The Umbra Nightfall!

Hi! Celestial Serenity here! Some foot notes before you read the following; This is my first story that I've ever uploaded. Like, -ever-. To anything. Anywhere! I'm nervous, but I feel like I did a pretty good job. That being said, I hope you enjoy it! Be sure to comment if you like it or if you have any criticism for me. Also - If you do like it, and want me to write more, let me know! If not, this will probably be my only story. I hope it goes over well! The following text contains graphic sex between two males. If that's not your thing, leave now. 18+, the usual.

Seth stared idly at himself in the mirror propped up against the wall. He was a lean male, in his early twenties. The baggy linen shirt he wore and the brown pants did much to conceal any sort of appeal he would of held to him. Beneath the tattered clothes though was a well toned body, shaped by the harsh training he underwent on a daily basis. He was a knight-in-training, his purpose was to eventually serve as a brother in the Dark-Watcher order, as his instructors before him had. For now though, he'd been stationed in this lumber town, due to certain on-goings no one would tell him about. He brought up a hand, tracing his fingers back through his short black hair. He'd liked to keep it long, but with the order one of the first things they'd done was make it into the short spiked mess that it was now.

At his feet sat a neatly placed pile of armor. Shining silver, with black strips running all along the edges. Seth gripped the helm from the top of the pile, lifting it up to his face. His thumb trailed over the insignia marked on the back of the metal, a crescent moon with a raven perched on it. The armor was heavy, made of some precious metal meant to withstand the blow of beasts found in the wilderness. It attracted a lot of attention when he wore it, too. He supposed it wasn't all bad, though. His new physique and look had caught the eye of more than blushing girl in a tavern or along the streets. The respect of the others wasn't something he didn't notice, either.

While it would have been nice to bed, or hell, even court, many of the women who had looked in his direction, he had his goal set much, much higher. The Captain of the Watcher's daughter. Yeah, that's right, one of those kind of crushes. He'd been seeing her behind everyone's back ever since he arrived in capital city and met her. Emily was her name, the fairest maiden he'd ever had the privilege of being in the same room as. Emily bore an hourglass figure, with curved hips and a voluptuous bosom. She was fair skinned, her complexion untouched by harsh sunlight to leave her at the mercy of her own beauty. Which was something within itself, the girl radiated with innocence and playfulness that could get her just about anything she wanted in the world. Her personality was only matched by the long, lush, golden blonde hair that pooled down to her lower back. Alas, there was never enough time for him to really spend with her. He was always being rushed along with his training, and meeting in secrecy only got so far.

The way things were right now though? That was subject to change, rather quickly, he hoped. One of the first things that Seth had noticed upon arriving in this town was that he wasn't the only one who had been sent there for hiding. Emily had arrived too, in disguise of sorts, but he immediately knew it was her. She was being kept in a large building in the back of the town, far away from where the main square was and where most of the work was done. He'd gone to spy a few nights later, and was pleasantly assured that it was in fact Emily. Because staring back at him, half naked, was the golden haired goddess herself. They'd planned a 'secret meeting' again, though this time it was sure to be much more thrilling than any of their previous encounters.

And so Seth sat before the mirror, scratching at the small amount of scruff he had at his chin. His heart was pounding in his chest, the prospect of the night weighing down on him with every waking moment. 'Midnight.' He repeated over and over again in his head, knowing that was when Emily had told him to meet him outside the second floor window of where she was staying. That wasn't all that repeated in his head, the scene of finally undressing Emily and having her all to himself was playing in his mind like a record on repeat. The constant reminder of this was the rod of steel jutting out between his legs beneath the the linen fabric he had on. He'd made an oath to himself not to touch himself before the meeting, though. He was going to savor every moment of it, and wanted to be at his prime when it happened.

