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Part I

Hunted

Fire, smoke, ash, heat.

It was all around him.

Fear and the need to survive drove him on: he had long since given up running on two legs and had moved onto running on all fours, grateful for the distance it afforded him.

Men were behind him. The trees and the undergrowth whipped by.

The normal sounds of forest life faded into nonexistence as the fire of the men's torches guttered in the wind, their shouts startling all other life out of the area. No animal, even starved and in the dead of winter, wanted the company of men who hunted for sport.

The snow crunched beneath his paws as he continued to run. Twigs and damp, slimy leaves snapped and slid beneath the frozen snow as he moved, becoming nothing more than a blur in the white and dark brown forests around him. He occasionally looked back to see if the men were still pursuing him. They were back there, somewhere. He wasn't safe yet, not safe enough to seek shelter. He could still smell the rancid oils that fed the flames of the poachers' torches.

He kept running, all but seeming to dance between the trees as he darted between them.

Time seemed to stand still as he ran, the sounds of the men's shouts, though now nonexistent, still ringing sharply in his ears. Forcing himself further, he ran to the point of exhaustion, never noticing when he ran through a small frozen stream. Even though the surface cracked and his paws were soon soaked with freezing water. He ran until his muscles burned and until he had no choice but to finally slow down to a walk, panting heavily from the exertion. On all fours, he kept walking, still seeking to get as much distance between the poachers after his pelt and himself.

He finally stopped to lean against a tree stump for support, his heavy breathing causing his furry throat to expand, pressing against a black leather band that was there. It was a collar that he had gotten a long time ago, on an impulse and whim, to act as a name tag. The black leather collar bore a word, his name, Bastian, which was inscribed in orange stitched lettering. It pressed against his windpipe as he huffed and panted, leaning heavily against the stump before he shifted and slid to sit on the snowy ground at the base of it.

His furry white paws fell upon his lap as he lay back against the tree stump, resting. His tongue lolled out; particles of snow fell upon his frigid tongue while mist had formed out of his maw, easily seen in the cool night's air. He was tired, almost lifeless, sprawled out against the tree in the forest. He simply watched the snow fall on his furry white face, resting.

Bastian muttered to himself under his breath. Phew, I think... I think I lost'em. Damn poachers. My fur, not theirs... His eyelids felt heavy and drooped down over his eyes. His furry, white floppy ears laid flat down on his skull and, panting, he finally drifted off into sleep.

It couldn't have been more than an hour. Bastian shook out of his slumber, jumped frantically to his paws and looked about.

"Who goes there?" he spoke, rather quietly.

Nothing was to be heard...

"I said, who goes there?" He tried it with a little more authority, but his body was shaking like a leaf. His fur had waves in it as it ruffled about on his body from the shivering; he shook out of the fear of something watching him, yet there was no sign of anything.

"I must have been dreaming, he spoke to himself, under his breath. ...But it seemed so real."

He shrugged and sat back down to lean back against the stump. He rubbed himself with his small paws in the attempt to calm himself while he took deep breaths, exhaling out mists of crystallized frost from his maw.

Relaxing once again, he pondered his next move. As he sat there thinking, he was jolted by the sound of a loud *CRACK*. He jumped to his feet, looking ready to sprint when he found himself suddenly slammed onto the forest floor beneath him. He laid on his back, dazed with blurred vision and the sudden extra weight of an object upon his petite body: it kept him pinned well against the forest floor.

Bastian screamed, "GET OFF OF ME LET ME GO " He struggled, still dazed; he was unable to make out the form of the creature atop him, but he could smell its musky scent. It was a wolf, he knew it "Get off of me, Bastian begged, I didn't do anything " The large creature's ebony-colored paws had the white wolf's paws held firmly and his bulky furry pitch-black legs weighted down Bastian's legs. This winter pup was not going anywhere.

Bastian blinked a few times as his struggling came to a stop, unable to summon enough stamina or strength to keep on. He simply gave up; his teeth grinded together, adjusting his vision. He finally got a look at what was on top of him- his eyes grew large in awe.

