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He'd been stalking his prey for the better part of the night. It was cold and wet in the forest as rain poured from the sky and tapped against the leaves on its way to the ground, and thunder rolled in the clouds above.

The black wolf's nose twitched--his target had changed his heading yet again. Slokus, armed only with the knife strapped to his side and the rope coiled around his chest, stealthily veered to the east, keeping himself downwind in the damp underbrush. He knew that he was tracking another wolf, a male who had seen at least 20 summers fewer than himself, and one who was hopelessly lost. The poor thing had been wandering aimlessly in the chilled, inky darkness, erratically switching directions in a useless attempt to find his way home; Slokus could smell his fear and hunger in the small scraps of fur he'd left behind in the brambles and in his piss markings.

Most wolves in this area would have already rejoined their packs by this time of night, and especially in this weather--at last count, Slokus had noted three small packs and two larger ones occupying this region. And the thunderstorm that had crashed in was even enough to make a loner like Slokus consider giving up the hunt for another day. But this straggler, this lost soul, smelled young and fresh enough to be worth the effort to track and put out of his misery. The black wolf's stomach growled and his mouth watered at the thought of the succulent meal that would follow the climax of the hunt.

All he had to do was find the right moment to plant himself in his prey's path. He could tell it was coming soon--as hungry and tired as he was, Slokus could tell that his target was even more exhausted, he'd been catching up on fresher scents for the past hour, which meant that the wolf ahead of him was slowing down. If Slokus wasn't careful, he'd end up getting too close to his prey and spooking him off.

He sniffed the air again after another half hour of stalking to realize that his target was following the creek nearby, going north. Slokus grinned. It was as if the poor thing knew where he could find a place to rest--too bad for him that he was heading directly for the black wolf's den. The time was ripe for the kill.

With the rain still beating down on him, Slokus sped up and carefully veered northeast, still downwind of his oblivious prey and giving him a wide berth. The soaking leaves and underbrush stuck to his drenched fur as he darted by, and the muddy ground occasionally slipped under his feet as he ran. Soon, he started bearing northwest again, closing in on the creekside path his target was so conveniently following. There'd be a point when he wouldn't be able to smell the wolf he was tracking, since he'd moved ahead to the ambush point, but Slokus knew without a doubt that the wandering morsel would present himself all the same.

The black wolf eventually came to the side of the creek, where he found a thicket to conceal himself within. The rain bounced off of the leaves and tapped against his muzzle as he waited. He crouched down low, building the tension in his legs to pounce from his hiding spot. It was cold enough for his breath to fog, and he inhaled the earthy, wet aromas of the forest before exhaling calmly to prepare himself. His prey wouldn't see it coming at all.

Sure enough, after another ten minutes of waiting, Slokus heard the soft, wet footsteps in the mud and the labored panting of his target approaching. He could smell the wet fur that wasn't his own, and he could feel the wind hold in the same direction, keeping his own scent hidden. And then Slokus saw: A young, muscled, gray wolf, as nude as himself (except for a bow, a quiver full of arrows, and a knife strapped to his side) emerged from behind one of the wide oak trees, stumbling along by the creek. Slokus crouched even lower and dug his feet into the ground.

"Fuck's sake...why'd they make it so hard to find..." he heard the gray wolf mutter.

Slokus clenched his fingers, ready to grab.

BOOM--thunder clapped overhead, startling the gray wolf to pick up his pace again, huffing as he neared the bush where Slokus was hiding.

The black wolf stayed still, watching his prey pass within ten feet of him, then go further along the path as he muttered, "It's not fair...I didn't ask for this..."

CRASH--Slokus tore out of the thicket, and before the gray wolf could even turn around to see the source of the noise, Slokus grabbed him by the shoulders, pinned him to the ground, and delivered a swift blow to the head to knock him unconscious.

The rain steadily beat down on them, the gray wolf face-down in the mud and Slokus sitting on his back, huffing in triumph. The black wolf waited a moment, just to make sure his target was completely subdued, before he got off the gray wolf's back and crouched over him, sniffing and inspecting his prize. He saw that he'd been right about their age difference, somewhere between 20 and 25 summers; the young wolf couldn't have been much older than his second or third hunting season. Auburn fur markings on his shoulder blades were the telltale sign of the Lysene pack, one of the two larger groups in the area, which meant they could easily survive the loss of a single wolf, and especially one as young as this pup. Slokus relieved the gray wolf of his weaponry--he slung the bow and quiver of arrows over his own shoulder while the knife, too dull and too small to be of any real use, was thrown into the creek. The black wolf then took up his own knife--a much larger, sharper weapon--and held it to the unconscious wolf's throat, intending to bleed him dry before dragging him back to his den to skin, gut, and feast on him. He almost felt sorry for the young pup, so helpless and lost, and unaware that he'd be nourishing Slokus. The black wolf breathed in, ready to make the cut, but he paused.

He sniffed the air again. An aroma, not entirely unfamiliar, had wafted up to his nose. Still holding the knife to the gray wolf's throat, Slokus sniffed once more--there was no mistaking what the scent was, he just couldn't figure out if it was coming from the wolf he'd ambushed or from somewhere else. He looked down at his unconscious prey, then shrugged to himself; bleeding the boy could wait until he was certain.

Slokus slipped the knife back into its sheath strapped to his hip, then he used his rope to bind the pup's wrists behind his back and his ankles together. From there, Slokus grabbed his prey by the legs and started dragging.

