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This (sadly) fictional encounter involves male on male, musk, and human on werewolf sexy themes. If you aren't here for that then stay anyway. You might learn something.

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Living in the middle of nowhere had its perks. Midnight walks through a forest nestled at the base of mountains that looked like they could be on a postcard was one of them.

The full moon shed enough light to see just fine without the aid of flashlights and the crisp spring air carried the scents and sounds of nature with every gust of gentle wind.

Pine needles and underbrush crackled beneath footsteps. Pacing breath and heartbeat, one could truly relax and shed the shields carried daily.

A flash of movement caused a lone human man’s head to turn and his heartbeat quicken. The unnerving feeling of being watched tingled up his spine and his pace quickened. There was a meadow where the mountain slope met the forest and that was tonight’s ultimate destination.

Moving quickly and silently the man weaved through the trees on an unseen path he had trekked more than a handful of times.

A branch snapped under his foot.

He cursed to himself and exited the treeline, pacing to the center of the clearing. From here he could gain a vantage on any unwanted company. The area was known for its diverse wildlife.

Dropping the light backpack he had on, he pulled out a small blanket and laid it on the grass.

Chalking up the noise to be no more than the wind, the man silently kicked off his shoes and laid down on the blanket, putting the now empty backpack under his head as an impromptu pillow.

Stargazing was calming, and that was the evening’s goal.

The familiar area provided an easing comfort that felt safe and secure.

Not much time passed before his eyelids felt unusually heavy. Breaths came further and further apart and he soon slipped off into a light sleep.

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A slight nudge on his thigh brought him back to reality. It was still dark and the full moon was high in the sky, casting shadows that swayed and danced in the light breeze. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and felt the familiar tingle of morning wood.

The man sat up, using his hand to shift his sweatpants to a more comfortable position. He tilted his gaze upwards and started a yawn, only to be halted halfway. He saw an oversized pure black canine muzzle and a pair of golden eyes curiously staring at him, frozen in time, from the edge of his blanket.

He felt his heartbeat quicken and adrenaline shot up his chest. The man dared not move.

Locked in a curious gaze, neither the man nor the canine so much as blinked for what must’ve been only seconds but felt like hours.

The furred ears on the canine head swiveled to the sound of rustling leaves. It broke the gaze trailing its golden eyes downwards and a pink tongue darted out to lick its maw.

Even though a large predator was perched in front of his smaller figure, he didn’t sense anything malicious or inherently threatening. The human noticed the beast seemed more interested in investigating the forest intruder than a late night snack.

The man shifted his focus and tried to get a look at the canine form in front of him.

The canid had the wrong stance and torso to be a dog or a wolf. It had human like proportions but with a canine inspiration. Sleek black fur covered every part of its form, shimmering and reflecting the moonlight. Large hind paws carrying its weight were planted in the grass and they twitched and flexed with each subtle movement. The canine’s legs reminisced of a dogs, but had human muscle tone that could be seen as a silhouette through the black fur. The forward stance of the beast hid its midsection but the man did notice the ridge of thicker fur down its spine and a fluffy tail slowly swaying behind it. The canine’s arms hung in front. Its paws had five thick digits that looked proportionally bigger than a human’s but the man figured they were just as nimble. He could catch glimpses of soft pink paw pads underneath and thick, black sharp claws on the tips. They lightly swiped at the edge of the blanket.

The man shifted his focus back to the canine’s head. It was again staring at him and inquisitively sniffing the air.

The man would be lying to himself if he denied the fleeting thought of it being a werewolf, but those were only legends in folklore and fiction, right?

He didn’t feel threatened, yet his heart didn’t slow. This thing was alive and actually in front of him. The man’s heart told him the beast wasn’t going to hurt him. He could feel it, though he couldn't explain just how or why. The feeling was just there, as plain as fact

The werewolf shifted forward placing a paw on either side of the man, casually sniffing the air in between them. Its large head, guided by a scent, moved toward the man’s crotch. Its broad flat tongue darted out of its maw and gave the tented sweatpants a rough lick. A shudder ran through the man’s body, and he felt himself tense.

