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The forests of Mistwood had become bathed in pale light as the moon blanketed the landscape below it. Dense fog enveloped the forest floor, leaving very little to stir on account of the lack of visibility in the area. Not all who frequented the location had that problem, as Blaidd the half-wolf towered over quite a few things in the environment around him. Just about the only things which gave him a run for his money were whatever buildings happened to be nearby as well as the trees that surrounded him where he stood.

Not that he paid that any mind, of course, as he was in the process of waiting for a request to be answered. He'd asked an acquaintance of his for a favour with something - retrieving a particular spell that he'd been after for some time now. The thought of possessing it always intrigued him, though he never had much of an opportunity to go looking for it himself.

That all changed when he met the Tarnished, who freely went wherever his heart desired. That suggested fantastic things for Blaidd, who then inquired about potentially getting a hold of this spell. Truth be told he only had the vaguest idea of where it could possibly be, but he had full faith in the human, knowing he'd never been let down before.

In fact, he saw the other man through the mists of the woods, seemingly no worse for wear than when he sent the human off. He found it to be a pleasant surprise. "Well met, Tarnished. What news do you have for me? Did you bring what I asked of you?"

Without saying a word, the Tarnished produced the spell, a collection of energy that coalesced around the man's hand. It wasn't too much trouble to retrieve the magic, though he did have a bit of an ordeal at one point in time. He'd have to inquire about his reward sooner than later.

That put a smile on Blaidd's face for the first time in ages. "Colour me impressed, Tarnished. I didn't think you'd be back so soon. I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this job was too difficult for you to pull off, and yet here you stand before me, relatively in one piece from the looks of it." The swirling magical essence being within his grasp made his heart beat faster, nearly out of his chest. He tentatively stuck out a hand. "May I?"

The Tarnished nodded, allowing the energy to flow from his hand to the imposing figure's without hesitation. It relieved him to know that this deviation from his current task-at-hand was over. The half-wolf had grown to be a trusted ally of his, and he knew that the other man was well aware of the goals that he held for himself. He had no issue with finally getting the chance to relinquish the spell.

Blaidd, meanwhile, happily accepted the magic from the man before him, eager to actually test it now that he had it. It'd been far too long from first hearing about it to the present day, in his mind, and it pleasantly affected his normally stoic demeanour. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cracked a grin as wide as this.

The energy already seemed to manifest inside of him as he welcomed the power of the spell. It was perfect vindication for the hardships he'd been through, a lifetime of fighting for a chance of something greater. Finally something he wanted that no one else could take from him. "I must thank you, Tarnished. You have no idea how long I've waited to experience this kind of magic."

It took no time at all for him to use the spell, already feeling the effects begin as it traveled through every part of his body, radiating to the ends of his limbs in a soothing wave of warmth. The sensation had him groaning in delight as he felt it wash over him. The last time he felt like this was eons ago, likely the result of a relaxing bath of some kind.

The spell in question was physical in nature, one that affected the user's body in a way most befitting someone of his immense stature already, though would also greatly benefit one smaller than he, maybe even moreso. It boosted the vitality of the person using it, though in what regard he had little idea. That was the fun part; this was uncharted territory for him, and it had him giddier than he'd ever been in his life. Immediately he thought of a way to put it to use that would suit him just fine.

He'd long thought of this moment - what it might've felt like, what he'd do when he got there, and how best to celebrate his use of the spell. However, he could only do any of that when he actually used the thing. That time was now.

Without any indecision he willed the spell to activate, instantly feeling its essence stimulate his nervous system. He growled lowly in delight. The sensation diffused much like absorbing the magic to begin with, only stronger this time, more vigourous than he initially anticipated. It thrilled him to his core that he got to experience this after waiting for so long.

It would be the perfect thing to aid him in battle - a boost in his stamina and endurance was always welcome in his eyes. He'd make for a far more formidable foe now, his enemies hopefully unaware of what he was up to. The idea of catching them off-guard tickled him, and he'd love to see their faces as a much more overwhelming presence than what he used to be took them down. That was his dream finally being materialized.