He knew where to find her, and it was on the exact opposite side of town. The buildings were all clustered together, with long winding streets around a central square that housed the Church and a few other important buildings. Seth figured he could simply skirt through a few alleys and avoid getting caught in any street light. The brick paths were easy enough to travel through, and the buildings tall enough that concealing himself would be a breeze. Still, he couldn't help but feel nervous on this especially cold night. For all his confidence he might have had in their other meetings, this would be entirely different. Seth pushed back the thoughts with a content release of air from his nostrils.

Soft patters of rain drops against the window drew his attention away from the mirror. A low mist was beginning to settle in the streets, and the drizzle wasn't bad enough to hinder him. Infact it would help him keep out of sight or be too obvious if anything. Seth fogged up the glass with his breath before long and moved back over to the bed. It wouldn't be long now, the Church bell would ring the final hour and he'd know it was time to move. He set the helm he'd been holding back down on the pile neatly before drawing a cloth over the set and pushing it under the bed. Just incase he ran into any trouble, he grabbed his scabbard holding his knight-issued blade and tied it around his waist, letting the sheath rest against his hip.

When midnight struck the bells rang loud and clear throughout the entire town. Seth bolted free from the small tavern he'd been residing in, trailing down the staircase in a matter of seconds. He hardly noticed the drunken men collapsed on tables and stools, and those still lucid enough to be awake were singing cheerfully by the counter and shouting for another round. In a moment he was outside, the cool night air tickling his skin as it flew by. "Right, best not to be seen." Seth muttered to himself and instantly took to the shadows. Surprisingly, there were no patrols to look out for, not like back in the capital. It was easy for him to slip through the town in such darkness, he almost laughed at himself for even trying to hide. He could walk in plain sight and it was likely that no one would see him, and if they did they wouldn't recognize who he was or where he was going.

The cool mist mixed with the drizzle of rain had his light linens sticking to him before he was halfway to his destination. His boots created small splashes through small puddles in the crevices of the brick pathways. Seth almost wished he hadn't brought his blade, the way it clanked against him was more annoying that it was useful. It was too late for him to go back now though, he didn't want to keep Emily waiting too long.

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Emily sat at a long narrow table, her seat adjacent to her fathers. The large dining hall was fitted with twenty or so higher ups, directly from the capital of Eden. The plates were of fine craft, as was the table itself, and just about everything else she noticed in the room. She could barely fathom that they weren't still in the capital in the high class district. They had gathered here because of reported sightings within the nearby forest. The Dark-Watchers had been mobilized, most of them were out scouting in the darkness right now. She offered a smile to those gathered as small talk was made over dinner, an occasional question being thrown in her direction. She would answer in the most polite way possible, followed my a 'sir', or, 'my lord.' It left a sour taste in her mouth, but she knew it was what her father desired of her on such occasions as this. The formalities were essential, he'd told her. She only intended on staying for as long as was necessary. Once the main dinner course had been finished, they'd go off to have their meeting that she was never allowed to join in on. Normally it would anger her, and she'd put up a fight and argue with her father. But tonight was different. Tonight she wanted them all away.

"I believe I will be retiring for the night now, father." Emily said politely to her father, a large well dressed man. He'd started to gray in recent years, the stress of his position showed in the consistant dulling of his once vibrant eyes. She knew that she alone was the reason he still fought the good fight, it was for the best that he never knew why she was leaving so early. "I'm not feeling well anyways, I believe I may be coming down with a cold. I will see you in the morning." She smiled. He offered a dip of his head to her and she was off, bidding farewell and goodnight to all she passed on her way through the dining hall. Her room was up the stairs and down a long widing corridor, making it the perfect place for her to remain secluded for the rest of the night. She told her hand-maidens to take the night off, that she was going to be bed ridden and reading to get over this proclaimed illness of hers.

Emily slipped into her room with a small giggle. She was giddy with excitement knowing that Seth was on his way to her very bedroom right this moment. She slipped out of her dress, letting the delicate fabric pool onto the floor beneath her. Kicking it to the side casually, she started to rummage through her dresser. "Surely there's something appealing in here... ah!" She chirped out, pulling a silk night gown free. The girl dashed over to the mirror, holding it up to her chest and twirling around. 'Yes, this is what I'll wear. He'll love it.' She thought to herself as she slipped it on, gently bringing the straps over her shoulders. It was slightly translucent in the dim candle light, but that wouldn't be a problem. She suspected where things would take them anyways, it's not like she'd have the gown on for very long.