The canine repeated the motion with more enthusiasm, closing its eyes and sniffing heavily. The man could only sit and stare, taking in the sight in front of him. He noticed an earthy aroma emanating from the beast, not unpleasant at all. The scent reminded him of a recently wet dog, but not in an unsavory way.

A paw traced up the man’s midsection and he noticed a claw hook under the waistband of his sweatpants.

He closed his eyes and exhaled with a surprising arousal.

Letting his eyelids slowly open he was met with the curious gaze of the canine who had stopped lapping at the front of his pants.

The man felt his mouth twitch into a smile and he nodded his head, hinting at the beast to continue.

While looking into the golden orbs placed in a sea of shimmering black, he felt tugging at his waistband and looked down to see the werewolf’s paw teasingly work his pants down.

The canine dipped his head and resumed casually lapping at the man’s obvious arousal.

The human could feel his foreskin retract in the waistband of his pants as they were slipped downward. The crisp spring air hit the tip, but almost immediately it was replaced by the canine’s hot breath and lapping tongue.

He inhaled sharply with a burst of sensation as the flat tongue made contact with his sensitive head. The werewolf wasted no time, vigorously licking and disrobing the man simultaneously.

Sweatpants slid completely over the man’s waist freeing his throbbing cock and exposing it to the night air. The dampness of the fabric left a moist trail over his balls then down his left thigh.

The canine lifted its head and moved backwards, slowly blinking at the human as it pulled the pants off his feet. The man took initiative and sat up to take off his shirt. He rolled it up and placed it on top of his makeshift backpack headrest as he gingerly laid back down.

He reached an arm upwards and tentatively placed it on the canine’s jawbone, giving it a light pet and a little scratch, trying to coax the beast to continue. A paw came down beside, clawed digits spreading out in the dirt and casually reminding the man of just how animalistic this creature was.

The canine’s furred muzzle pushed forward, dragging the man’s hand over its ear and into the longer fur on the back of its neck.

Audible sniffing was heard as the canine’s head dipped back down. It extended its tongue and wrapped it around the exposed member. The werewolf used the long and slimy organ to guide the man’s cock tip into its drooling muzzle.

The human’s breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes. The hot, wet maw was enticingly inviting but the canine paused with the cock tip barely in.

The man felt a weight shift beside him and he cracked his eyes open a little. The canine placed a paw on his right pec, sharp claw tips lightly poking his sensitive skin. The man looked into the canine’s golden eyes. They had a mischievous lust filled look.

In a rush of sensation, the werewolf sunk the cock deep into its muzzle, simultaneously pressing, then dragging its claws from the man’s chest to his hip.

Sharp pain faded into intense pleasure, causing the man to arch his back and grip the werewolf’s head fur while thrusting into the hot maw. He could feel the canine’s tongue drag up the underside of his cock pulling his foreskin with it, only to be pushed back down moments later. The flat tongue brushed against the bottom of his sensitive glans each time the canine bobbed its head. The elongated muzzle made taking the human’s entire length a non-issue.

The man realized he must be pulling the canine’s fur and apologetically released his intense grip. He then tentatively moved his hand to the base of a pointed furred ear and began to rub and massage it just like he would a dogs. The man gained a satisfied hum from the beast. The vibrations he felt were really good.

The bobbing werewolf head was a surprisingly attractive sight to see. That, mixed with the sensations he felt inside the canine’s maw and the musky aroma wafting around, clouded his mind with primal desire. The man moved his left hand to the canine’s free ear and started doing the same motion as his right, earning himself a satisfied grumble in response.

Globs of pre were oozing from his cock tip into the dripping maw of the beast adding to the overall slickness. The mix of fluids trailed down over the base of the man’s rigid member and began collecting on his groin. He could feel it trickling over his balls and towards his taint.

The human felt dull throbs within the marks left on his rib cage, the reminiscing sensation of subtle pain blossoming into the neediness he felt deep within. He glanced at his chest and noticed the reddened welting lines. A few droplets of crimson accented the center of the scratches.