Only it didn't just stop there; now he was the one taken by surprise! He certainly felt might well up across his body, though it went beyond simply sensing it. A grunt signified his confusion in the spell's awakening. What was going on?! His eyes popped wide open - or as much as the one could - as he regarded the start of his physical changes.

It was immensely difficult to detect at first, but he swore he saw something happen to his arm when it twitched from the magic's effects. Almost negligible to his eyes upon first glance, but the proof was there - his bicep appeared bigger than mere seconds ago. It caused him to freeze in place. Was this an intentional part of the spell? He certainly didn't think he willed it to occur, yet not once did he consider stopping it outright. For some reason he felt it to be strange, but not unpleasant. Perhaps he should see where this led to.

Those first few moments got Blaidd to regard his unexpected changes with an observant eye. Much like his bicep the rest of his arm gradually filled out a little bit more, bulking up as if incorporating matter from the air around him, yet he knew for a fact that's not what was happening. This was all the work of the magical essence the Tarnished had brought him, the energy signature matched what he felt completely.

And then his other arm underwent the same thing, slowly burgeoning larger with every passing second. He was already a statuesque man, especially in comparison to the human standing before his commanding form, but this would make his visage appear that much grander. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing given the various creatures that he dealt with on a regular basis. In spite of his initial misgivings, he felt peculiarly alright with his odd predicament.

To no surprise his chest was next, swelling up under the plate armour he wore and gently pushing it to accommodate more size. His mouth contorted into a wry smile as he noticed this taking place. Feeling his growing musculature had his tongue resting right behind his teeth as a slight chuckle left his mouth. It was unlike anything he'd ever gone through before, and a gentle, if firm, prod of his pectoral indicated that it was really happening to him. That was all he needed - he had to see more.

More was what was given as he watched his armour push out further, now in all directions. He specifically wore it as there was a little bit of slack necessary for movement, but now any give it might have had suddenly vanished, replaced by hard muscle mass. That didn't bother him at all, in fact, it made him feel powerful, like those he fought couldn't stop him. It turned out the spell did exactly as promised.

Little regard was paid to his attire, his full attention diverted to his bloating bulk. It enthralled him the way that it began to pull the fabric taut the more that his physique developed. His human side perceived the transformation in terms of an increase in fighting prowess while his bestial side - his wolven half - found a far more physical appeal in his expansion, one of a sexual nature.

He won the chance to see more of himself when his garments began giving him trouble, the material tightening around his heft too much for optimal comfort. It got him grunting as annoyance swirled through his form. He wasn't sure of what his next move should be as on one hand he had no inclination to damage his attire in any fashion, but on the other hand his growing muscles would pose a threat to the fabric if he simply let it all be.

His indecision made the choice for him, shredding his clothing at the seams with every piece wrapped around him giving way to make room for more size. He gasped at the abrupt release of pressure, though not hating the outcome in the slightest. On the contrary, he thoroughly enjoyed the addition of yet more bulk, enamored with the musculature piling on him in real time. Out of all the weird and wonderful things that plagued these lands, this, by far, might just be the most awesome thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

As if to match the fabric, his armour started faltering on him as well. No longer did it sit snugly in place to protect his vulnerable hide - the metal began buckling in certain spots, unable to cope with the loss of space it once had, much to his shock. His plate mail was supposed to be of the finest grade around; how could it be failing now? Perhaps this kind of stress test wasn't performed, or even thought about for that matter.

And just like that, Blaidd suddenly found himself naked, his armour in tatters on the ground below him. Seeing the vestiges of his garments laying at his feet had him both surprised and excited. There was a good reason for that when he looked down and witnessed his bulk for himself, his tail lightly wagging behind him.

While he wasn't the smallest guy around - not tough to imagine if one wasn't unaware of the monsters and demons running around the place - it would be foolish to assume he didn't take care of himself when he could. His physique was solid with well-earned bulk without looking brutish, sculpted like a master had laid their expertise on a slab of marble. Many folk would've thought him impressive.