Emily's gaze fixated on the full moon, casting its white light into her room. The white brilliance settled over her bed, where tonight she would lie with Seth for the first time. 'Oh, how I've dreamt of this night!' She cooed in her mind, falling onto the bed with her arms spread out. She swore she could feel the moonlight caressing her skin as she lay there, small drops of water sliding down the glass as to distort the image slightly. She gathered her pillows up around her just as the midnight bell tolled from the church. Her heart leapt with every ring, a dark red blush creeping up onto her cheeks. "I can't wait, Seth..." She whispered breathily. She stood up briefly to make sure that her doors were well locked. The chain in the top loop, as well as a few latches. Her father told her to do such anyways, so there would be no one coming to check on her tonight. She'd be alone with Seth, the man who she adored. The man who had eyes for her and only her, he who would so bravely risk everything just to be with her.

A subtle tap to the window made every hair on her body stand on end. Her heart skipped a beat, 'Is he here already?' She wondered. But it wasn't so, simply a rock rolling off of the roof and gliding over the window. With a hearty sigh Emily placed herself back on the bed, bringing the crimson silk sheets up around her form to fend off the night air. There was a slight draft from the window, enough to make her shiver and long even more for Seth's warmth. She cursed herself for having eaten so much at the dinner gathering. Everything was just so tantilizing, and she didn't want to offend anyone by not partaking. The warm breads and cured ham settling in her stomach right now had her feeling a little drowsy. Mixed with the coupling of the rain dancing against the roof and glass, she wondered how she was to keep herself awake while she waited.

And waited. And then she waited some more. She started to wonder if Seth was really going to make it. 'What if he was sent with the other Watchers into the forest? On patrol?' Her mind reeled. 'Or he just decided that I'm not worth it afterall?' The plague of thoughts continued. Just as they were about to get worse, though, she heard a definite tap against her window. More of a knock than a tap, really. Emily burst from the covers and swept herself over to the window so fast she nearly tripped over her own night gown. A figure was leaning against her window in the rain that was now pouring as a full storm. She quickly drew the window open, feeling the blistering cold air wash in and around her mixed with rain and harsh winds. It truly was a bad storm out there, from the light drizzle that had been going on during the dinner party. "Seth!" She nearly screamed, but she knew better than that with so many people in the manor.

The knight-in-training crept shivering into her room. His clothes were plastered to his skin from the rain, outling every defined ripple of muscle hidden beneath the fabric. She of course noticed this, as he noticed the soft silken night gown that wrapped around her delicate body. There were no words spoken in the next few moments they stood by the window. Not before Seth wrapped his arms around Emily's waist and brought the girl forward, their lips meeting in a heat of passion. Emily clawed with her nails at his back, though he was freezing and soaked, she couldn't of imagined anything more perfect than how he was now.

Seth managed to slam the window shut, cutting off the flurry of frigid rain and wind. The change in air pressure made the candles blink out, leaving the two of them in relative darkness. Only the moon illuminated Emily's room now, keeping any prying eyes from seeing what was to come.

Seth's wet clothes managed to be discarded at some point, Emily could feel his bare chest pressing against her. She was shoved back onto the bed, and she slid back against her pillows. He followed after her, his linen trousers cast away as the nuisance they were. She could see the pale light on his skin, just along his side and his hip. It was all she needed to know in that moment that Seth was ontop of her, completely bare. And she was under him, in nothing but her silken gown. His lips met hers in another longingly passionate attack, one so insistant that it left Emily squirming beneath Seth and against the bed.

The night progressed just as they wished for it to, in secrecy, together, and living out their desires as one.