It was a long, cold, wet, muddy, and rocky mile and a half to Slokus's den, and the black wolf could feel his energy fading with every step he hauled his catch. But the warmth and dryness of his cave was even more welcome than food. Slokus felt revitalized as he shook the water from his fur, and he took the time to further restrain the still-out cold gray wolf and bind him to a post set in the ground. Once done, he inspected the young wolf again--this time in the controlled environment of his den, Slokus could be sure of what he smelled.

The gray wolf's head, ears, neck armpits, hands, and feet all smelled the way they should have for a male his age. Slokus sniffed his crotch to find the undeniable musk of a male, but then...there it was. That odor he hadn't smelled in so long, but would recognize anywhere: the pheromones of a bitch in heat with an extremely fertile womb.

Slokus shook his head to himself--there was no way a male pup could make such a scent, was there? He sniffed the sheath and testicles, which appeared normal. Then he went lower, under the gray-furred balls--the taint was exactly as it should have been, too. Slokus hurriedly flipped the wolf onto his stomach and lifted his tail, taking a deep whiff of the boy's ass.

His heart jumped, his stomach dropped, and his loins stirred--the scent and what it was telling him was undeniable. Some way, somehow, this young wolf he'd ambushed was a male who could conceive and carry a litter.

Slokus sat back and ran a hand through the fur on his head; this changed everything. Here he was, about ready to skin and eat the whelp he'd been tracking for so long, and yet...

He shook his head to himself, the notions of a plan starting to come together. After another moment of deliberating, Slokus rose to his feet and busied himself with a fire.

---

The smell of roasting rabbit finally brought Akal back to the waking world. As he laid on his stomach, he was aware of a dull ache on the back of his head, his back was stiff and sore, and he was...hungry beyond belief, and that rabbit smelled unbelievably delicious.

He opened his eyes to see he was facing an earthen wall--was he in a den somewhere? Had someone found him and...wait, why couldn't he move his...

Akal wriggled and realized his wrists, forearms, and hands were completely bound together behind his back, and his ankles, calves, and knees had been tied together, too--his ankles had even been hog-tied to his waist.

"It's alright, you can turn over and sit up," a gruff voice said over the crackling of the fire.

Akal froze.

"Go ahead, boy. If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already," the voice chuckled easily.

Akal took a breath and flipped himself over onto his aching back, then struggled to sit up with his legs curled tightly in front of him. As he righted himself, he saw his host stare back at him over the flickering flames and the roasting rabbit between them: He was a thickset black wolf with white face markings, and Akal saw that he looked old enough to be his father. The black wolf was twiddling a large knife in his fingers as he watched Akal sit up, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

"Seems you're a heavy sleeper," the black wolf said.

Akal cleared his throat. "I...where am I? Who are you? Did you--"

"Easy, kid, easy, one thing at a time," the black wolf said over him, holding his hands up in a gesture of peace (even though one of his hands still held his knife). "Name's Slokus, been roaming these woods for a long time. This is my home. I brought you here after I ambushed you."

The wheels in Akal's mind turned as he processed what he was hearing. "You ambushed...why? The Lysene has a treaty with every pack here, what were you--"

"Thought you were a moose or some big game," Slokus said casually, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, I'm not part of a pack, so I'm not party to any treaty the Lysene has."

Akal gulped and felt his heart skip a beat. This wolf was a loner? He remembered the old stories his parents had told him--tales of cannibal loners who'd gobble up naughty pups who strayed too far from the safety of the pack. Even though he'd grown up thinking that those were just make-believe stories adults told their young to make them behave, he couldn't help but feel as if he was living one of those stories right now.

"Now, as for why you're tied up like that," he grunted, shifting in his seat to reach up and turn the rabbit on its spit over the fire, "when I realized I'd taken out some kid like you, I thought I'd better bring you back here where it's warm and dry--it's raining harder than anything I've seen before. And the ropes were because I had a feeling you'd try running off or fighting me...more for my protection than keeping you prisoner. Now, I'm not going to hurt you while you're here, I can promise you that. And if you'll be calm and easy, I can cut you loose."

Akal looked at the entrance to the cave, where rain was pouring even more furiously than he remembered. The dark and rain had completely warped his perception of the forest, he had no idea where he was in relation to his pack's grounds, and even if he could find his way back to the rest of the Lysene, he'd have nothing to show from his hunt--as if he needed further ostracizing from the pack. No, it would be best to stay put, and if he was going to be Slokus's guest for the night, it would be better to be agreeable and calm. Plus, even though the black wolf still held his knife, this loner didn't seem like the crazed cannibal type Akal remembered from his bedtime stories.

"You have the word of Akal, I won't run, and I won't try to hurt you," Akal said sincerely.

Slokus studied him for a moment, then nodded and moved to cut the gray wolf's bonds. When the loose ropes slid to the ground, Akal stretched his legs and rubbed his wrists gratefully. "My bow and arrow, and my knife, did you--"

"Your knife got lost, but your other weapons are safe here," Slokus assured the young wolf.

Akal opened his mouth to speak, but Slokus cut him off. "Before any more questions, though, I got a couple for you, first one being the most important: Are you hungry?"