But now? Impressive didn't even begin to cover it. His form had grown so swollen with densely-packed muscle mass that he didn't look like the same half-wolf he started as, comparatively speaking, of course. While his arms were well on their way to being twice as thick as before, his chest had just matched that milestone. So heavy were his pectorals that he wagered even one would outweigh the human standing in front of him, audience to his impromptu ascension. He couldn't even hold one with only a single hand anymore!

Nearly his whole outfit lay on the ground with just about the only thing still wearable being his cape, but even that faced difficulties as his neck grew thicker around. As his front creaked larger with every breath, so too did his back, with each muscle group fighting for room against one another. His lats forced themselves wider than thought possible, as did his traps climbing along his neck. Sheer size was all that his body seemed to crave at the moment, though he couldn't find any fault in that. This all felt way too damn good.

He let out a huff of approval as his weight jumped by dozens of pounds of beef at a time. The sensation of being so heavy now was indescribable, unlike anything he'd been through before. So much hefty bulk stuffed his hide, almost becoming cumbersome if getting bigger also didn't mean getting strong enough to hold it all without problem. A simple roll of his shoulders indicated just how brawny he'd gotten with how every muscle moved in combination with one another, but his broadening frame showed how he still had room to grow.

It could be heard how his bones snapped apart, not by failing to support his rising weight, but to lengthen to accommodate yet more delicious beef. Gradually he felt his form widen without him even thinking about it, only noticing after the fact when he sensed his stance shift. Slowly, but surely, his physique evolved past 'remarkable' and well into the realm of monumental, his soul not wanting to stop the magic for anything; he wanted to see the spell run to the end of its natural limit.

Thicker he grew, his legs appearing similar in size to the tree trunks around him, yet the bark couldn't hold a candle to the density of bulk that his quads possessed. The muscle groups honestly might have been able to crush the wood to pulp, especially with how they continued to flourish. Even thinking of such a thing was foreign to him, but only realized now how much of a possibility it really was. It floored him how much his lower half had positively exploded in size, from calves that could kick one of the nearby structures to rubble, to an ass that could withstand sword strikes all on its own with nary a mark left behind. He'd become a veritable colossus of a canine.

The same observation could be said for his upper half, starting with the cinder block abdominals that solidified his trunk. Each one looked carved from stone as the gaps between them exhibited the sheer heft of every individual one. Tracing one's gaze up along them brought attention to his obliques, just as chiseled as his abs, if not moreso. After that it'd be hard to glance away from his lupine limbs, brawny arms each carrying hundreds of pounds of sumptuous muscle mass. Even though his triceps accounted for the majority of the bulk on his arms - and were certainly astounding to witness up close - his focus was squarely on his biceps, the shiniest jewels on his tremendous crown. Swinging his sword would be a breeze now.

And that said nothing of his prodigious pectorals, which protruded obscenely from his chest in a grotesque display of rock-hard masculinity with the utter enormity that they'd become. So much inconceivable heft piled on in the one area forced his fat nipples to face straight down and his face to exist scant inches away from all that muscle. His back was more of the same, with the distance between the peaks of his muscles and the space between them increasing with every passing second. It forced another grunt of appreciation out of him.

By the time all was said and done, Blaidd was left as an absolute behemoth, towering over the smaller man like before, only nearing a full ton of densely-packed musculature thanks to his impossible width. No longer was he a mere warrior with a body honed from years of battle, now he'd developed into a bona fide titan, a mass monster of preposterous proportions unheard of even amongst the demons that dwelled across the lands.

Once the smile hit his face it never left, his canine features growing sore due to being unaccustomed to even this small amount of happiness. "Bloody satisfying," he turned to look at the human below him, taken aback by his unimaginable expansion. "You've done an excellent job, Tarnished, I knew you could be counted on. And don't worry, you will absolutely receive something for the trouble you went through." Amidst the scraps of fabric and metal on the ground, he managed to pull free a strangely acquired item that he intended for the other man - a mask with a particular lupine visage. "Don't say I'm not a man of my word. Here's your prize."