He laid his head back onto the makeshift pillow and closed his eyes. The sparks of pleasure resonating from his cock made heartbeat quicken and his hips tense.

Just as he felt his body dip into the familiar trough of an orgasm, the werewolf pulled its maw up and off. The man felt his cock wetly slap his stomach and coolness from the night air tingle on the sensitive skin. His eyes snapped open and a small whine escaped his mouth. Sitting upright, the man had the intention of investigating why he was denied such a sweet release, but he was met face to face with a pink tongue halfway out of a dripping maw and a curious sniffing nose.

Eyes closed, the werewolf lapped at the human’s lips. He slowly parted them to accept the flat organ. The man felt the beast’s tongue enter his smaller mouth, sliding against his own. Together they explored, tasted and felt each other with the canine dominantly taking the lead. The human closed his eyes and leaned into the beast’s furred muzzle. He dragged his tongue over sharp canine teeth and let out a small shiver. This werewolf was definitely built like a predator, but it surprised the man with how gentle and tender it acted.

Breaking the kiss, the canine moved to licking the man’s cheek, then neck, then collarbone. The human’s breathing quickened while the beast lapped down his body. He could feel his cooling cock flex and drip warm pre onto his stomach.

He felt a light stinging as the canine’s slimy organ crossed the line of welts on his chest. The werewolf’s lapping at the scratches soothed the sting and left a minty cool sensation in its wake. The tongue made sure to go over all the raised, stinging flesh.

The man inhaled a sharp breath and used his hand to gently push the canine’s head away. He sat upright and continued pushing, causing the furred beast to gently roll straight onto its back. The human was now kneeling on the edge of his blanket, in between the werewolf’s digitigrade legs and straddling the canine’s lazily wagging tail.

Leaning forward, his right hand descended onto a furred thigh. An earthy, masculine musk wafted up from the now exposed crotch of the werewolf. The pheromones thickened the air and tickled over his nose as he eyed the canine prize.

The man tentatively moved his left hand towards the beast’s crotch. Looking up at the werewolf’s face for confirmation to proceed, he was met with a happy, half lidded gaze. He noticed the wolf’s maw was parted, lightly panting and had its tongue hanging out the side.

He lightly draped his left hand over the musky sheath, barely applying any pressure. The anatomy difference and unfamiliarity was a little intimidating, and the man didn’t want to accidentally cause discomfort. The canine must’ve sensed this as it felt the man’s hand tentatively coddle its furred bits.

The werewolf’s hips pressed upward giving the human a handful of sheath and in the same motion the beast rolled its hips forward. The sheath in the human’s grip remained stationary, but the canine member inside poked out about an inch at the apex of the thrust, disappearing again as the furred hips relaxed back onto the ground.

The werewolf’s scent pierced the air stronger than before. The man let it fill his head. It made his heart race and breathing quicken, causing even more of the musk to enter his nose. The pungent scent was the most arousing thing the man had ever smelled. It caused a shiver that ran from between his shoulders all the way to the tips of his toes making his dick flex. He could feel all his self-doubt melt away.

The man slid his hand down the furred sheath to the canine’s balls underneath. They were about egg sized and encased in a fuzzy sack. The fur here was very soft and short giving a velvety feel. He rolled the canine testicles around his palm and gave them a light squeeze. The werewolf jerked its hips and swallowed, then resumed panting.

He moved his right hand from the muscled thigh to join the left in exploring the canine’s maleness. With a left hand still cupping the large balls, the man’s right hand gripped the sheath and slowly pulled it downward. He tentatively moved his head in closer letting his senses take in the unfamiliar form. Continuing the pulling motion, the tip made a quiet wet smack as the small ring of muscle parted around the red tapered tip of the canine’s cock. It was glistening in the moonlight, clearly slickened by the natural fluids found in the sheath. A waft of the werewolf’s musky scent permeated the air again, a thickening fog in the human’s mind.