It was wolf on top of Bastian, and a large one at that. The muscular wolf's body was covered in black, silky, thick fur which glimmered in the moonlit forest. The ebony wolf had every normal feature of a wolf; his eyes were a forest green which at the moment only showed the reflection of the white wolf's shocked face. Bastian's mind raced, thinking a mile a minute, knowing damn good and well that this wolf was an Alpha. The scent... It was just too strong to be anything else.

The larger wolf spoke out in a very deep, soft and husky tone. "Well, hello there. Treading in my parts, are you? I hope you didn't expect to get too far in my forest."

Bastian's ears drooped instantly to his head, folding down flatly; he didn't move at all. Bastian gulped and took a sharp breath before speaking back, being very careful with the words he chose. "I... I didn't kn..know it was yours, I... I'm sorry "

The black wolf forced his heavy, furry body over Bastian's body, putting all his weight upon the smaller wolf. The stronger, larger black paws squeezed the white wolf's paws tightly, almost cutting off any blood circulation that had been flowing to them. It made them feel withered and weak in the black wolf's strong grip.

The dark wolf's voice boomed out after a deep, guttering growl. "Well then, we need to fix that, don't we?" The black wolf grinned from ear to ear. "By the way, you can call me Khall: you'll be screaming my name in a moment's time."

Khall eyed the collar around Bastian's neck and shook his head almost in disbelief. "Bastian is it? You do realize that you are mine now, don't you?" As he spoke he slid a strong paw from the winter wolf's shoulder to the collar, ripping it off his throat, the leather band biting into his neck before it gave. He tossed it over his shoulder and gripped the soft nape of his neck, squeezing tightly. A furry digit buried itself into Bastian's white fur at his throat, pushing into the warm skin to force the airway tighter, which made the smaller wolf fight back to breathe.

Bastian struggled once again, attempting to make it easier for himself to breathe. He was very unsuccessful. "LET GO OF ME " The poor winter-wolf screamed out, desperately trying to free himself. His muzzle breathed out mist of frigid air into Khall's face, which made Khall nearly swoon to the feel of such cold breath cascading over his fur.

Khall shook his head and forced a sharp pointy claw into Bastian's neck until it broke the skin; he raked it roughly across the white wolf's neck and left dark red marks in its wake. Bastian gasped and sucked in his chest and held his breath. He hated this. He closed his eyes, hoping this wolf would go just away. As he whimpered pathetically, his body shut down until he was limp within the grasp of the large, black wolf. Khall canted his head to the side as he slipped his paw from Bastian's throat and placed it on the petite wolf's chest, kneading against the muscle while speaking in a calm tone and keeping the lithe and vulnerable pup pinned.

"Bastian, when I let you up, you are going to get on all fours for me," he said in a stern, yet, very calm voice.

Khall then lowered himself on the smaller wolf, drawing his warm, musky maw across Bastian's throat. Opening his maw and cupping the entire frontal of Bastian's throat, he pressed his teeth into the skin through the delicate, snowy fur right into the meaty portion of the white wolf's neck. Dragging his salivated canines over the skin and leaving red streak marks and pain in its path, he murred loudly, which had sent vibrations through his teeth onto the winter wolf's neck. He worked his way to the shoulder, dragging his hot, moist, raspy tongue through the white fur, matting it down with his wolfish saliva, dripped endlessly over Bastian's body.

Bastian's eyes squeezed shut, petrified at what was happening. His mind raced with possible escape routes, all of which made no sense. In the end, he exposed more of his neck, submitting to Khall entirely. His breath was heavy and quick, but his body still quivered under the massive and darkly sexy wolf. "Oh, please just s-- his voice trailed off for a moment, --Ohhh..." His words cut off with a sigh.