Akal paused--his ears perked up, then he nodded, his tail wagging enthusiastically. Slokus grinned in reply before he began cutting portions of the roasted rabbit and separating them out for himself and Akal. He watched his guest voraciously tear through his helping, chewing through the tendons and ravenously gulping down the steaming meat while he nibbled on his own portion, savoring the flavors on his tongue. As he ate, Slokus could imagine just how tender the fresh meat of a certain young wolf would have tasted instead, but he was content for now with the rabbit he'd saved from a previous hunt. There were no sounds in the cave for a few minutes except the crunch of bones, the smacking of lips, and the satisfied sighs of two well-fed predators. When they were done, Akal leaned back against the cave wall.

"Ah, thank you so much...I can't tell you how much I needed that," Akal breathed serenely.

Slokus grinned as he leaned forward in his seat. "Glad you enjoyed. Now that we've got something on our stomachs," the black wolf began, "I've got my other question for you. Why do you smell like a bitch in heat?"

Akal, once so relaxed and at ease with a full belly, tensed with his ears back and his tail curled. "I don't--"

"S'okay, pup, I could smell the pheromones while you were out," Slokus told him. "Besides, who else am I going to tell?"

Akal hesitated, biting his lip while Slokus studied him for a moment--he could tell the youngster was debating with himself, and Slokus intuited why the gray wolf stayed silent.

"Unless...there's nobody else to tell...because your pack knows already and they treat you like an outcast," Slokus surmised. "And you want to be treated normally for once."

Akal hung his head and slumped his shoulders. "You got it...how'd you know?"

Slokus chuckled. "From one outcast to another, you pick up on things."

Akal shook his head to himself and looked back up at the older wolf who was watching him intently. "I was born under the Mother Moon," he started. "There were four other births that same night, all of them females. Everyone was sure I was going to be female, too, but..."

"What'd they do when they figured out you're a boy?"

"The shaman took me in for my first four summers," Akal answered. "He kept me away from everyone else while he studied me, fed me, housed me...treated me like his own cub. When he gave me back to my parents, he announced to the whole pack that the Mother Moon blessed me with the gift of reproducing even though I'm a male."

Slokus nodded, starting to see what his guest was leading to. "Differences like that make you untouchable."

Akal sighed and hung his head again. "It was hard being so alone all the time. Even with my parents and other pups my age...nobody could or would have anything to do with me unless absolutely necessary. So I was on my own. Just like I was tonight--hunting alone, then the rain came in, and I got lost." Akal chuckled grimly to himself. "Guess I was lucky you thought I was a moose and ambushed me."

"Hmm...I suppose so," Slokus mused, satisfied with how guillably the young wolf had accepted his lie--the pup had no clue how close he'd come to being a meal himself.

As they sat quietly in the warmth of the crackling fire, Slokus could imagine how isolated Akal must have been in his youth and how that isolation carried onward into his maturity--from the way his would-be prey carried himself, Slokus could see the signs as clear as day. Try as he might to be self-reliant, Akal was desperate for affection, for some greater sense of control in his life, and for kinship of some kind. These were all concepts that Slokus could work with, provided he broached the subject tactfully enough for Akal to believe that the black wolf was his only option for getting what he wanted. Slokus could feel the lingering twinges of hunger gnaw at his stomach as he looked at Akal, but he mentally pushed it aside, instead scheming how the young wolf could satiate a different craving.

---

When Akal awoke the next morning, he realized that he was alone in the den. A cool wind ruffled his fur as it breezed through the cave entrance, where he saw that last night's rain had slowed to a drizzle. He stretched and yawned before scratching himself, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep--as he scratched his belly, his hand drifted down to his groin, where he absently fondled his plumping sheath, with a good inch of his tip already poking out. Akal sighed to himself--the morning wood wasn't usually this active already upon waking up, but something about the cave was arousing him. He sniffed the air, realizing that he hadn't been able to smell much last night through the roasted rabbit and both his and Slokus's wet fur. But now he could detect Slokus's musk so clearly it might as well have been painted all over the cave walls. Something about the older, bigger wolf's scent was enough to get Akal excited, and he gently cupped his balls and massaged them, coaxing more of his length from his warm sheath.

Akal sniffed the air more, trying to follow a particularly pungent scent thread--with one hand still groping himself, he rose to his feet and let his nose lead him deeper into the den. He passed by little wood carvings that Slokus must have whittled himself, then a stash of weapons, where Akal saw his bow and arrow. More curious about the aroma he was following, the young wolf carried on further in the cave. He noted where Slokus stored his food, then he stumbled across where the wolf kept his extra blankets--Akal sniffed again, realizing that this was where the intoxicatingly musky aroma was coming from.

Disregarding the neatness of the stacked blankets, Akal began rooting around for the source of the scent that now had his cock fully erect, save for the knot still in his sheath. He grabbed each blanket and sniffed before tossing them aside, until he happened upon what he was looking for: a thin wool covering that had faded splotches and stains on it, which, from the ropey, overlapping patterns, could only be one thing.

Akal huffed, then licked one of the stains--the dried semen on the blanket tasted heavenly. Still in the roughly hewn corridor and kneeling over the pile of blankets he'd messed up, the young wolf gave into his urges. He began stroking himself as he licked and sucked on the blanket he held, vigorously lapping one stain before moving onto the next, hungry for the last remnants of cum that lingered in the fabric. The scents and flavors--not to mention the fact that he could be caught at any moment if Slokus returned and stumbled across him--were driving him wild. He imagined the older wolf humping into the blanket on some lonely night, desperate for a warm, tight hole to hump, to caress his length and coax him to completion. In his mind's eye, Akal could see Slokus sliding his cock in and out of his fabric-wrapped hands, simulating an eager and willing bitch in heat...like himself.