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Seth sat up awake that night. Emily had been everything he imagined and then some. The precious girl now slept beside him, wrapped snuggly in her blankets in sheets in the most content way he'd ever seen her before. His clothes managed to dry out a bit, but he'd decided to keep them off until he was ready to leave, not that it would matter if the rain kept up. Occasionally a flash of lightning would light up the entire room for a brief second, allowing him to get a good look at Emily. She was as beautiful as ever. He stroked some of her hair from her face, which caused her to stir slightly. She didn't wake though, he didn't want her to anyways. He found himself wishing that every night could be like this, in her company, without having to worry about the world or his training or her father. It'd be nice, but that'd just be a fairy tale that would never come true.

The last thing he expected was how this night would be changed so drastically, one that would drown out the pleasant memory for as long as the two of them remained together.

Seth rolled onto his side, holding his head up in his hand with his elbow against one of the crimson covered pillows on Emily's bed. He was so content with staring at her that he didn't notice the light scraping noise against the roof top. It was too drowned out by the sound of his own heart beat, mixed with the rain, lightning, and Emily's breathing. How could he notice something so unimportant, so surreal? Emily's eyes slowly blinked open to look at him. Atleast, at first he thought she was looking at him. But that delicate smile of hers wasn't present, nor the sparkle in her eyes that he adored so much. The girl was practically shaking, her eyes wide and her pupils dialted in the moonlight. The moonlight. There was a large shadow in the moonlight coming from the window behind Seth. That meant that something was staring directly at the two of them.

Seth shot up in bed, scrambling over to the edge to grab hold of his scrabbard and blade on the floor. In the window was a menacing, opaque figure. A large beast, with bright yellow eyes. He immediately recognized them as canid, a sign of one of the ferals he'd learned about in his training. But in the middle of a town? And this building, of ALL the places in the entire town? He heard Emily scream, and at the same moment the window shattered. Shards of glass flew out in random directions, scattering across the floor. The beast was upon him before he really had any time to react to anything. He wanted to protect Emily, he wanted to run, he wanted to slay the creature that dared interrupt what was such a perfect night.

The silver of his blade shone brilliant in the scattered moonlight reflected from the shards of glass. He swung outwards, claws lashing dangerously close to his bare torso when the beast recoiled. It paused, and looked between both Seth and Emily. Seth took this time to get a good grasp of the situation, and look over the creature. It was covered in a stark black fur, with pointed ears jutting from the top of its head. Its face was narrowed into a snout that made him think wolf, to match the eyes. Most of its body was human in shape, other than its feet which were paws in a slight deformity from normal human legs. And it was an absolute being of solid, primal muscle. Seth could see it, even beneath the fur, the way its body flexed with every tense movement.

"Go, go!" Seth waved Emily off, the petrified girl finally gathering the courage to move. But the werewolf was faster than either of the two humans. In one leap, the beast cleared the room, over the bed and between the two of them. It landed on its hind paws, dropping down to all fours and snarling visciously. The door was blocked. Emily ran up to Seth and cowered behind him, her hands clenching desperately at his shoulder. "The window, Emily. Get out through the window and run." Seth shouted. The creature remained in place on the other side, blocking the door. Seth didn't register the fact that it was odd that they weren't being attacked, merely delayed for some reason. "But-" Emily started, her hands clenching more tightly to Seth's body. "NOW!" Seth demanded. Emily flinched, but nodded her head. She rushed over to the window, and when the creature followed, Seth managed to fling himself before it this time.

Seth and wolf crashed into eachother in a flurry of tangled limbs. Emily crawled sobbing out of the broken window, where she promptly slid along the soaked roof and fell down into the muddied soil below. She cast a final glance up to her window before dashing off into the pitch black town, too terrified of what was inside to go back.

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Seth kicked and flailed enough at the dazed beast to roll out from underneath it, but he managed to lose his blade in the exchange. He heard it clank to the ground somewhere near corner by the window, but he couldn't see a damned thing. Surprisingly enough, the wolf didn't lunge at him with claws extended. Rather, it seemed more and more confused as the entire event went on. Seth crawled back towards the corner, searching for his sword. The beast tilted its canine head at the man's actions, watching as Seth crawled on all fours along the floor.