Khall moved his maw to the winter wolf's chest, nibbling into the muscle, lapping slowly and wetly across the soft, white fur and matting it down with the moistness of his tongue. He let out a soft growl of disapproval at Bastian's pleading as he lowered himself even more upon the poor small wolf, his teeth coming dangerously close to Bastian's soft sheath. He spoke as he continued to groom the white-wolf's belly, feeling Bastian flex at the licking.

"Mmmm, he growled, such a needy bitch, aren't you? I can sense it. Don't try to hide it, pup."

Those words striking Bastian hard, racing through his mind as he let out a soft moan while looking down at the dark wolf's work. Bastian was quite confused; he didn't know whether to be scared or lucky. He watched, and he finally began to see what this wolf really was. This was the sexiest beast he had ever seen. Without even really thinking, he had moved one of his small paws to Khall's head and began to stroke the silken, black fur. He let out quiet murrs, as he could not say a thing; the actions of the other wolf struck him speechless.

Khall's tongue worked diligently, kneading the tender flesh of the white wolf's stomach. He raked that tongue of his to the sides, biting into the fur and kneading into his ribs. He huffed quietly over the white fur, the warm air of Khall's breath cascaded through the plentiful platinum fur.

"Oh please, Sir Khall, I can't stand it..." Bastian's voice trailed off with a soft moan as his wolf cock peeked out from his sheath, quickly extending into view. Pre glistened the tip of his cock, dripping from the slit over the bare flesh of his own cock. He gave a few gentle humps at the large, black wolf on top of him, which Khall responded to by working slowly towards the tip of now swollen wolf cock. He breathed hotly over the tip, warming the pre covered head, filling his nostrils with the musky, wolf scent of Bastian's arousal.

Mmmm. So needy, so hard, so..." his words were cut short, catching Bastian by surprise, lolling his hot, moist tongue to lick the salty pre-covered head of his cock. "...so tasty."

Bastian let out a quiet howl of pure arousal, shivering from lust. Khall quickly grabbed Bastian's paws pinning them down to the surface, keeping the white pup from grabbing anything. The white wolf struggled against the hold, desperately wanting to grab Khall's head and pull the fur out, needing something to keep himself from exploding with lust. The large wolf chuckled quietly as he lolled his hot, raspy tongue out once more, pressing it flatly on the base of Bastian's cock, dragging the entire length of his wet muscle ever so slowly up the bare, pink flesh, feeling the hot cocks' veins throb on his tongue as he placed a finishing kiss at the cum dripping tip.

Bastian shuddered, murred endlessly to the perfect touch of the dark wolf. His cock twitched at the patronizing tongue, constantly dripping with pre for Khall to lick up as he made his way each time to the swollen tip. "Mmmmf, Gods...." Bastian murred out, shooting a mist of ice from his nose as he felt the pure pleasure of being teased. His head moved back and forth, still struggling somewhat, not nearly enough to cause any trouble for Khall.

Khall opened his maw and placed the tip of Bastian's cock right between the very front part of his maw, huffing, bringing more of his musky, hot air to cascade over the throbbing, pink cock. Bastian could feel his sheath shift about under the hot breath as he squirmed under the massive wolf. Khall pressed his teeth down into the head of Bastian's cock, lightly raking those sharp canines up and down the very tip of the shaft, flicking his raspy tongue out to lick any pre that dripped off the needy wolf-cock. He buried his entire muzzle over the winter-wolf's thick cock, bobbing up and down, dragging his sharp, saliva coated canines up and down the tender wolf-cock while breathing hotly and heavily over the soaked dick. He gripped the swollen knot at the base of Bastian's cock with his sharp teeth, threatening the wolf while also raking his tongue along the bottom portion of Bastian's shaft.