Akal pumped faster with abandon as the fantasy kept playing in his imagination. He could see Slokus humping more and more intently, the older, heavyset wolf snarling and tensing as he got closer to the edge.

Akal took another big whiff of the blanket, letting the intoxicating scent flood his nostrils while he imagined Slokus, unable to hold himself back anymore, grasp his knot tightly and let loose a torrent of potent cum, marking the blanket with the very same stain that Akal was slurping on now. Slokus would've imagined that his balls were pumping shot after shot of pups into the bitch he'd mated with, siring a litter in seconds. Just from the smell of the old cum stain, Akal could tell how virile his host's load was, and he found himself wishing to be the bitch that Slokus had impregnated.

He gripped his cock tightly, staining his fingers with the pre that leaked from his urethra, and groaned softly to himself. Akal closed his eyes, submitting completely to the fantasy; Slokus, so generous for feeding him and letting him stay in a warm den last night, now rubbed his hand over Akal's belly, feeling for the pups he'd planted inside him. He'd sown his seed repeatedly, ensuring the perfect pregnancy for his brood-father, and Akal shivered under his touch while he felt small kicks inside him.

"Our pack...yours and mine..." Slokus growled in Akal's ear.

A pack of his own, full of pups who would look up to the both of them, who would love them and they would love in return. A pack he could grow with Slokus and make into something better.

The gray wolf grunted--he couldn't contain it any longer. Akal bit down on the blanket in his mouth and bucked into his hand. His legs shook, his cock spasmed hard in his grasp as it pulsed, and he heard the soft splaff, splaff, splaff of his load hitting the floor hard, splatting ropes of cum under him. Akal rocked with his orgasm, his hole involuntarily winking hard in need of a hot, thick cock to fill it and inject it with a load of puppy batter for him to carry. He huffed with each convulsion, settling back down into reality after his nuts had emptied.

Akal opened his eyes again to see the mess he'd made.

"Ah shit..."

After another minute of recovering his senses and catching his breath, he slowly rearranged the pile of blankets, neatening them up to how they were before he'd gone digging through them. Once they were folded and put away, he turned his attention to the splattered ropes of cum on the floor, glistening in the dim light. He looked behind himself, checking that Slokus hadn't returned, but the coast was clear. Akal sighed to himself--he knew that if he used one of the blankets to wipe up his semen, there was a very good chance that Slokus would sniff it out. And he couldn't use his hands to wipe it up and then deposit it outside, that would be marking territory that wasn't his to mark. Really, there was only one way to dispose of the evidence.

Akal knelt down low to the floor and lapped up his spilled seed, his tongue scooping up the viscous and salty ropes from the stone. He savored the flavors on his palate as he licked up every last drop and splatter, leaving a clean--though wet--spot on the floor. As his cock softened and began sinking back into his sheat, he quickly wiped away the remaining saliva with his forearm and swallowed the cum he'd gathered in his mouth, hoping that his semen wouldn't carry on his breath enough for Slokus to smell it.

---

Slokus, hauling a deer he'd taken down on a hunt, trudged up the hill to the den entrance later that morning, where he found Akal tending to a fire that the gray wolf had built himself.

"Morning," Slokus grunted. "Sleep well?"

Akal watched the older wolf shake himself off before he deposited the deer near the fire and sank down to sit, clearly exhausted. "Oh yeah...very comfy place you have. Thanks again for letting me stay the night."

"Of course, no trouble at all," Slokus said genially before he stretched. "Oof, that buck took some work," he groaned, nodding at the dead deer.

"I've never even come close to bagging something that big," Akal said in awe. "The best I've done is a few quail here and there."

"Think you'll try hunting on your way back to the Lysene today?" Slokus asked. He looked at the cave entrance, seeing it was still raining. "Then again, you might want to wait for the storm to clear."

Akal nodded. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay until then. I can help out while I'm here so I'm not a burden on you, I just really don't have the skill to hunt in the rain, much less find my way back home."

"You can stay as long as you like, kid," Slokus said with a smile. He paused, then took up, "Although, from what you said last night, it didn't sound like much of a home to go back to, with the way they treat you."

Akal shrugged in acknowledgement. "I guess...although it's the only home I've known."

Slokus nodded, not letting on how pleased he was at Akal's almost defeated response; he was aware that the "right" thing to do was to reunite with his pack, but he most certainly wasn't eager to do so. Slokus could work with that. "Oh sure," he said, conciliatory. "But there's something to be said for finding a new home to know. Or making one of your own."

Akal quietly poked at the fire, mulling over the older wolf's words.

Slokus sighed to himself, then looked over at the deer. "Well, how'd you like to help me process this deer?"

Akal looked up, curious.

"You ever done that before?"

The gray wolf shook his head.

"Well, c'mere, pup, I'll teach you how it's done," Slokus encouraged, shuffling over to the deer and motioning for Akal to join him.

