's chief rose up to his full height, looming over each and every other creature living or dead present upon the heavily wooded battlefield. He stared down at Ebonfeather, and as the light of the full moon broke through the trees and silhouetted his lush, silvery grey furred form in its rich light, the tengu couldn't help but see Shelyn's blessing upon the wolf. He was truly beautiful, proud and glorious and strong and... and yet, he was hurt. He was wounded, holding one shoulder tense even now as he fought not to let the pain of the wound upon his hand show to either Ebonfeather or the rest of his own kin.

"You will not be slain, for we do not harm those who mean us no ill will. A dark force stalks this forest. It killed our elven friends to the east, and it stalks us nightly. Once the full moon fades and our power wanes, it will surely attack us. This is the evil your friends should have been seeking out, though I doubt you would have succeeded given how easily they succumbed to us. But you... you still have time to save yourself. To flee. To reach safety. If you desire, I will dispatch a few of my kin to escort you to the edge of our forest. To safety. To freedom. And then... a-ah!"

The other members of the pack bristled and snarled as without warning Ebonfeather reached out and grasped at the vast wolf's injured hand. He incanted a prayer before the lupine male could react, and smiled as shimmering waves of divine energy surged through his hands and into the smouldering, silver-edged wound.

"I... I shall not leave."

Ebonfeather could barely believe the words escaping his beak as he healed the lead wolf's injury.

"I cannot. I must pay a penance. I must bring forth love where my companions brought hate. I must restore and cherish beauty where my kin saw only ugliness, as much within their own hearts as anywhere else. I will heal you all. Each and every one of you who was wounded in our attack. A-and... when the full moon passes, if the evil does come for you as you believe it will? I will stand with you. Fight with you. D-die with you, if I must."

The head of the werewolves looked around at the other members of his pack, all regarding Ebonfeather in solemn silence, many of them bearing scrapes, cuts or deeper wounds somewhere upon their powerful, beautiful and utterly bare bodies. He growled softly. The pack uttered a sonorous, unified growl back at him, then he turned towards Ebonfeather once more.

"And... when your magicks are spent? In the hours between now and when the evil comes for us? What then? What does a creature such as yourself do to pass the time? I ask only because... with death possibly coming for us, we wolves have a very particular plan in mind for how we are to spend the coming days."

Ebonfeather cocked his head curiously, and felt his feathers fluffing up, cheeks flushing pink beneath them as he saw many of the wolves glancing at one another. Grinning. Licking their lips. Blushing, and reaching down to caress their sheaths and balls, rich red tips already beginning to protrude forth from within them. He blushed deeper still, and chirped softly in mirth as he looked back up at their leader, his own cock already beginning to swell.

"I serve a goddess of beauty. Of art and music. Of love. If... if I am to spend my last days upon this plane with you, I will do it in service of her. I will fill this forest with all the love my heart has to give, and as for beauty... I will revel in all that I see around me even now, and praise Shelyn's name with every moment I get to spend in the proximity of that beauty."

He looked around the wolves, and shivered happily as the many panting, drooling faces and sharp amber eyes stared back at him no longer with rage or suspicion, but with pure lust. The tengu knew that he had work to do. That he had many wounds to heal and that possibly in a mere handful of days his life might indeed be over, just as his companions had met their end today. But despite that... he felt oddly at peace. Oddly content, even rather joyous to be here, to be in this strange and wonderful situation.

He took a deep breath, let it out in a sonorous whistle, and let his eyes fall from the pack leader's own wild-eyed gaze to the hulking werewolf leader's now fully erect, straining cock. His hand rose from his side, not imbued with magic this time, but trembling with eager excitement.

"My lady S-Shelyn... t-thank you for bringing me to such beauty."

He gasped as his hand touched that hot, thick, throbbing length.

"Thank you for freeing me from the clutches of violence, a-and..."

He whimpered as he watched other wolves creeping forward, licking their lips, erections throbbing, hands reaching out for him to tug and tear at his clothes and armour not to harm him, but to set him loose from their bondage.

"...and delivering me into the arms of your love."

*********

Whether there had ever been any evil, Ebonfeather couldn't honestly say. After a week passed without any threat raising its head however, he couldn't bring himself to ask. After two weeks he couldn't even consider letting himself wonder whether the werewolves had in fact played any part in the elves' massacre, and after a month he honestly couldn't even remember why he'd come to this forest in the first place. All he knew was that he was meant to be here. That his goddess willed it to be so, for otherwise why would she keep him here with such an abundance of all that he was devoted to praising and performing in her name. So much beauty, so much sweet music, and so much love. So, so much love.