Bastian couldn't bear it any longer. Shivering, shaking, grunting and groaning as Khalls' throat muscles swallowed the bulbous cock within the soft walls of his own throat, constricting and stroking the pups cock. Though which felt like a life-time, only lasted a few minutes where Bastian finally felt a large, strong, padded paw grip the base of his cock and squeeze his thick, throbbing knot, hard. He let out a whining cry as his eyes shot open to stare at the paw; his ears perked as he heard the larger dark wolf speak in a dark, deep voice. "You won't cum unless you are a good bitch, you got that? You do and your fur is mine... *He let out a snarling sound as he finished his sentence, removing his paw from around Bastian's knot and Bastian completely. Bastian closed his eyes as Khall spoke, taking deep breathes as he listened. However, Bastian blink and ears folded once he felt Khall's presence leave him physically, so he opened his eyes to glance around only to see the snow covered ground and the stump he laid against; no sign of Khall anywhere.

Sudden silence struck the forest; nothing was to be heard.

"...W..Stop this" Bastian whined. "...Please, don't do this to me, don't scare me " He cried out, looking around frantically. He stood up and dusted himself off, glancing down at his rock-hard wolf-cock, exposed to the freezing cold air where snow would stick to the cum-covered shaft.

Bastian glanced around, the fear present in his eyes as they searched the area frantically. He jerked his head from side to side as fear and suspicion filled his mind, thinking something is about to pounce him, hurt him or worse; however, only to come faced to snow.

A twig suddenly snapped; Bastian jerked his head towards the direction of the sound to brace himself, digging his foot-paws down into the forest surface. As he braced himself towards the sound, he was caught off guard by a hit from behind; a strong, large, meaty body forcing him to the ground on all fours and on his belly, knocking the wind out of him, while laying flat on his belly with the same massive, muscular weight on top of him, pinning him once against to the forest debris.

Bastian grunted and whined as he was back on the ground. His front to paws rubbed the leaves around him, which made a cloud of dirt around the white, fluffed up paws of his. "You are so cruel " Bastian cried out as he shook and squirmed under the massive, black wolf. "I told you..." Khall's voice trailed off as Bastian could feel the large, strong furry digits scrape along his sides, which made Bastian quiver and struggle more. "...that you should have not crossed my territory; now, you are mine." Khall huskily spoke in a fine, deep, long tone.

All the while Bastian's struggling was only egging Khall on. Bastian's wiggling body making the black wolf's sheathed cock begin its hardening and unsheathing. "Mmmm.. Oh yeah, keep wiggling my pup. Give me all you've got." Khall spoke as he laid completely over Bastian, latching his strong, lock-jawed muzzle around the white wolf's plentiful, meaty neck. His teeth entered into Bastian's neck just slightly, piercing the thick, warm skin beneath all the white fur. Beads of bitter blood trickled down over Khall's tongue which would meet the beads of blood at his long, slow, strong licks; matting down the white fur around his neck while keeping a strong grip on Bastian's neck, snarling under his heavy, hot breathing. Bastian completely frozen from the lock Khall had over Bastian's neck, shivering from terrifying fear that this may be his last day alive. His body laid lifeless under Khall, his mind seemed to have stopped all together, only able to taste the musky scent of Khall's arousal, blocking out all his thoughts.

Khall began pushing his hips down onto Bastian's rear, rubbing his full-harden, vein-throbbing, bare wolf-cock along Bastian's perfectly curved white-furred rump, smearing pre-cum into the fur, matting the snowy-soft fur down to a sticky mess. Bastian gulped and tensed his ass up, protecting his tail-hole as best as he could by swatting Khall's muscular legs with his bushy tail while digging his paws into the dirt, making a large divit to hold himself still from Khall's rocking.

Suddenly, Bastian felt a sharp pain run up his spine; Khall gave Bastian a gentle push which forced the head of his cock inside Bastian's tail-hole, spreading the puckered hole out to fit in the enormous cock just inside Bastian's ass. Bastian let out a loud scream from the pain of his asshole spreading out to fit the width of Khall's thick cock, feeling the head pop in just slightly, hooking around the mushroom shaped tip where the heat of Bastian's ass would cascade down Khall's bare length, coaxing the throbbing veins of the thick wolf-shaft.