And there was that scent, in the air. The wolf didn't know what it was, it was unlike anything he'd ever encountered before around humans. It reminded it strongly of a female werewolf in heat during mating season. So much did it remind it that it was causing a stirring in the beast that it properly pinpoint in its feral brain. It came more strongly from the female that had gotten away from it, but it lingered in the air, and was strongly noticed on the male when the two collided into eachother. The werewolf let out a low growl, crouching down to the floor in a predatory manner. Usually it would stand on two feet to insite fear, but that's not what it intended to do. It was curious, it wanted to explore this scent more. It needed to know.

Seth scrambled about in the darkness for a while longer, searching, feeling about the floor with his hands. But he couldn't find that damned blade no matter how hard he tried. He felt something foreign on that exact moment. Something cold and wet, poking between his bare legs. He felt it press against his inner thigh and bump upwards, but that's as far as it got. Because at that point Seth had flipped over and kicked at the beast, as it was the creature's nose that was poking between his legs. "T-the hell?!" Seth gasped out, sliding backwards along the floor and kicking out as the werewolf followed him slowly. The hulking, menacing beast was a constant threat before Seth, why hadn't it just killed him and been done with him? What was it after?

The answer came to him in a shocking flash of lightning. The room lit up, and the werewolf leapt onto the smaller human. Its large clawed hands had Seth's shoulders pinned flat to the ground, with its body keeping the rest of him pinned against the cold floor. He was just thankful there was no glass that had gotten this far, or he'd of been diced to ribbons by now. The thankful reprive was short lived as the wolf's head started to nose down his bare chest, as if scoping out his body. He felt the cold nose pressing against his abdomen, but he could barely see anything that was happening in the nearly pitch black room. The typical cliché lines of fear ran circles in his head. 'Is this the end? Is it going to kill me, naked, leaving me here for anyone to find?' The thought made Seth want to knee the creature in the face and make a dash for it. But he'd never get away, not with the door locked so tightly, and the window wasn't an option. Emily only managed to get away because he distracted the werewolf after all. It would catch him in an instant if he went for the window.

Seth let out an airy gasp, the beast had gone further south than he'd ever of fathomed in his mind. That cold nose was nudging against his cock while it hung limply between his legs. Seth tensed up every muscle in his body all at the same time it seemed, sharply inhaling more air in one moment that he thought was physically possible. The beast had some depraved infatuation with his shaft it seemed, because it had shoved its snout against Seth's crotch and was letting his flaccid shaft slide against its wet nose. Seth's mind couldn't comprehend what was going on, he couldn't see, he was in denial, swearing he was having some kind of sick nightmare. But it was all too real, and what was worse was that his body was starting to respond to the incessant nose prodding at him.

His length started to stirr, blood and adrenaline pulsing through his veins like a fire he couldn't keep under control no matter how hard he tried. Seth wasn't sure why he was so still as the beast nosed at his crotch, he was just so stunned by what was going on. What could he do? His cock was reaching its full length, throbbing in time with his heart beat while the werewolf continued to so aptly explore his more sensitive areas. It never would of crossed his mind that the only reason the beast was nosing at him was because of the remenant scent of Emily on him during the heat of their coupling not even an hours time ago. There was no denying the fact that he was stark erect and vulnerable before the beast, his teeth clenched tightly in silent protest.

His heart sank the instant he felt that cold nose pressed up against his ballsac. All color drained from his face, even his cock started to deflate at the sheer outlandishness of what was happening. But no pain came to him, only that incessant searching and sniffing against him. His sac was pulled taut from the cold, the smooth hairless skin perfect for the wolf to nose about. His entire body was free of hair, it was something Seth had always liked about his own body, the smoothness of his physique had been part of why Emily was attracted to him. But now that was being exploited by this beast, the scent having soaked into his skin enough to leave a trace that entranced the beast. From its muzzle, a long and dexterous tongue slipped free, dragging over Seth's balls in a slow tentative fashion. Seth started to moan, but he drew the back of his hand to his mouth in horror at the prospect of moaning.