As they worked together, with Slokus showing Akal how to skin the deer, process the insides, and cut the meat, they chatted more about Akal's upbringing. Every time the gray wolf spoke, Slokus could smell the salty, stale odor of semen on Akal's breath, and he mentally counted that as a victory, especially after having planted his humping blanket in an easy-to-find spot earlier that morning and left fresh piss marks around his den. The scents were sure to arouse the young wolf's lust and curiosity, and judging from the cum Akal had clearly swallowed, they'd done the trick perfectly, signaling to the fertile and needy bitch just how good (and particularly potent) a father Slokus would be. With that and the subtle promise of food that Slokus could provide (thanks to the rabbit from last night and the fresh deer this morning), Akal's body instinctively knew that the young wolf wanted to carry Slokus's young. All Slokus would need to do now was appeal to his higher reasoning, to manipulate his target into believing that staying would be the right decision. And a young, vulnerable, desperate untouchable like Akal would be easy enough to convince under the right circumstances.

---

Slokus's opportunity arrived two days after he taught Akal how to break down the deer. The rain hadn't stopped at all, leaving Akal stuck in the cave while Slokus hunted, planted more of his musky semen and piss around his den for Akal to absorb, and talked at length with the young wolf about his home and what he wanted out of his life. Through their conversations, Slokus could tell that Akal was becoming both more accustomed to the idea of not going back to the Lysene pack and more naturally hooked on Slokus's biological potential as a father and mate--the smell of his pheromones grew stronger by the hour, so much so that his body was practically begging Slokus to breed him. On more than one occasion, Slokus had seen Akal bend over to "pick something up" and unintentionally raise his tail to display his winking, gaping hole in invitation.

The two had grown more physically intimate, cuddling together for warmth after a hearty meal and during the cold rains, Akal giving Slokus back rubs and Slokus tending to Akal's feet and legs. They'd playfully groped each other a handful of times, Akal going more for Slokus's groin while Slokus would tease Akal's backside. But they didn't do more--Akal still out of fear of being kicked out into the cold, and Slokus out of a desire to let the young wolf stew in his desire just a little longer.

The relationship built to the point where, when they laid together after finishing off the deer, Slokus at last took his chance. He was spooning the young wolf, embracing him tightly in his arms, while Akal scooted back into Slokus's belly as much as he could.

"Ah, I could get used to this," Akal sighed as he snugged up against Slokus.

Slokus could see the opening, and he took it. "You and me both...actually, I've been thinking."

Akal turned his head to the side, listening to the older wolf.

"I've been enjoying having you here. It's been like...having a pack again, a really nice one. And...would I be wrong to say that you've been enjoying it, too?"

Akal shook his head. "No...honestly, this has been the best time of my life for a long time. I could see myself starting a pack like this, away from the Lysene...do things our own way."

Slokus grinned and squeezed Akal closer to him, eliciting a soft squeal from the younger gray wolf. "Well...why don't we?"

"Why don't we...what?"

"Why don't we start our own pack?" Slokus suggested.

"Just the two of us?"

Slokus took a calculated pause, pretending to consider it. "Hmm maybe. Or...we could make more..."

His hand drifted down to Akal's stomach, and the younger wolf felt heat rise in his cheeks while his heart skipped a beat. "You mean..."

"Well, think about it," Slokus took up. "I've been a loner for a long time, you've been an outcast your whole life...why not the two of us start a pack our way? A young pup like you, I'm sure you've especially got ideas on how to best lead a pack. You've had a hard life at the mercy of others...but with me, and because of your gift, you could be..."

"At the top...of a new pack," Akal finished slowly. He wriggled around in Slokus's arms to face him now, staring up into the older wolf's eyes.

"Our pack. Yours and mine," Slokus said, his tone sincere. He ran a hand through the fur on Akal's head before cupping the side of the young wolf's face. "What do you think?"

Akal shivered in anticipation, then stilled as he contemplated Slokus's words. He felt so warm and safe in the black wolf's arms--even though the circumstances of their meeting hadn't been ideal, he never wanted to let this feeling go. He looked down at Slokus's chest and traced a finger over a defined pectoral as he turned his options over in his mind. If he went back to the Lysene, he'd still be nothing more than a social outcast without any kind of protector like Slokus. No friends, no real family--it was just him, alone. The older wolf had shown him so much kindness, so much generosity, so much...kinship. Here, he had a home...here, he could have a family.

He looked up at Slokus again, and nodded.

Slokus raised his eyebrows. "You're sure?"

Akal could feel his desire to be with Slokus grow even more, and he wrapped his legs around the black wolf's. "Please...breed me...let's start a pack."

Slokus could hear the need in Akal's voice, and the intensity of his pheromones ramped up further, so much so that they fully invaded Slokus's senses. The older wolf was grateful he held out as long as he could; one more night and he more than likely would've forced himself upon Akal. But now the pup was asking for it, pleading for it...how could he refuse?

Slokus leaned down to kiss Akal, his lips meeting the younger wolf's tenderly. Akal held onto Slokus tightly as they kissed, opening his mouth in submission for Slokus to invade with his tongue. The older wolf lapped over Akal's palate, running his tongue across his teeth and back towards his throat. Akal suckled on the tongue that writhed in his mouth, eagerly swallowing all the drool that Slokus had to give.

Slokus pushed his hips against Akal's, grinding his groin into the younger wolf's, as they rolled from side to side, passionately moaning into each other's hungry mouths. He felt his stiffening cock slide over Akal's plump sheath and balls--all he wanted to do was aim his manhood lower, to slip inside the warmth that was waiting for him, and breed.