Wordlessly the Tarnished accepted the mask, though rather hesitant when he regarded its appearance. It seemed remarkably similar to the wolf who handed it to him - the likeness was striking. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't unnerved, but thought it rude to deny a present from someone who clearly believed it to have value. Plus he knew the half-wolf could pound him into the dirt with minimal effort.

"Well?" Blaidd gestured to the human. "Go on, then. Put it on and show me how it looks."

Seeing no reason to do otherwise, the Tarnished donned the facial covering, unsure of himself in this scenario. The first thing that struck him was the feeling of the material - whatever it was felt extremely lifelike, almost to an uncanny degree. It was as if an incredible facsimile of the real thing had been wrapped around his head, letting him gaze through the eyes of something other than himself for the first time. The sensation felt unnatural to a large degree.

Blaidd, on the other hand, didn't see anything wrong with the mask like the human did, even going so far as to think that the other man appeared quite stylish in his opinion. "My, you look handsome. I'd say you resemble a true warrior now!" Even his beaten eye twinkled as he regarded the Tarnished.

There was, of course, a second part to his gift, one the smaller man was unaware of. The covering had been equipped with another magic that he'd happened upon, one that he was sure that the human had no idea even existed. It sent bolts of excitement rushing through his powerful body as he imagined the sight about to unfold in front of him.

Seeing the half-wolf bore down on him with a rather intense grin had the Tarnished worried. He couldn't tell what the gigantic lupine's game was, and he worked to remove the mask, as thankful as he was for the reward in the first place.

He couldn't do it; it wouldn't come off.

Now panic started to surge through his form, his hands trying and failing to find the seam of the mask. Yet wherever his fingers traveled he couldn't find where the covering ended and his head began, almost like the two of them had become one. Canine fur and facial features were all his hands felt, his heart beating out of his chest when he realized what the implication meant.

The moment stretched longer as that wolven face suddenly felt like his own - his eyes darted around, picking up things that his human perception never could; his tongue slathered around his teeth, feeling how much more room it had to work with now; and his very canine nostrils flared wide, inhaling scents undetectable to him before. Every part of him worked better than it used to, to both his amazement and shock. That was the extent of his changes though, right? Could he relax now?

Of course not - the giant watching his transformation had wolf baked into his genetic material, and a quick feel of the fur proceeding down his neck all but confirmed his suspicions. He could only stand stock still and watch in horror as it rapidly spread down his form and cover every square inch of available skin. Laboured grunts emanated from his throat as every more alterations occurred, namely the tail now slithering down the back of his trousers, and the claws poking out of his fingers.

Blaidd regarded the changing human in quite the opposite fashion, his tail wagging behind him as he watched the man's evolution, pleased with his handiwork. The smaller man's expression wasn't lost on him, however. "I can see by your face that you're unsure of the gift I've bestowed upon you. Don't fret, pup, I assure you this will only help in your travels." Hearing his words got the Tarnished to look up at him, viewing his immensity with animalistic eyes for the first time. "If anything, this will give you more avenues to strike down your foes - you now can fight by sword and fang."

"Let me assuage any fears by explaining that this does not bind you to me in any capacity, and is merely a way of articulating my thanks in a way that only I could express," Blaidd continued. "You've been an incredible asset to me and my endeavours, and I'm most grateful for that. And if you'd like," he took a step toward the smaller man, his stompers far outsizing the human's, "I could give you something more as a token of my appreciation. It's... been rather lonely out here lately, and you make for good company."

Seeing as he wasn't harmed in any way, shape, or form, the Tarnished calmed down and understood the boon that his new features were meant to be. Surprisingly to him, he stopped viewing the changes as something to be alarmed at and merely saw them as extensions to himself, much like the larger half-wolf stated. The tail he'd have to get used to, though.