He released his grip and the red rocket disappeared back into its protective home. The werewolf let out a whine. It was begging the human to continue. The man was spurred on by the foreign, arousing scent and a burning need in between his own legs. He wished he smelled that good.

The man released the hefty sack. He moved his left hand upward through the fur beside the canine’s genitals, continuing upward onto its lower stomach. He inched his head closer to the source of the enticing aroma, closing the distance between his mouth and the tip of the canine’s sheath.

The human lightly made contact, drawing in a breath of the male’s werewolf tang through his nose. He extended his tongue and lightly brushed it against the flexing ring of muscle, getting his first taste.

The earthy canine scent translated nicely into an earthy canine taste. Slightly bitter and slightly salty, but not at all unpleasant. He pushed forward and parted the sheath’s muscle ring with a tentative tongue. The moist interior was a stronger earthy canine taste. He let the flavor permeate his palate and decided that it he wanted more. He moved his tongue around, tracing it along the inner walls and gathering up as much of the natural taste as he could. The werewolf’s body writhed under him. He quickly pulled his tongue out and his head back to look up.

The werewolf shifted its body into a more comfortable laying position, its lower half on the blanket and its top half tousling the forest floor.

Noticing the absence of the human tongue on his most sensitive bits, the canine looked up to see why. It made eye contact with the human, let out a soft rumble and relaxed. Two golden eyes closely watched what the human was doing.

The man realized that the werewolf was just getting more comfortable and his actions were in fact not actually hurting it. He smiled then moved his head back towards to the furred canine bits. The heat and scent wafting off of them was making his head swim and his own arousal throb.

He pressed his lips back against the ring of muscle and slid his tongue in while simultaneously drawing the sheath downwards with his right hand. His tongue met the tip of the canine’s tapered, slick tool. The motion caused the cock to meet, brush against, and eventually push the man’s tongue back into his mouth. The tip of the canine’s member entered right after, not making contact with the night air.

The human could feel the canine flex under him as its tool let out a small jet of thin pre right into his waiting mouth. He pulled off of the canine’s tip. It was unexpected, but not at all unpleasant. He let it sit on his tongue before swallowing. The aftertaste left the musky scent in the back of his throat. It was all his senses could pick up and he couldn’t get enough.

With an inch or so of slimy cock sitting in front of him and his hand still on the canine’s sheath, he slowly moved his mouth onto the red rocket. The man flicked his tongue across the fleshy tip and he could feel the werewolf under him shudder.

The human continued the motion, making sure to brush it over and taste every spot. Small veins that were barely noticeable created interesting bumps for him to explore. The canine cock was enticingly foreign and different, yet so familiar.

The man inhaled and felt the werewolf’s meat flex between his lips.

He used his right hand to pull the sheath down a bit more, freeing another inch of red rocket. He could feel the skinny organ begin to engorge with blood and pulse in time with the beast’s heartbeat.

The werewolf flexed its tangy cock. The man noticed it gain more girth. He watched a little more cock slide out of its sheath, and another spurt of fluid ooze from its tip.

The man took the new bit of exposed rocket into his mouth getting it just as wet and sloppy as the rest. He made sure to run his tongue along the length from all angles to try and draw out as much of the werewolf’s zest as he could. He heard earth scraping and noticed the werewolf’s paws were gripping the earth, claws extended. The beast’s back was slightly arched upwards and the man could tell that it was using restraint.

The canine’s tail wagged in between the human’s legs. Each swish, the fur lightly brushed against his rock hard and dripping cock, smearing the human’s fluids into the coarse fur. The tail also dragged across his aching perineum and pleasantly tickled his taint. It was such a delicious sensation.

The man moved his right hand up the canine’s sheath, grasping right near the top. He placed his pointer finger against the back of the thickening length and ran it down to where the red cock was emerging from the fuzzy tube. He pressed against the small ring of muscle and it gave way, his finger plunging into the slick, musky pouch. Its radiating heat was extremely noticeable and he could feel quite deep into the unknown.