"Mmmf...I need you..." Akal moaned between kisses and soft gasps for air.

The fire in Slokus's loins grew, and he primally growled as he took action. He rolled on top of Akal, pinning the young wolf's arms to the ground over his head. Slokus forced more of his tongue into Akal's mouth and deliberately humped his groin more, his throbbing member--now fully erect with only his knot still in his sheath--rubbing against the young cock that twitched under him. Akal was squirming in his grasp, gyrating his hips further to provoke Slokus--when the older wolf couldn't take any more of this teasing, he at last broke the kiss, leaving a few strands of saliva connecting their muzzles as he huffed in Akal's face. He watched Akal greedily lick his lips, catching the strings of drool on his tongue as he panted.

"Let's get you ready, pup," Slokus growled.

In meek submission, Akal held still with his belly up and legs spread as Slokus moved down his body, torturously lapping over his fur as he went. Akal moaned as Soluks worked his way to his destination; Slokus huffed and sniffed over and around his crotch, he shoved his nose into Akal's pelvic joints, and then he pushed the supple legs further apart as he descended downward over Akal's taint.

"Oooh!" Akal gasped when he felt Slokus at last press his cold, wet nose against his puckered hole.

Slokus huffed deeply, nearly overwhelming his senses with Akal's pheromones. They were so pungent and so intense that they were practically screaming at him to breed the bitch--his bitch. Giddy as he was, Slokus steadied himself and lapped over the wrinkly rim, encouraging it to relax. Akal moaned and raised his legs while keeping them apart, granting Slokus even more access to his ass. Slokus reached up to firmly cradle Akal's thighs, helping support them while he lapped lovingly over the orifice, smothering his tongue in pheromones and slathering the hole with his saliva. It didn't take much effort for the sphincter to start gaping, and Slokus happily slipped his tongue inside, eliciting another satisfied gasp from Akal.

To Slokus, the gray wolf's hole tasted better than any deer or moose he'd ever brought down. Not only could he taste Akal's sweat and musk, but the gray wolf's insides were producing copious amounts of thin, lubricating mucus, flavored with Akal's natural pheromones.

"Grrrr," Slokus growled into Akal's ass while he lapped up as much as he could--it was like slurping nectar, and he wanted more. In the back of his mind, he could imagine just how delicious the rest of the wolf would have been if he'd followed his original plan and eaten Akal after ambushing him. As he noisily slurped and schlorped on Akal's ass, he huffed and grinned to himself at the realization that he was still technically eating his prey--just in a different way, and he wasn't about to complain about it.

Akal, meanwhile, panted and whined, feeling the heat rise in his groin, stomach, and chest. He unconsciously ran his hands over his body, from his shoulders to his navel. His hands then wandered down to his cock and balls, which rested on Slokus's snout--the older wolf breathed heavily as he gnashed his teeth against the sensitive rim of Akal's hole and invaded his insides with his tongue. Getting so ferociously eaten out like this lit a kind of primal fire in Akal, burning through his mind as he closed his eyes. He simply lost himself to the pleasure that wracked his body and delighted in the sensations Slokus was coaxing out of him.

"Take me...devour me...fill me," he mindlessly pleaded.

"All for...our pack," Slokus responded between licks and slurps.

After another fifteen minutes of loosening Akal's hole to the point where it practically sagged open--both so relaxed and so desperate to get filled--Slokus withdrew his tongue. Akal's anus and taint were so liberally coated in spit that his fur was matted and dripping. Slokus's snout was just as wet, and he wiped his chin on the back of his hand while he licked his lips for the lingering flavors of Akal's pheromones. Akal had let his head flop back on the floor and he had been moaning and whining nonstop, his tongue hanging out on the floor.

"Alright, pup," Slokus rumbled. He grasped Akal by the ankles and began to twist, flipping the smaller, younger wolf over. Akal started out of his reverie and helped Slokus by turning over on his stomach. "Hands and knees. Now."

Akal obeyed the command, rising to his hands and knees while Slokus sidled up behind him, yanked up his tail, and rubbed his thick thumb around the gaping rim before sliding it easily into his ass. Akal moaned at the digit filling him and reflexively clenched.

"Yeah, you want more, don't you," Slokus growled. He wiggled his thumb around inside Akal, manipulating the loosened ring of muscle that had contracted around it.

"Yeessss..." Akal hissed, wagging his rump back and forth enticingly.

Slokus withdrew his thumb, then lined up the tip of his cock with Akal's hole. He lightly slapped his cockhead--viscous pre already leaking from his protruding urethra--against the wet opening, making Akal relax even more.

"What do you want, boy?" Slokus asked as he continued teasing Akal.

"I want to grow a pack with you," Akal responded eagerly.

Slokus smirked and pushed the bulbous tip of his cock into Akal--he moaned at the warm, moist confines that welcomed him inside, but stopped after the first two inches, holding still.

"And how are we gonna do that?" he prompted.

"By loading me up...with a litter of your pups."

Slokus pushed the next two inches of his bulging shaft inside, squishing and sliding against Akal's lubed guts, then halted again.

"What are you going to do with my litter?"

"I'll carry them...birth them...raise them..." Akal panted desperately.