But what did the wolven warrior mean about this extra gift? Was there actually more to receive? He racked his brain trying to come up with something, but ultimately couldn't. What more could there be to get, and did he want it? The decision to trust the swollen canine was made and he held out his newly transformed hand.

"Excellent decision," Blaidd mused. With a gentle touch he caressed the smaller man's hand, the power of the vitality spell flowing through his fingers into the other half-wolf's palm. Erf, it felt just as great as when he used it on himself, and he couldn't wait to see what the growth looked like firsthand!

The Tarnished could only imagine what the warrior had in store for him, his canine lips pursing as his mind cycled through a number of ideas. Many different kinds of magic existed in these lands, a fair number of them harmful and already used against him, though he didn't think the lumbering half-wolf had any reason to hurt him. That left any that could've potentially provided benefits, and yet he couldn't place what the feeling in his hand was supposed to be. The spell activated was clearly one he'd never experienced before.

There was one thing he could admit - it felt pretty damn great, whatever it was. The behemoth certainly looked gratified for some reason. Was that actually a good thing? Slowly the sensation flooded his body, the unknown essence coursing through his veins. Relaxation was the first thing that washed over him as warmth washed over him in a wave. He felt lost in the bliss, though unease towards the unknown kept him grounded. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

And that's when the growth started. Unlike what happened to the towering beast, the energy took no time to collect inside him before it got to work. In an instant he felt an unrelenting vigour pulse through his limbs, his arms involuntarily flexing before resting and retaining the size. He barely had a chance to react before his chest puffed out with his next breath, solid muscle consuming the space under his shirt. It startled him enough to make him jump, though not once did he think to let go of the other half-wolf's hand.

The telltale signs of the spell working as intended took place along the former human's body. Fabric that used to cling to his skin now fought to stay in one piece, threatened by the encroaching tide of beef that sought to rend it in twain simply by existing. Already his trousers were bearing the brunt of his immediate expansion, his thighs forcing the material to stretch to its limits. It alarmed him, but also intrigued him at the same time given that he observed the taller man go through the same occurrence. The fact that the titan showed no signs of injury brought a calm about him for the first time since their encounter.

Then he heard the metal of his attire start to buckle, which he remembered happen to the larger half-wolf. Bracers that contained his forearms could no longer hold the meaty bulk pushing its structural integrity to its breaking point. Shoulder pads perfectly positioned to protect his flanks no longer could, thanks to his frame broadening well beyond what it was meant to. Bulk defined his appearance - what he used to look like before seemed malnourished in comparison, and that said something given how much he ran around these lands.

It wasn't soon after that his armour gave way entirely. Seams tore apart, unable to support hundreds of pounds of wolven girth inundating its threads and shredding to ribbons that fell unceremoniously to his feet, thin bands of material still clinging to his lupine beef. His breathing intensified as a result, not expecting the feeling of the cool forest air to hit his shaggy pelt, which he still hadn't gotten used to in and of itself. So much happened in such a short amount of time that his head span.

And still he wasn't finished. More and more size stuffed his hide, forcing his arms to rest at greater angles as muscle mass packed on seemingly as the seconds ticked by. He felt overwhelmed, not only by jumping weight classes in moments, but also from realizing that he had yet another connection to the imposing canine guiding him through the growth. Something about how the mighty warrior being there with him made his heart flutter.

Through all this, the one dimension not touched was his height. It made sense in his mind as the larger man hadn't had his touched either, though he felt it quite strange to consider given how thick the spell intended to make him. What he lacked in elevation, however, was more than made up for in other ways, namely how his cannonball-like shoulders creaked ever so much wider, and his ballooning chest and back gave him depth unlike anything that even the hardiest of monsters could muster. The thought exhilarated him.

Mmf, it was getting a little hard to see some of the things happening to him, not only because his pectorals continued to swell and take up a lot of the view immediately in front of him, but also because his burgeoning traps swallowed more and more of his neck as his ascension persisted. It made for a peculiar experience, but not one unwelcome. In fact, it gave him a sense of power that he'd not seen throughout his adventures, as if a lot of conflicts he'd taken part in wouldn't pose a threat to him now. That really got him going!