The man used his free hand to pull down on the sheath, scrunching it up. More length slid out of the moist confines into his mouth, and his finger pushed deeper into the lewd tunnel. He slid the digit along the base of the canine’s cock inside, feeling where the joining of cock flesh and sheath flesh took place. He ran his finger in circles around that sensitive area. The werewolf whined and flexed under him and he could feel the ring of muscle at the opening tighten and loosen around his digit. He noticed the cock flex and another surge of pre work its way into his mouth. The canine tool pulsed and noticeably gained a bit more girth.

The human figured the werewolf’s cock was fully exposed now. He didn’t have all of it in his mouth, but he was still slurping on an impressive amount. He let the tight sheath’s muscle spasms squeeze his finger out coated in the werewolf’s musky fluid. He moved his right hand off of the canine’s sheath and down to his own cock.

Pulling his foreskin back, he smeared the werewolf’s musky sheath juices over the head of his human length, mixing it with his own pre that gathered in the loose skin. He ground his palm against his glans and moaned around the red rocket in his mouth.

The human could feel the werewolf shift under him. He looked up to see the beast’s lifted head sniffing the air and looking at him with a mischievous grin.

The man wanted nothing more than to be covered in that scent, to smell like the werewolf.

He noticed the canine length in his mouth had stopped thickening, but was pulsating in time with the beast’s heartbeats. The man bobbed his mouth on the slick cock. It wasn’t uncomfortable in his mouth, but the length proved to be a bit too much to take in completely.

He moved his right hand up from his human cock, covered in the mixed fluids, to the base of the canine shaft. He griped it, thumb and forefinger coming together easily, and began to stroke the flesh his mouth couldn’t reach.

He dragged his mouth up the length to the tapered tip and gave the base a substantial squeeze. The werewolf whined sharply and bucked his hips. A squirt of pre hit the back of the human’s mouth, and he could feel the tail between his legs wag with more force. Obviously he found a sensitive spot.

The human gave another squeeze to the base of the slick tool, and again the beast whined and bucked.

The man’s lips curled into a playful smirk around the canine dick in his mouth. He could feel the flesh at the base of the sloppy length began to engorge and bulge outwards, becoming slightly thicker than the shaft. Not being completely ignorant to animal anatomy, he knew that the canine’s knot was forming.

He moved his head off the tool but kept his hand clamped around the base. The man focused his eyes and looked at the werewolf’s head which was careened to peer forward. He noticed a pair of glazed over eyes looking at nothing yet everything, and a tongue still hanging out of a panting maw.

The human used his left hand to explore directly under the wagging tail he was sitting on. Thick fur was fluffed up and pleasantly groomed. He noticed the fur thinned as he moved toward what he was probing for. His hand trailed out of the fur and met with a hot, flexing ring of flesh. He watched the werewolf’s ears perk stark upright and the beast stop panting. It cocked its head and looked at the man with a lust filled look. The beast pressed its hips forward into the hand holding its dripping tool. More thin pre surged out of the tip only to run down the canine’s sloppy length and into the circle grip of the man’s hand.

The werewolf relaxed its entire body and pressed its most intimate spot against the exploring digits. The beast blinked slowly, let its tongue roll back out of its maw, and began panting again.

The man moved his probing hand back to his own cock, running his palm up the underside of his tool. He gathered the collection of sheath fluids and pre which was being emitted at almost a steady stream with every wave of pleasure the man felt.

The human moved his now slimy hand back to the canine’s flexing taint, lightly touching the ring to find his mark. He then pressed his palm on the flexing flesh and slathered it in an ample amount of natural lubrication. He ran a finger in circles around the slightly parted flesh in an attempt to tickle and tease.

The wagging tail under the man thrashed around with a renewed vigor, and the werewolf bucked his hips in a full forward and back motion trying to either have his tool jacked or get the sensation on his taint to intensify.

The human didn’t comply with either.

He kept the circle grip at the base of the canine’s cock lightly squeezing every now and again. Thin pre was constantly being spurt out only to run down the pulsing length and gather on the man’s thumb and forefinger.