He couldn't deny how unreasonably good it felt though, the wolf losing tentativeness and slathering it's tongue along his crotch. The strong, wet, slippery muscle worked against every crevice of him. Against his crotch, along his sac, between his legs and even managing to tickle his taint in the slightest. Seth was shivering, his body fighting with his mind in a mental battle he was quickly losing. It was almost lost utterly when the tongue met his cock. He jerked his hips instinctually, bumping the head of his shaft against the werewolf's nose. That didn't deter it though, it kept its hungry lapping up in indefinite amounts. Seth was still in denial, praying for anything to happen except for what was going on. He didn't care if Emily's father walked in, if he knew what had happened between him and his daughter. He just wanted this beast to be gone and his cock to be far away from that heavenly tongue.

But no such grace was bestowed upon the knight-in-training. The depravity of the situation continued on, werewolf taking a special liking to the taste of Seth's cock. For what reason he would never really know. His length twitched, practically a play thing for the tongue dancing along his skin. One thing Seth had never been very good at was holding out against the right kind of stimulation. And this happened to be the perfect kind of stimulation for his body after his coupling with Emily. Seth was left a panting mess, his chest rising and falling for desperate breaths of air. His muscles jerked, twitching against the beast that had him pinned down. Most of the movement was in his dick, it spasmed rapidly along the wolf's tongue. The beast not of known or seen what was coming, because it let out a surprised growl when Seth released the pent up energy.

Seth groaned, his balls churning in their sac. Cum shot free from his cock in sticky thick spurts. It traced over the werewolf's snout, matting into fur along the beast's face. The look only added to the humor in the werewolf's shocked expression, not that Seth could see that in the darkness. He wouldn't care either in his current state of confused bliss. Ropes of cum trailed between his cock and the wolf's tongue, who was now licking away at the foreign substance with less vigor than it had been before. The final few shots landed along Seth's crotch and lower abdomen, the strong afterglow kicking in fast from the strangely powerful orgasm that had been forced upon him. He tilted his head back and stared up at the empty space above him, there was a roof, but he couldn't see it. Not in this darkness. He hoped that the werewolf would be done with him and leave, now that it seemed to have gotten from him what it wanted. Seth caught something out of the corner of his eye that left him confused. The shards of glass on the floor were still holding the moonlight in them, each individual piece acting like a small mirror along the floor just inches away from him. In the pale light, he had vision of the beast looming over him. At some point the hands had been removed from his shoulders and were on his thighs, claws digging lightly into his skin. But that wasn't what had his attention in the mirrors of refracted moonlight. It was the werewolf's backside. Before that exact moment, the gender of the beast was the last thing in his mind. He hadn't even thought over it for more than a mere milisecond. It was definite now though. The werewolf was male. It was one hundred and fifty percent male.

A tail was wagging just above the werewolf's rear end, an excited gesture that Seth would imagine a dog to have upon seeing it's owner return home. Except it was much different, Seth was no owner, and the creature above him was no house pet. Slipping lower, hung the largest pair of balls he'd ever seen on any humanoid creature. And being a knight-in-training, he'd seen more than one male naked while changing in and out of armor. The furred sac was smooth looking, coated entirely in a short fine fur that reminded him of the feel of soft leather. Not that he was feeling it, or should even be imaging what those twin orbs felt like in their sac. It was almost hypnotizing to watch them sway as the wolf wagged its tail back and forth, its hips moving ever so slightly from side to side. Seth could barely make out what was between those muscular furred legs, only the flash of a dark crimson red met his eye in the makeshift mirrors he had to work with.

A growl jerked his attention back to the mass of shadows before him. It was a low, commanding noise. Following the noise was a quick nip of teeth against Seth's thigh, one that made him jerk back at the pinching feeling. He'd been released from the grasp of the beast, and was being ushered along by directing nips and nose nudges. It was as if the beast had no sentience at all, and was completely feral. The actuallity was more that its instincts were overriding any thought process it might have had in the situation the two of them were in. Seth was turned over, his stomach laying flat against the cold floor.