Slokus used one hand to rub Akal's back while his other pushed down on his taut sheath, which had grown so tight around his inflating knot. He huffed and grunted when he pushed down the skin and fur, freeing the red knot while he slid the next two inches of his cock inside his bitch.

"And then what should I do while you're raising our first litter?"

Akal clenched his hole around the thick member that was plumbing his depths--he could feel the heft of Slokus's cock resting on his prostate, weighing it down and pressing out the pre that leaked from his own dick. "Pump another batch in me so we can grow our pack even more!"

"Oooh ffffuck yessss," Slokus groaned while he shoved the last two inches of his meat into Akal--all that was left was his wide knot pressed against the rim, trying to bury itself inside.

Slokus hunched over Akal, now gripping him around his torso, his breath heavy and hot against the younger wolf's ear.

"Let's put those pups into you," Slokus grunted, eliciting an excited shiver and a whine from Akal.

Slokus began furiously pumping his hips, submitting to his carnal desires and letting natural instinct take over. He knew, at his core, he was doing what he'd been born to do: to sow his seed, to fill an eager bitch and reproduce. And Akal was doing what he'd been born for: to receive a potent male and carry his young...their young...

Slokus growled as he fucked. His balls swung back and forth against Akal's, and his knot bounced against the hole that wanted him to stuff himself inside. For Slokus, there was no savoring the sensations of Akal's warm, wet guts that snuggly wrapped around him and only made him want to thrust harder. And for Akal, there was no savoring the bulging, throbbing shaft that penetrated him and made him feel so deliciously full and complete. For both of them, their minds had devolved to the point that they only cared about one thing: emptying the virile contents of Slokus's balls into Akal's fertile insides.

Their animalistic grunts echoed off the cave walls. Sweat formed on their backs and brows. Slokus pumped harder and harder, faster and faster. Akal bucked back into the wolf draped over himself. Slokus thrust his hips as far forward as he could. Akal moaned in ecstasy as his bouncing cock drooled pre onto the floor below him. Slokus tightened his grip around his bitch, getting better leverage. Akal arched his back, trying to open his hole even more around the hot member that filled it. Fur and muscle and bone fluidly slid against one another, working in tandem to push the two wolves closer to the brink.

"Fffffuuuuuuuck," Slokus snarled, his claws digging into Akal's sides.

"Come on...more..." Akal pleaded.

Heavy panting. The plap-lap-lap of balls and hips hitting each other. The wet sucking of a knot banging against and bruising a well-lubricated hole. The occasional bestial grunt and whine. And the crackling of the fire. These were the only sounds in the cave for another ten minutes as the two wolves gave themselves over to their baser instincts. Eventually, Slokus felt the familiar jolt in the pit of his stomach, only amplified exponentially thanks to the pheromones that overwhelmed him and the hot hole that engulfed him.

"Hhnngg! Oh fuck..." Slokus gasped, speeding up the tempo of his thrusts. "Get ready...for lots of pups...here they come..."

Akal bore down and gritted his teeth, forcing his sphincters to push out enough to admit the knot that had been pounding against his hole. Slokus frantically pushed again, and again...

"Haaahhhh...haaaaaahhh...haaaaaaaahwooooOOOOOH!" the gray wolf howled when, with an audible schlorp, Slokus finally pushed his engorged knot past Akal's battered rim.

Slokus's frenzied thrusts were shorter now that he was tied up to the root of his cock inside Akal, and he humped as if his balls were about to explode, he was so desperate to cum in the slippery, silky guts that squeezed his sensitive knot.

"Gonna...gonna...mmfff!" Slokus, caught in the primal throes of lust, cut himself off by biting hard on Akal's shoulder as he pumped again...and again...

Slokus convulsed, his muscles spasming as his balls drew up and his cock fired shot after shot of life-giving seed deep into Akal. Akal could feel the growing warmth coating his insides and spreading within him, and he could imagine Slokus's potent sperm seeking out his eggs, desperate to fertilize them and start something new, something truly wonderful. Slokus huffed hard into Akal's ear with each powerful pulse of his cock, painting the gray wolf's guts with his load.

After five strong shots, Slokus slumped on top of Akal, his legs giving out and his knot too tender for him to do much of anything else. Akal, however, clenched on Slokus's knot, eliciting another jump from the black wolf tied to him, and Akal felt Slokus's cock spurt another rope of cum into him. As Slokus chewed on his shoulder, worrying the flesh between his teeth, Akal flopped to the ground--he didn't have the strength to support both himself and Slokus any longer, and they both lay for a time by the fire.

Eventually, Slokus recovered enough to release Akal's shoulder from his jaws and licked the bruised flesh, slowly lapping the first of what he knew would be many, many mating marks.

"That was..." Akal trailed off, still catching his breath.

"I know..." Slokus muttered between licks.

The black wolf, still knotted inside the smaller gray, held Akal tightly in his arms as they both stared at the fire in a daze, watching the flames dance and consume the wood that fed them. As they spooned, Slokus tangled his legs up with Akal's while Akal gently kissed Slokus's hands and nuzzled further against him. After a few more minutes, Slokus finally broke the silence.

"Do you think that worked? Got all those pups growing inside you already?" he asked, his hand drifting down to Akal's stomach. He pressed down on his belly and massaged it, envisioning his pups swimming together inside before, feeling their father's presence, they would settle and develop in the nurturing, protective darkness and warmth of Akal's womb.