The human moved his hand straight upward in an effort to squeegee off as much of the musky fluid as he could.

Small whines emanated from the canine’s panting maw, and its whole body was vibrating.

Whether it was because of the absence of pressure around the canine’s forming knot, or the hand brushing the sensitive tip in its motion upwards, the werewolf barked and thrust his hips forward.

The man moved the overflowing hand to his own cock and grasped the length, spreading the natural lube very generously over his entirety. Little flows ran down past the base, over his balls, and a few drops of the musky mix hit the wagging tail beneath him as well as the forest floor.

He gave his slopping length a couple strokes to ensure the fluid coated it both over and under his foreskin.

The man grasped his human tool in his right hand, moving it towards his left which was still lightly teasing the werewolf’s tailhole. He pulled his foreskin back and lined the head of his dick up with the flexing ring of flesh. He shifted his weight and pressed forward.

He could feel the fiery heat kissing the tip of his glans, bearing little resistance to the pressure he was putting on it. The tail wagging underneath him was tickling his undercarriage and urging him onward.

The werewolf, now devoid of sensation on its cock, pressed back into the rock hard meat threatening to spear it. The canine let out a soft whine and rocked its hips trying to quicken the intruding member’s penetration.

The man pressed forward. He could feel the ring of flesh stretch around the first half of his rock hard head. The canine started a constant low whine, begging for what it knew was coming. The man kept a consistent and firm pressure, the ring of muscle giving way with minimal resistance. His cock head slid into the flexing passage, the slickness of their mixed fluids making it really easy.

He noticed the whine the canine below him was emitting turned into a short and soft howl before it resumed panting. The werewolf’s ring of muscle clamped around the bottom edge of the man’s glans. He could feel his cock flex, and the telltale tingle let him know that he added just a bit more pre to the mix.

He moved his hands from the base of the werewolf’s tail to regrasp the canine’s cock, and to grab a handful of fur on the beast’s upper thigh.

He felt the form under him relax, then completely tense.

The werewolf dug its paws into the pine needles and grass on the ground and pushed its entire body towards the human with only one goal in mind.

The man’s length lewdly and entirely disappeared into the werewolf’s tailhole. He inhaled sharply then let out a moan, not expecting the sudden burst of sensation. The canine showed no signs of pain or discomfort, in fact he almost felt the beast was shooting him an ‘I told you so’ grin.

He could feel the werewolf’s wagging tail brush the underside of his balls with every swish back and forth. He took a moment to get used to the vice like grip the beast’s hot hole had on his dick.

The man slid his hand down the canine’s shaft and over the small forming knot. He let his hand bump into the bunched up sheath while simultaneously retracting his length halfway out of the fiery passage. He pushed forward with a lewd slurp, savouring the soft folds and radiating heat inside the werewolf.

The beast moved a meaty paw up to the human’s shoulder and gripped it, claws lightly poking his skin threatening to puncture. He moved his own hand back up the werewolf’s cock, pulled his own out, then pushed back in. His thrust was punctuated by a wet smack from down below.

The canine’s anatomy was more than accommodating for his human tool. It was intensely warm, not uncomfortably tight, very slick, and the werewolf seemed to feel no discomfort at all. In fact the beast seemed to know exactly how and what it wanted.

The human started a slow rhythm of thrusts, making sure to drag each one out while giving the werewolf cock long and wet strokes.

He noticed the inner ridges of the canine’s hole glide and bump against the top of his glans on each thrust in, and pull against it on the way out. Turbulence from the disturbed air near their crotches wafted the strong mating musk up to tickle the human’s nose. He inhaled slowly to savour the hot scent and let it burn into his memory.

The canine arched its back higher and moved its arms to its sides. It let out a short bark and dug its forepaws into the soft forest floor, adding to the marks that were there previously.

The man now had a deeper access into the shuddering werewolf below him. He could feel the ridges inside smooth out at the bottom of his thrust. Each time his tip hit that smooth spot the werewolf’s cock would jump and spurt a line of watery pre in the direction it was pointed. Caught up in the moment, he aimed the canine meat at his own panting chest and kept up his thrusting while continuing to stroke the throbbing meat. His chest was hit with the small streams of pre, that quickly began running down his stomach and mixing with the sloppy mess of fluids on and around his crotch.