Clawed hands made their way to his hips, lifting his ass up into a ceremonial face down ass up position. "Fuck." Seth muttered in a breathy, panted voice. It was confident enough, he didn't even know why he wasn't in pure panic mode. As a knight undergoing training, he'd been put in all kinds of stressful situations in which he was to keep a level head. This topped all of those situations though. Nothing could of prepared him for a werewolf getting ready to have its depraved way with him. He wondered if his sword was nearby, if there was any chance of avoiding this next step. The moonlight offered no solace, not even the lightest shimmer of his blade in the room. Maybe it'd fallen out the window? It didn't really matter at this point though.

"F-..." Seth started, the werewolf crawling and mounting him. He felt fur brushing against his skin, tickling him in ways it shouldn't have. Mostly he noticed how warm the canine creature was, compared to the cold wind washing in from the storm. Seth wondered if he'd be split in two in an instant trying to take such a massive thing. He assumed the beast was packing, simply from the glimpse of red he saw. Unsure of how to approach the situation, the inexperienced werewolf pushed its hips forward in a fluid glide. Seth let out a grunt, the beast's cock managing to wedge itself against his ass. His asshole clenched tightly, twitching against the length grinding over it. The beast seemed to notice that it'd missed its mark, but it was grinding its hips back and forth anyway. The slick cock smeared pre between Seth's cheeks, the clawed hands on his hips pricking at his skin in a subtle fashion from the obvious pleasure the werewolf felt.

It didn't last long though, before Seth felt the beast start to pull back. Every moment was like torture, waiting for the brutal searing agony he knew he was about to undergo. After feeling the cock against his backside, he knew it was inevitable. He felt that he was going to be ripped open on the inside and die from what was coming. When the beast surged forward again, the tappered tip of its canine-shaped dick slid down Seth's taint, missing its mark completely and dragging over the human's hanging sac lewdly. The jab made Seth moan a bit, more out of surprise than anything else. His teeth clenched tightly as the seemingly confused wolf tried a few more times, more than once managing to hotdog against Seth's ass, or slide down his taint.

Seth began to wonder if the beast even knew that he wasn't female, as it tried to thrust into spots that weren't anatomically correct between a male coupling. That thought died when a nudging against his puckered asshole made his eyes shoot open wide. Seth wanted to scream, the pain shot through his body like an arrow. He stretched open, his rim trying to clench against the beast's engorged cock. It slid in slowly, dragging against his insides and splitting him wide enough to knock the air from his lungs. He felt like he should be dead, that there was no physical way that the beast would fit inside of him without killing him. He wasn't even offered a time of accomodation for the size, something he'd never felt before. He'd never even tried a finger, let alone the cock of some feral werewolf.

The creature met too much resistance inside of Seth's body to start thrusting, instead it worked its hips back and forth, torturously slow as Seth felt every inch of it inside of him. He swore if he tried hard enough he could probably map out every vein along the thick wolf cock, his body that tightly constricting against the invader. The seemingly massive amount of precum the werewolf was drooling from its tip did much to aid in the process. Seth's insides were becoming slick in the clear fluid, the beasts movements slowly growing faster and deeper. He had no air in his lungs to scream, to cry out in pain, to do anything of that sort. And despite all the paint, there was some deep pressure that the wolf seemed to keep gliding along. Seth's cock was rigid, harder than he'd ever been in his entire life. His cock ached with how much blood was pumped into it, the mushroom head a deep red bordering purple.

When he was pulled out of, his ass clenched up to accommodate for the sudden emptiness. The stretched rim twitched violently, seeking to tighten back up to its original puckered self. But the twitching and emptiness was the downfall of Seth. He didn't even try to clench push against the wolf, his body's own mechanics skipping over what his mind told the muscles to do. The thick cock slid into him again, and this time he did moan. He moaned loudly, and it snapped him free from his stupor. Seth bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. His teeth clenched, doing his best to drown out the noises he wanted to make when the thrusting started.