"Oh Gods Stop " Bastian yelled out at the top of his lungs. He could feel Khall's cock pulse within the soft, silken walls of his ass, stroking the thick wolf member as Khall began to push himself deeper within the cushy, moist ass. Khall only latched harder around Bastian's neck, dragging his sharp teeth which made red, dark marks along Bastian's skin, drawing blood that soaked into the white fur. Bastian mind was locked onto the thick cock in his tight, hot ass to worry about his bleeding neck - his mind racing with curiosity of why he was beginning to enjoy the feel of something stuck up his tight tail-hole.

Bastian began to push and grind back into the invading wolf-cock. Exposing more of his throat to Khall's biting, finally submitting to Khall's dominance. Khall began humping harder, shoving himself deeper and deeper each thrusting motion, slapping his furry, cum-filled balls on Bastian's furry orbs. Each thrust made Bastian grunt and moan; his eyes watching straight ahead as his own already harden cock shook and rubbed against the forest surface, grinding his dripping cock down on the ground.

Khall reached a paw to grip Bastian's side and hoist Bastian up off the ground and ass in the air as he began to actually fuck him. Working his ass-coated cock deep within Bastian's tight, unforgiving tail-hole, the knot being the only thing to stop himself from hilting Bastian within his long, hard and fast pistoning motions. Bastian began to moan like a whore. His throat rattled along the sharp canines of the strong jaw locked around him. He even pushed back into Khall's thrusting as he now began to feel the neediness of his release. "Oh Gods, get this over with I need to cum Please " He yelped out between his moaning. His eyes growing larger as he felt the pounding of Khall's baseball sized knot threatening to enter Bastian's tight ass; his puckered ass already painfully torn open to accept the thick wolf rod which had been fucking his wet tail-hole.

"Prepare yourself, wolf-bitch. Your life is in my paws now." Khall grunted out as he continued his movements. Each thrusting movement had Bastian on the edge, awaiting the thick, round knot to enter his ringed, moist, hot hole. Khall's speed and stamina was phenomenal; he never slowed down, he only sped up and got rougher. Bastian sqeueezed his ass-cheeks together tightly to keep the knot from invading as he felt Khall picking up his speed and roughness, which squeeze the silken walls to stroke the sexy, thick, bare wolf-cock tighter and tighter, making Khall want to knot his bitch even more-so then ever.

"You want to play games?" Khall grunted between thrusts. "I'll show you a game." He said in a deep, dark tone while gripping Bastian's hips and slamming himself into Kalio's ass, pulling Bastian back to meet his thrust, finally popping in the thick, bulbous knot inside the winter-wolf's tight tail-hole. Bastian screamed as his cock was pulsing, laying on the ground and oozing of cum as he felt the thick knot pop inside him. His ass instantly wrapping around the very base of Khall's cock, gripping it hard where Khall could only work in fast, hard humps. His full length fucking Bastian's ass hard, forcing his latched muzzle off of Bastian's neck, raking his teeth up Bastian's spine as his paws were gripping Bastian's hips tightly, forcing him back and forth into the hard thrusts, pounding Bastian's ass as hard as he could.

Bastian whimpered and screamed. His body sending mixed signals of pleasure and pain as Khall had been fucking him. He could feel the long, thick wolf-cock filling up his entire tail-hole and pushing further, fucking his guts deep within him. His moans were not very loud due to the massive length inside him, forcing Bastian's air out in each hard hump. He could feel Khall's cock slicken within his tail-hole due to Khall's cock being coated by his own seed.

Suddenly, all Bastian senses were shot, except feel. Khall had managed to yank his swollen knot out and pop it back in, several times, in and out. Bastian's body shivering and grinding himself in his own puddle of pre while being brutally pummeled. His body screaming out in pain, but Bastian's mind was wanting it rougher. He loved it.