Though he found it a bit of a shame that he couldn't witness a lot of his own growth. His arms were at least nice to look at, especially with how engorged with rock-solid beef his biceps were and how profoundly massive his triceps were. The same was said for his legs even if he couldn't see them. One of his quads alone had grown thicker across than his waist used to be, needing to constantly shift his posture in order to ensure that the pair of them combined didn't need to fight for what dwindling space there was left down there. However, that did make him feel rather mighty upon consideration.

In seemingly the same amount of time as it took the larger half-wolf, the Tarnished finished with his expansion, now a swollen muscle monster in his own right, to which the other man took note.

"Looking good there, mate. You're practically the spit of me!" Blaidd chuckled as he viewed how much the shorter canine had inflated with inconceivable amounts of beef. There wasn't a way for him to be sure, but he wagered the former human likely surpassed six hundred pounds of engorged heft with how bloated the shorter man's physique seemed.

And it was upon gazing at his companion's form that a peculiar feeling welled up inside him. Unfamiliar at its core, he still knew exactly what his body felt as his monolithic cock sprung into action. Was that a result of the spell? Seemed like a bit of an odd inclusion, if one were to ask him. No, it had to be him understanding what his own enormity looked like on a shorter frame, mixed with a growing desire to get closer to the other half-wolf. He didn't realize how much he enjoyed the other man's company until now!

While that caught the Tarnished off-guard - not difficult considering how formal the giant had been with him up until now - he couldn't say he didn't appreciate the reaction. It appeared not only did he like how his transformation turned out, but also the man he now regarded as a friend. He saluted the warrior with his own endowment, thicker than his wrist and slapping him just under his pecs. They now resembled each other in a multitude of ways.

But seeing the other half-wolf's pupmaker had him feeling things that he'd never felt before in his life. He felt drawn to it, much like the colossal canine was to him. Normally he'd not think of doing any sort of lewd acts with someone he'd have thought of as sexually incompatible, but now he didn't seem to care. Whether it was his tremendous musculature or his newly gained bestial nature, he probably wouldn't know. All he did understand was that the lupine before him felt exactly the way he did.

That emboldened him to step forward, his resolve steeled as he reached his hand out to caress the other man's shaft, feeling it throb against the palm of his hand. He heard the beast shudder behind a pillar of cockmeat as tall as he was, notes of surprises colouring his gasps, but acquiescing to his ministrations. It coaxed him to get closer, his wolven nose picking up the stench of heat rolling off the other canine's immensity, using it to fuel his own cravings.

No longer holding back, he let his other hand explore the titan's member, feeling veins as thick as branches pulse from his manhandling. The sensation was as grotesque as it was erotic, like reading a physical map of the surrounding area with the veins acting like the roads and rivers he'd crossed dozens of times by then. To think at one point he'd been worried by all this; he almost couldn't remember what that was like now.

Blaidd lowly grunted as he felt the shorter hulk fondle his pole, his teeth baring as he failed to maintain his composure. "Sure are forward, can't say I blame you. I'd be all over me if I were in your place." That seemed to spur the former human on more, putting more effort into the advance on his fuckstick and sending him reeling onto his ass, the impact sounding out with a loud thud that caused the nearby ruins to crumble just that little bit more. As built as they'd once been, they couldn't compete with his overwhelming bulk, now _or_then.

Taking the colossus buckling on his globular cheeks as a sign to handle the reins of the situation, the Tarnished clambered onto the other man's fattened balls, each step on the pond-sized orbs inundating the larger man with copious amounts of pleasure. Each moan heard indicated approval, telling him to keep going, to push the lonely warrior along a different path not previously taken.

Being up close and personal with a prick that weighed more than he used to had him salivating, his broad canine tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted up a storm. Virile masculine essence wafted from the tower of cock, enticing him to move in closer and get a taste for himself. Long strokes were given as his breathing intensified. He couldn't believe this was happening, but every taste of his impromptu lover's schlong had him begging for more.