His body rocked beneath the wolf, the only noises he heard were the rain and wind. Then below that was the beast's panting, mixed with what he was sure was the sound of the leathery balls slapping against his bare taint. It was too hard for him to make sense of anything, his cock was dripping precum between his trembling legs, even as neglected as it was he felt like he was already going to cum again. The shaft lodged inside of him drilled over some hidden button he'd never known existed, a grinding that drove him to the point of insanity.

The thrusts became quicker as time passed, all the pain finally numbed away to make way for a mind destroying pleasure. Seth was vaguely aware of the fact that it was a werewolf slamming into his ass over and over again. His ass was becoming a light pink from the slam of furred hips into his rear. His hole was stretched raw, the clear seminal fluid dripping down his taint and balls to mix with his own precum on the floor. Seth could feel his insides squeezing and almost milking at the cock inside of him, for reasons still unknown to him. Whatever it was, the beast seemed to be enjoying his cooperation. A trail of drool ran against the back of Seth's neck when he noticed that the werewolf was panting just beside his ear. Its tongue must have been lolling free from its mouth, hanging just above his flushed skin.

Seth let out a loud grunt, something thicker and bulbous pressing against his battered rim. He didn't know anything about canine anatomy, and the fact that it was a knot trying to grind its way into him. The thrusting became more sporatic, spontaneous. The tapered tip of the red length inside of him speared at different angles, one moment having Seth squirming in pleasure and the other moment having him heave a grunt of discomfort. Nothing would ever match up to the moment that the knot managed to jackhammer its way into his body. His once virgin rim spread so wide he truly felt like he had split in half, the thickest girth of the knot leaving him clawing at the ground and silently screaming.

When it pushed all the way in, Seth saw blotches in his vision, and he was hearing white noise. His body spasmed, a second wave of pleasure washing over the would-be knight. Pleasure shot like lightning through every nerve of his system, his cock drooling cum and spraying it all over the floor. He found he was unable to push back against the beast as he now so wantonly wanted to. He found himself stuck in place, with the werewolf rutting against his backside rapidly. The knot inside of him swelled, tying the two together in blissful ecstasy. Seth moaned underneath the howl the wolf let free to the moon. He was sure everyone would coming running after they heard the howl, but at the same moment lightning struck so close to the house that the thunder drowned it out wholly.

Thick spurts of wolfcum filled his ass, sticking along his inner walls and filling him to the point he felt bloated. The werewolf's balls had gone taut and were grinding against his taint, the beast's need to breed after inhaling that heavenly scent was finally fulfilled. Seth hung limply underneath the beast, his eyelids half draped over his eyes. His ass hurt, his hole felt like it would never close again. His asscheeks were red, sore from the smacking of furred hips against him over and over again. His own cock was spent, his balls drained of every last drop of cum he imagined he had in him. Yet still, the beast rutted against him, pumping more and more into his abused hole.

When the beast finally did simmer down, it dragged Seth into a corner with it, holding him there like a prisoner with the knot keeping them so tightly bound together. He let out soft gasps and moans, every movement tugging at his insides and shoving the cock inside of him deeper or at a funny angle. No matter what the movement was, it was still altered by the fact that he had something nearly twice as big as his own cock inside of him.

He slipped out of conciousness sitting in the werewolf's lap, exhausted from having his body abused. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

When he awoke, not only was he alone in the room, but it was daylight. No one had found him, not even Emily had come back looking for him it seemed. His muscles ached when he tried to move, mostly his battered ass. He timidly slipped a few fingers between his legs, grimacing at the sticky mess he found lathered around his rim. 'The beast must of left recently, seeing as it hasn't dried.' Seth thought to himself in some form of clear mind.

He'd have to gather his clothes and get out of here, fast. Who knows how long it was before someone actually tried to come check in on Emily. Who even knew where she was? Seth certainly intended on trying to find her first thing. If he could manage to walk around, that is...

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