He was letting the werewolf mark him with its scent in the most intimate way. The man could feel the hot fluid begin to cool as it ran, its odor adding to their rutting musk.

The human leaned forward in between the werewolf’s furred thighs and pressed his chest up against the leaking canine meat. He extended his left hand forward and grabbed a handful of the beast’s chest fur. He pressed the cock against his sloppy chest with the palm of his right hand and began to use his belly to jack the werewolf off in time with his hip movements.

The werewolf lifted its head up, ears standing upright, maw dripping with saliva and heavily panting. It pressed its nose against the human’s cheek and lapped it a few times before quickly moving to his neck.

The man felt sparks run down his spine. He let out a small gasp and shivered. That felt really good.

The canine pulled its muzzle back, licking its chops. The man dropped his head down and pressed it into the crook of the werewolf’s neck. The sensation of fur on skin was decadent. He inhaled the earthy scent of the beast’s fur and continued his thrusts into the canine’s rear, picking up his pace.

The canine tool was pointed directly at the underside of his chin and every now and again he would feel a small stream hit and stick before running. He noticed the musky fluid was gaining viscosity.

He figured the werewolf must be getting close.

He ran his right hand to the base of the canine’s cock and gripped. The knot had gained a substantial amount of girth since the last time he felt it, now noticeably wider than the cock shaft.

He moved his head back from the beast’s neck but still remained parallel with the werewolf. He locked eyes with the canine, slowing his thrusts to a stop and pulling out almost completely. Only the head of his human cock stayed inside.

The man released the canine tool noticing it still pressed against his chest. He brought his now free hand up to his face and sniffed at it, head swimming in the musky, strong scent. The werewolf closed its panting maw and cocked its head quizzically, watching as the man inched the coated palm towards his lips. The canine leaned forward to sniff at the man’s hand as he licked it from palm to the tips of his fingers gathering as much of the fluid as he could on his tongue before swallowing it. The canine pushed its cold nose into the backside of the man’s hand and began lapping between his fingers, getting the remaining fluids cleaned off.

He gave the werewolf a couple pets atop its head before shifting his weight.

The human moved each hand to place them on the beast’s furred pecs. He lifted himself up and arched his back, the leaking canine tool still adding emissions to his dripping stomach. He could feel the canine trying to push back against his pelvis, its tailhole hungry for the pounding it was receiving.

The man rammed his cock into the tight passage with a lewd sloppy sound. He aimed for the smooth flesh at the deepest part of his thrust. The man pulled his dick almost completely out each thrust before driving it back in. The canine below him barked softly as he hilted each time. He could feel the jumping canine cock spurt a line pre with every slight motion.

Changing the pace, the man leaned toward the beast. He began hammering short and deep, trying to grind the werewolf’s sweet spot. The canine audibly whined and its head lurched forward.

Sharp pain flashed across the man’s vision localized to the spot where his neck met his shoulder. The werewolf sunk its teeth into the human’s flesh and the man threw his head back. He moved his right arm to embrace the werewolf in a makeshift hug, digging his hand into the fur and grabbing a modest handful.

He could feel sparks of light flash from his neck to his toes and his body drew in a great breath.

There was no turning back or stopping it now.

Breathing heavily, the man could feel his orgasm starting to blossom in his chest. The pleasure radiated through all his limbs and pulsated deep within his being. His thrusts that were met with the werewolf pushing back became erratic and unmet.

His balls began churning and he lurched forward gripping the beast’s neck hard in the crook of his arm. The man hung on for dear life, reaching a sensation of pleasure he’d never experienced before.

The werewolf tightened its jaws around his shoulder. It moved a paw to the man’s back and placed it between his shoulder blades. The canine extended its claws and raked them straight down the human’s spine just hard enough to leave scratches that were dotted with small spots of blood.