And more was what he received as the top of the other half-wolf's magnum dong drooled an ample volume of preseed that raced down the length of the behemoth's rod, covering his tongue as he slathered it along the steamy flesh. The taste was orgasmic, and every bit as manly as he'd envisioned it to be. He needed more by any means, with a few ideas of how to accomplish that coming to mind.

Knowing that the other lupine was more than capable of handling things a bit rougher, he had no qualms with using other parts of his body to provide pleasure to the mammothian canine, not that he had any intentions of hurting his companion, of course. He rocked his hands along the throbbing flesh, gingerly letting his fingers extend as far as they could before bringing them back, his claws lightly scraping the other man's shaft and eliciting a moan of appreciation. That got him feeling more adventurous, carefully grazing his teeth across the tumescent obelisk, hearing a hearty growl rumble in the other half-wolf's chest.

"Ah, not afraid to show me how sharp your teeth are? I like that in a man." The former human's manhandling was most appreciated by Blaidd, who grew thrilled when the smaller man seemed to know what his weaknesses were. Maybe that came as a part of the transformation, because he certainly hadn't mentioned how to push his buttons to anyone!

The Tarnished let out a moan of his own as he felt his own immensity be groped by the bigger male, his tail slightly wagging for the first time since transforming. He let out a grunt as the other man's fingers worked his bloated ass cheeks, the dimpled globes flexing from the touch. Pure ecstasy flooded his brain as he felt his ass get kneaded by his lover. It put other ideas in his head.

"Perhaps we see how much of me you can take," Blaidd chuckled, the thought sounding ridiculous to him. "I jest, I wouldn't ask you to do something you weren't comfortable with."

The Tarnished, however, didn't react at all in the same way. In fact, he felt inspired by the idea of taking the titan up his chute, so much so that he scaled all the way to the top of that dick, his own pole throbbing as the two wolfhoods mashed into one another. Heat from arousal drove his every move, telling him this was exactly the correct thing to do.

Blaidd, on the other hand, didn't realize the smaller canine would take him up. His eyes went wide in surprise when he suddenly found the other man perched atop his leviathan hog, an intense gaze staring back at him. Despite everything inside him screaming at how much he wanted this, the only thing on his mind was that they shouldn't go through with it, and that the lupine should climb back down.

But it was too late, for the Tarnished had already begun the arduous task of getting comfortable on a shaft many magnitudes larger than he. His tail vigourously wagged behind him as he felt the larger man's precum ooze against his puckering hole, lubricating the area well both inside and out. Just the sensation of that alone had him weak in the knees, but he didn't want to stop there. Having his ass cheeks parted only pushed him further.

And further he went. He wriggled in place, his hands grasping onto the hundreds of pounds of chest meat in front of him, his digits unable to even dent the flesh. That got him pushing against the head of the other half-wolf's cock even more, wanting to be spearing on the steamy pillar of flesh. The thing was their difference in size made for a particularly awkward pairing, with him only able to take little more than the tip before his body couldn't hold any more. And yet that was perfect as every itch inside him got scratched at once.

The feeling of his monumental crotch rocket being enveloped by such a determined lupine had Blaidd hissing in appreciation, thoroughly enjoying the resistance provided by the other man's clenching hole. "And I see I was wrong to assume things about you. You're certainly full of surprises, my friend." He wasted no more time and got to work, quickly building up a pace and hammering his cock into the smaller canine.

Truth be told, he'd never done this before, but it was as if his natural wolven instincts guided his every move, telling him just how exactly to buck into the smaller behemoth the way a lover would. The scent that spilled off the pair of them intertwined before hitting his nose, becoming ambrosial in nature as it assaulted the pleasure centre of his brain. It spurred him to go harder, faster, show how strong he was for the other male. Something inside him told him so, and he didn't feel like protesting in the slightest.

