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#2 of Stories From the Castle of the Immortals
The wolf watched through the shadows of the underbrush. A soft growl escaped his lips and his teeth flashed in a silent snarl. The grotesque scene before him caused him to shift his position.
The humans laughed as one of them skinned the dead wolf's coat off. They spoke in a language unrecognizable by the wolf in the underbrush. Had he been able to hear them, he would've grown even more furious. After all, it was his mate they were joking about.
As it was, the wolf bided his time, counting the moments until he would strike. And then the moment came.
Stupid human. Stupid even more to put down his cutting knife. The wolf lurched out of his hiding place to the dismay of humans. Frantic, the humans reached for their weapons, but they were no match for the furious wolf.
He leaped unto the chest of one human, knocking the human down. He bit deep into the human's neck, tearing the windpipe from the human body. Another human managed to grab his gun and fired at the wolf.
The wolf quickly rolled out of harm's way, letting the dead human take the bullet for him. He snarled at the armed human and bore down on him. The human tried desperately to get his gun up, but the wolf wouldn't allow it.
With a quick snap and twist with his mouth, the wolf easily broke the man's arm. The man cried out in pain, but the wolf wasn't finished. He pushed the human onto the ground and bit deeply into his neck. Warm blood, lifeblood, washed into the wolf's mouth, encouraging a deeper bite. The human tried desparately to get the wolf off, but his attempts were proven futile and soon the human's spasms died out.
The wolf lifted his head gently, licking his lips clean of the fresh blood. He contemplated finishing the job, hiding the bodies and destroying the evidence of his attack. But he dismissed the idea. Let the puny humans see the destruction the animals can raise.
The wolf walked back into the woods, his cold, calculating eyes searching the forest for any signs of the humans' companions. Humans never travelled alone. Especially on a hunting trip. These humans would soon be missed.
The wolf jogged to a smooth flowing stream and dipped himself into the icy water. It would hide his scent from the humans' wretched hounds. He swam down river for a while before going back onto the bank and shaking the water off. This forest was his home and he did not like the human intrusion.
Taking another glance around him, he placed a forepaw on what seemed to be an ordinary rock. The rock gave way to the wolf's heavy weight and the trees seemed to melt away, revealing a castle that stood over a hundred feet tall. The wolf took a deep breath and stepped passed the invisible gate. As he entered the courtyard, the forest behind him closed.
He nodded his satisfaction over the illusion and padded happily into the castle. The walls were made of gold that shined so well you could actually see your reflection quite clearly. The floor was of a red velvety carpet. Along the halls, at equal lengths apart stood small tables, each adored with some magnificent vase and a boutque of flowers.
This was his home. And he was proud of it. Smiling happily, the wolf made his way to his room. He was grateful to crawl into his downy bed with blue satin sheets and a soft downy comforter.
His room was truly remarkable. The room of a king. Literally. Most of the future was made of the finest mahogany wood. His walls adorned pictures of his ancestors. The kings before him sat behind blue silk curtains.
He looked lazily at the ceiling and started to drift off to sleep. A knock at his door woke him from his half-slumber. "Yeah?" he called out groggily.
A deep voice answered, "Are you sleeping?"
The wolf got up and yawned. "Come in," he said.
A large lion entered the room. The wolf gave a sloppy smile to the lion. "Hello," he said.
The lion was about 70 inches at the shoulders. Nearly twice the size of the wolf. Such a lion was uncommon in the human world. After all, his species was a dying one. Quite rare even to the animal world. His fur was shaggy and long. His mane thicker than the average lion.
The wolf gazed at the Arctic lion with admiration. The wolf had many mates, but this one was one of his favourites. The Arctic lion was a great contrast to the wolf. The Arctic lion was calmer, less likely to give in to his lust for human blood.
"I am thrilled you decided not to go to sleep quite yet. I have missed you lately and would prefer to make amends for that," the lion said.
"You have wives, Mystic. Such a thing is understandable. I wouldn't expect anything less. After all, even the females must be tended to," the wolf responded.
Mystic shook his head. "That does not excuse my ignorance. I will make up for it, I promise," he said.
The wolf's grin turned lustful suddenly at the thoughts that ran through his mind. The lion moved closer to him and did not hesitate in running an open-clawed paw along the wolf's back.
The wolf shuddered in pleasure and groaned. Taking the lion's mane softly into his maw, he pulled the lion to his bed and laid on his back. Mystic moved over the wolf and licked his long, rough tongue over the wolf's sheath.
The wolf moaned and the tip of his pink cock peeked out. "Do that again," he whispered.
The lion smiled and happily obliged the wolf, letting his tongue touch the wolf's slowly revealing cock. The wolf yelped as his sensitive cock was touched by the rough tongue.
Mystic chuckled, "Anything else you would like, Tramp?"
"C... continue," the wolf breathed.
Mystic nodded and licked again, causing the head of the wolf's cock to poke out of the sheath. Urging the cock on, the lion continued to lick the sheath. Soon, the wolf's full 9 inch length poked out of the sheath.
The lion took this length into his mouth and bobbed his head slowly, making sure to keep his teeth in check and suck softly. His own cock hardened as he sucked Tramp.
Tramp patted the lion's head lightly. Mystic took that as a hint and let the wolf meat fall out of his mouth. He stood above the wolf, showing off his cock that was easily twice the size of Tramp's.
Tramp smiled and turned under Mystic onto his stomach. Mystic lifted Tramp's backend with his paws and drove his large cock into the wolf's tail end. Tramp gave an initial yelp and then readied himself for the enjoyment of the fuck.
Mystic started slowly, dragging his cock in and out of the tight wolf. He then started to pump them both. The rhythm of his thrusts increased. He moved a paw to Tramp's cock and let the momentum of his thrusts push the sensitive wolf cock against his soft padded paw.
This made Tramp whimper in pleasure and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. As Mystic's rhythm increased more, Tramp began to pant. Mystic, himself, let his mouth hang open and his tongue rolled out.
Then Mystic brought his tongue back into his mouth and clenched his teeth as his neared his climax. He pumped harder, driving his cock as far inside as Tramp's tailhole would allow. Then, he let loose the bouts of cum into the wolf, filling him up.
The warmth of Mystic's cum overcame the wolf and he too had finally reached his climax. His cum spilling over the downy comforter and satin sheets.
The two stayed in the position for a moment, panting, trying to recapture their breath. Then, Mystic slid off of Tramp, letting the wolf's rump fall back to the bed. Spent, the two curled in each other's legs and fell fast asleep...
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Sorry. First story in a long time. I will try to get another story up as soon as I think of one. Sorry for the long wait. Happy yiffing!