The human cried out overwhelmed with sensation. He thrust himself as deep as he could in the werewolf’s hole one, two, three times, then felt his orgasm rush from his taint to the tip of his dick. His cock spasmed, and with each flex he shot a rope of jizz deep into the furry beast. The man’s grip on the werewolf’s neck tightened with each contraction of his body as he rode out what felt like the longest orgasm of his life.

He slid a hand to the base of the canine’s cock, gripping the fully engorged knot and squeezing it tight. He noticed the entire shaft had thickened over the duration of their rut.

The werewolf let out a primal growl that rose in crescendo to an ear-splitting howl. Its jaws loosened, then gripped even tighter on the man’s shoulder.

Through the blinding bliss of his orgasm the man still was able to feel the eruption of liquid hit the underside of his chin. Splashes of the beast’s virile spunk hit both fur and skin as it shot stream after stream all over the pair. It gathered and ran covering both of them in the steamy werewolf fluid.

The human’s thrusts were few and far between as the sensations became overwhelming. He could feel the tight canine passage grip and pulse around his cock as each rope of werewolf spunk hit his body. The canine’s orgasm seemed to last much longer than his.

He lodged himself as deeply as he could into the beast and held the position. The jaws on the man’s shoulder bit down just a bit harder before releasing. The werewolf moved its muzzle back and began to lap at the deep indents its sharp fangs left in the flesh. The pulsating wolf meat was still squirting semen, but the consistency had thinned considerably. Each flex of the beast’s tailhole around the man’s cock was followed by another spurt of weakened cum onto his chest. The human kept a vice like grip on the beast’s pulsating knot.

The watery fluids were running down his chest to where the pair were connected, or dripping directly onto the matted black fur beneath him. The werewolf was panting heavily, its entire body rocking with spasms as it lapped at the punctures it had just inflicted.

The pair sat there for minutes, the werewolf’s cock continuing to flex and spritz fluid. They were both drenched in musky canine semen cooling in the night air. Slowly the squirts of werewolf spunk decreased in volume until the tapered tip was simply oozing down its shaft with each spasm.

The man took the hint and slowly pulled his softening cock out of the slick tailhole. The werewolf let out a soft whine and it could immediately feel the absence of the smaller human’s manhood. Its rock hard cock still pulsated with the aftershocks of their messy rut.

The werewolf whined, making sure the man heard its displeasure with the emptiness it felt under its dripping tail.

The man’s glans spread the ring of muscle as it was withdrawn. He momentarily left it in before letting out a shudder then removing it completely. He could see a wave of his own fluids gushing out and rolling over the wagging tail beneath him. The musky aroma of their mating wafted around the pair. Even if you had no idea what a werewolf smelled like you’d know exactly what they did. The human smiled. He could’ve sworn he’d never came that much in his life.

The used tailhole clenched and unclenched with each flex of the werewolf’s body. Tiny drops of thin semen ran down the canine’s cock and over its knot punctuating the end of its lengthy orgasm. The human could still feel the knot pulsate in his grasp.

The werewolf’s panting slowed and the man could feel his own heartbeat return to a normal rhythm. He released the canine tool.

Taking his hand, he scooped up some of the pooled werewolf spunk and moved it to his rear. He smeared it between his ass cheeks, running his fingers over his own puckered flesh, making sure the fluids saturated his whole being. He gave the werewolf a small kiss on its nose then collapsed onto the beast’s sticky chest fur, sandwiching the leaky bone between them.

The furred werewolf wrapped the smaller human in an embrace and licked the top of his head, tousling his messy hair. The human noticed the orange sized canine knot shrinking between them, and eventually felt when the slick flesh of the tool slid back into its sheath. It left a syrupy fluid on the beast’s black fur in its wake before the nestling back into its protective home.

The man could feel something against his chest; another heartbeat.

The moon was still high in the sky when the human’s eyelids closed. A little rest was in order. He was content nestled in the werewolf’s hug and plenty warm enough. He figured a little clean up would be necessary but that could wait.

6907 words. Too many hours to count.