"I'm not sure...I've never...carried a litter before," Akal admitted. "It feels a little different, but..."

Slokus eased off the pressure on Akal's abdomen, running his fingers through the gray fur. "It's alright. If that load didn't take, then I'll just have to add more," he suggested. His hand went down to Akal's still erect and dripping cock and gripped the delicate flesh, coaxing a groan from his bitch. "Plus, we still need to get you off."

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Six weeks passed by in a haze. In that time, Akal's stomach had grown noticeably round and heavy, his hips had widened, his posture had changed to accommodate his new center of gravity, and his sheath and cock had nearly tripled in size. He could feel when his and Slokus's pups were active and kicking within his womb, and he reveled in the sensation of life--life that Slokus had injected into him--growing within him.

During the rest of their first week together, Slokus had bred Akal constantly, adding batch after batch of cum to ensure the gray wolf had been fertilized. Neither of them were certain which load had been the one to make Akal pregnant, but they knew that their hard work had paid off when, on their sixth morning together, Akal awoke feeling nauseous and bloated. For the subsequent weeks, Slokus and Akal had fallen into a routine--Akal would waddle alongside Slokus to the creek, where they would bathe together and discuss their plans for their growing pack, possible names for their pups, and whatever else was on their minds. All thoughts of returning to the Lysene pack had vanished entirely from Akal's mind--he felt happy and free with Slokus, there was a bond that they shared, and he was glad to see that the older wolf felt the same way.

From their morning bathing and conversation, Slokus would take to the forest to hunt while Akal would return to their den. Upon Slokus's return, they would eat or store what he'd returned with, lie together, and then Akal would raise his tail. He'd learned early on how much Slokus enjoyed breeding him while he carried their first litter. When Akal had raised his concerns about the dangers of fucking while he was pregnant, Slokus had easily brushed him off.

"It's not like I'd be going so deep into you that they can grab it and play with it," Slokus had told him that evening--Akal had been lying on his back and Slokus had just finished rimming him. The black wolf had held his cock proudly in his hands as he lined it up with Akal's wet hole. "Plus, this could be a learning opportunity for them, to understand where their brothers will come from in the future," he'd snickered before sliding inside Akal.

By the end of the sixth week, Akal had grown lethargic. As much as he loved nourishing the pups that developed inside him, feeling them kick and turn around, and noticing the new changes in his own body as his litter grew, nurturing the little lives inside him was taking its toll. These days, he felt constantly tired, hungry, simultaneously desperate for affection and isolation, and hornier than he'd ever been. And Slokus was there through it all, the perfect mate and father to their young.

When Akal wanted to sleep, Slokus was there, curled up next to him, softly caressing his distended belly and speaking in low tones about the future of their pups until Akal drifted off in Slokus's arms.

When he had a craving and needed to eat, Slokus handily provided fresh food, even at the expense of his own nourishment--most of the food that Slokus brought went straight to Akal, while Slokus began to subsist on scraps, but he never complained, no matter how much his stomach growled with hunger.

When Akal wanted to be adored, Slokus would kiss his feet, his stomach, his hands, his face--anywhere the black wolf could reach.

When he wanted to be left alone, Slokus would leave him be and wander to the woods, though not too far off if he was needed.

And when he needed his hole filled again and again, Slokus gladly humped and bred him as much as possible, adding more sperm to their litter and keeping it plugged inside Akal with his knot until he gradually deflated. Akal always loved how much his erect cock would bounce against his swollen belly, thumping lightly as if beating a drum, until he couldn't take anymore stimulation, and would spurt thick ropes over his fur.

When they were recovering from their latest session together, with them both on their sides and Slokus spooning Akal, the black wolf hugged the gray closely with one arm around his chest and the other over his belly. Slokus, still knotted in his bitch, rubbed Akal's stomach.

"Feels like they had fun with that one," Slokus murmured into Akal's ear before he licked over the mating mark he'd bitten into the younger wolf's shoulder yet again.

"They always have a good time with their father," Akal grunted, laying a hand on top of Slokus's over his belly. They rubbed together, as one. "I think they're going to be ready to meet you soon."

"They can take as long as they need to grow, I'll be here waiting for them," Slokus said softly.

"I'm grateful for that. I don't think I could do this without you," Akal said, nuzzling his head further back against Slokus's chest. "To be honest...I'm a little scared."

"To let go of them?"

"Mmhm...that and actually giving birth to them. I don't know how it's going to go...I've never done this before."

"I'll be with you every step of the way." Slokus clasped Akal's hand tightly in his reassuringly. "I'm right here."

"Mm," Akal grunted quietly, staring into the fire. After another few minutes, he piped up again.

"Even though I'm still a little nervous...I can't wait for us all to be together," he said, the longing clear in his voice. "But I'm going to miss not having them in me. Our pack, all in one place like this."

"Together is the way it's supposed to be," Slokus assured him. He patted Akal's stomach as he said, "But it's okay to hold onto them a little longer. Let them grow, our pups are where they belong for now." He rubbed Akal's full belly, and he and the gray wolf stirred when they felt a small kick against Slokus's palm. "Our pups are eager, but I know they're happy and safe inside you...just like they were happy and safe inside me before I put them into you. Soon they'll be in a new place where they belong. And once they're out, I'll put even more in you, I promise."

Akal rested quietly in Slokus's arms--as he watched the fire, his mind drifted to visions of a happily growing pack.