"Ohhhyesss... p-please don't stop!"

He begged, but he already knew deep down that as one wolf pulled his slick, cum-coated cock out of the tengu's ass mere moments after finishing depositing a load deep inside it, another was bound to follow. Sure enough Ebon had to wait only seconds before another lupine body launched itself up and onto him where he knelt on all fours, a trail of drool hanging from his panting beak as his bare, feathered body trembled and quaked in excitement. The last two wolves to fuck him had been in their hybrid forms, anthropomorphised and bipedal like himself. This one however was in full feral form, nearly twice the size of a normal wolf but with a body every bit as wild and beautiful to behold as their true wild, untamed kin.

"Yes! Yes!"

Ebonfeather squawked shamelessly as the wolf's rock hard cock speared into his slick, loose, well lubricated ass. His head span as the lupine cock hammered his prostate while deliciously rough claws dragged down over his sides, and the priest chirped in bliss as he took the divine energy he no longer had to save for protecting companions from ill fates of their own provocation and fed it into his own body so that he was reinvigorated and able to continue the only task in his life that truly mattered. Continuing to bring pleasure and joy and love to his new kin. His new pack. His lovers, and his beloved family.

"Please, please fuck me harder! Ohhh yes, don't stop. Don't... ahhh, right there! Fuck. Fuck! Knot me!"

Within minutes he heard the wolf howling over him. He wailed sonorously in his own rapturous glee as the lupine male did indeed bury his thick and swelling knot deep inside the tengu's ass, and Ebonfeather painted the grassy, already cum-stained earth beneath his trembling torso even more white with further streaks of his own ecstasy while he was filled with potent ribbons of yet more hot, thick wolf cum. The avian male slumped to the floor, but even as he rolled over and chirped happily while the wolf still buried inside him crawled up and began to lick at his face, he could see other figures approaching. Glimmering white teeth. Shining amber eyes. Throbbing red cocks not willing to wait until he was free from the other wolf's knot.

He reached out with trembling hands, taking a cock in each. He spread his beak wide open, his gurgling growing muffled as it too was stuffed full of werewolf flesh. He watched as more figures loomed over him. More. And more. Oh god, so many of them all with cocks in hand, masturbating, stroking. Raining their seed down over him as they howled and cried out praise to his Goddess, and now theirs too. Wailing in ecstasy to Shelyn, grateful for the love that she had brought forth between them since introducing Ebonfeather to their pack, and of course the beautiful lust that had come so copiously along with him.

"More! O-ohh my loves. My beautiful wolves, m-more! Cum on me. Cum all over me, oohh please!"

Ebon begged, gasping and whimpering as the cock in his beak pulled itself free only to begin immediately unloading over his already slick, cum-stained feathered face.

"Cum on me! Cum on me! Cum on-..."

*********

Blushing and trying not to look, the rest of the group shuffled nervously, bashfully towards the front door of the apartment. They listened to the moans, the whimpers from the room where they had been playing pathfinder until recently. They looked at one another once out of sight, unable to believe what they had seen, and what they were still hearing even now as they made their awkward escape.

"Cum on him! I want all the wolves to cum all over Ebon's feathers until he's soaked through!"

"O-ohh god, yeah. They cum. They keep fucking him. Keep cumming all over him. So many of them, so much cum!"

They left the apartment, leaving their DM and the newest player to the rather deeply involved role-play that the two of them had gotten into after their most recent, unfortunate TPK.

For the rest of them, the game was well and truly over. But for Ebon's player, and for the dungeon master of their now somewhat defunct campaign, it sounded like things were only just getting started.

"Oh god. G-give me your cock. Let me suck it, j-just like Ebonfeather's gonna keeping sucking off all the wolves."

"Ah! Ahh y-yes! Shelyn's blessing restores Ebonfeather all over again. The wolves keep fucking him! So deep. So hard. S-so... ahh. Oh god. Oh my god, yes. Suck my cock. L-let me stroke you and... oohh god, just like Ebon! Just like the wolves. Oh fuck. Ohhh fuck, l-let me... please, t-they're gone now. The game's over. So please. Please, let me just fuck you!"

By Jeeves

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