Khall's body tightened and lodged himself fully inside Bastian's furry rump, including his swollen knot. He held himself as deep as he could, grinding his hips into Bastian's ass, balls to balls as he arched his back and let out a piercing howl. Thick, hot, strings of cum shot into Bastian's ass, filling his rump completely and quickly from the rapid bursts of wolf-cum. What seemed like an endless orgasm, Khall finally emptied his heavy, furry orbs inside Bastian's ass, seeping out of the torn ass which the knot had been blocking most of the seed that should have gushed out, but instead, moved deeper into Bastian's stomach where Bastian could only breathe in the taste of Khall's cum; he could nearly taste it the scent was so strong.

Bastian gasped and choked on his own breath as he felt the cum seep inside his ass in a powerful burst of a powerful flow. His cock throbbing rock-hard and ready to send himself over the edge, until, he felt a strong, large paw grip the base of his cock, hard, squeezing his knot so hard he couldn't release

He let out a high-pitched, pathetic whimper as he groaned from the pain in his ass as he couldn't cum. His body shook, spasmed and cried out. His balls swelling so full that it hurt. Khall's strong paw working like a cock-ring and keeping this poor wolf of feeling the sensational pleasure of going over the edge in his climax.

"PLEASE LET ME GO, KHALL, PLEASE LET GO OF ME " He cried out, feeling the thick juices of Khall's cum roam around his ass while Khall shifted about inside him, lifting him off the ground more to snake his head under Bastian's belly, sniffing the aroused pup. Placing his nose at Bastian's cock, kissing the tip while grinning. He picked Bastian up within his strong grasp and fell backwards so that Bastian was laying on top of him and he was on his back. He gave Bastian a few test humps to tease him further. He snaked his head around Bastian's body and cupped the tip of Bastian's cock, biting down lightly while is tongue lolled out to slowly lick the bottom of Bastian's cock; dragging the moist, hot, slimey tongue on the under-side of Bastian's full, throbbing, bright pink cock. Bastian whined and quivered on top of Khall, in desperation of needing release. Bastian finally started to let up and knead the wolf's knot, stroking the full cock.

He couldn't believe it His whole body heated up and he let out the loudest howl he had ever done. Crying out as he arched his back, regardless of how big of a cock was inside him; shooting his biggest load of ropey cum into Khall's mouth, instantly shooting down Khall's throat. Khall bobbed up and down on his cock, swallowing the thick winter-wolf cock and also its seed. His large, black-furred paws caressed the knot and stroked him until he released his entire furry package inside Khall's maw, even some dripping out of Khall's jaw and down Khall's furry neck.

They both felt exhausted. Both panted in excitement and one whined from pain, Bastian. His ass hurt, no matter how good his orgasm felt he finally began to feel the pain of how the knot ripped him apart. Where Khall was completely quiet, Bastian had to speak. He was curious and confused. "I..." he started out, quivering from his previous excitement. "...I need to go." Khall gave him a wolfish grin. "You are not going anywhere, young pup. You're knotted for good this time. For a long while, boy." Bastian gave him a 'Humph' and wiggled a bit to get comfortable as Khall spun Bastian around to be back on bottom; both on their bellies, Khall still lodged inside him.

Snow fell upon Khall's back as he kept Bastian warm with his black, thick furry body. He opened his muzzle and gave Bastian a few soft licks to taste the snow that Bastian's white fur had collected. He murred contently in Bastian's ear, gnawing on the tip until both found themselves drifting off into a dreamless night.

Jerking himself awake, Khall's alertness had awaken him from a dead-sleep. He sniffed about as he stood and pulled away from Bastian.

Fire, smoke, ash, heat.

It was once again, all around them.

Khall peered around for the quickest exit and swiftly took off, leaving Bastian, the poor, mangled up sleeping wolf behind. Then men came trampling up like a war-party. Torches in hand, lighting the way as they came up upon the mangled up sleeping winter-wolf. The men laughed and picked up Bastian's collar while eyeing the out-cold wolf. One man took out his rifle and aimed right at Bastian's head. "You're mine, wolf."