Having what felt like a couple hundred pounds of diamond-hard fuckmeat pummel his insides had the Tarnished deluged in euphoria. Even if he couldn't take half of what was given, this was still worth it in the end if only because he got to be so close to the object of his affection. The impaling he received began to have its toll, however, and his arms unceremoniously gave out, leaving his face land in between the other lupine's sweaty pectorals, instantly becoming inundated with heavenly amounts of wolven musk. He didn't even mind his facial fur matting at all.

His tongue lazily lolled out of his mouth, lashing through the bigger male's fur and tasting the virile essence of man for himself. This was an endurance test for the ages, one that he couldn't be sure he was actually winning, though didn't mind if he wasn't. The only thing on his brain right now was getting the other half-wolf off as best he could.

If there was a single way Blaidd's inexperience manifested, it was that he had no idea how to control his libido in any fashion. The way he pistoned into the awaiting man pushed him way closer to the edge of climax than he anticipated, but he could tell the way he flattened the other canine's prostate like a pleasure button meant he wouldn't be alone. That suited him just fine as he had no qualms about blasting fast; he had his suspicions this wouldn't be the last time the pair of them mated.

The Tarnished was a hot mess of emotions, eyes screwed shut as he whined for a harder fucking. One aspect of his ascension he was grateful for was the increase in strength in areas he never really considered before, as there wasn't a chance in hell he'd take the overmuscled titan any other way. He got stretched to his limits, and yet never felt an ounce of pain strike him. It put in his mind how right they were together.

Having his head clouded by musk didn't help his composure. He whuffed as much of the intoxicating aroma as he could, drinking in his lover's vitality, tonguing over those swollen boulders like they invigorated him with life itself. Not even a Site of Lost Grace revitalized him quite to this degree.

Blaidd's breathing grew staggered, increasingly staccato as he slammed his pole into the other half-wolf as far as it would go, unneeded pre dribbling down his length. He found it hard to keep his mouth closed with how unaccustomed to arousal he was, his tongue hanging limply out the side of his mouth as he pounded away. More and more he thrusted into the shorter stud, reveling in the resistance provided by such a tight hole before one last push was all he could muster, his balls pulling up to his pelvis. He howled as loud as his lungs let him, the decibel level scaring off practically everything around the pair of hypermuscled canines.

Untold litres of hot, creamy jizz rushed into the other male's anal cavity, painting his lover's inner walls a pearlescent white that flooded the smaller man's guts until it could no more and immediately gushed out from the abused hole and down his throbbing endowment. His heavy cum tanks roiled with seed, fat with wolfbatter he'd produced as a result of his explosive growth. Oh yes, this all felt so right to him, like a part of his very being that had been missing for eons had finally been returned to him in the form of another who shared in the same desires. He'd make sure to keep this one close.

Feeling his asshole overflowing with spunk had the Tarnished howling into the larger man's pec valley, his own member firing off rope after sticky rope of potent cum. He wasn't anywhere close to blasting the same amount of seed that the bigger male was - he didn't have to as he knew the other half-wolf didn't mind, knowing those engorged testosterone factories of his geysered out plenty. He'd have to see what it was like on the giving end next time.

Time seemed to stand still for the pair of half-wolves, both of them panting like mad as they slowly came down from their sexual highs, their limbs doing everything they can to keep them stable. The Tarnished was the first to act, gingerly pulling himself off the larger male's schlong, his gaping tailhole finally having a chance to rest. Relentless euphoric bliss washed over him as he weakly gripped onto the other lupine's chest fur, pulling him closer to his companion.

Blaidd also felt exhaustion overtake much of his enormous form, his chest heaving from sucking air into his lungs. It was only then that he noticed the smaller half-wolf, curious as to what his lover was up to, though finding out when he felt the other man's lips embrace his own. Trickles of heat electrified his nerves, firing him back up once more and wrapping his burly arms around the shorter hunk. This wasn't precisely how he envisioned his day going, however, he couldn't complain about spending it with someone who completed him so thoroughly. They clearly meshed in this way, that's for sure.

And perhaps later on they can find out more of what these incredible bodies of theirs could do.