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The wolf observed the lone figure as the late afternoon turned to dusk. The human seemed to be simply resting, seated on a log a short distance from a small tent and not paying particular attention to its surroundings. The wolf crept closer, downwind and from behind. He thought the human was probably male from its scent, though it was mixed with so many foreign smells the wolf wasn’t certain.

The wolf was curious, a trait that had gotten him into trouble many times in his two years of life. But here he was again, approaching a creature his instincts warned him was dangerous, because he had a need to investigate. His parents kept their small family well away from the camps and trails that humans frequented. Yet he had felt a growing need to venture out on his own more and more, and found this lone human away from the paths the creatures usually took.

Arthur felt his tension and stress leave him as he looked out across the valley he decided to camp for the night. He had diverted from the marked trails, and after a day of hiking was well and truly alone with nature. Objectively it was a stupid and dangerous thing to do, but Arthur felt he needed this. If he got into trouble out here, he was fucked, but it was a risk he was willing to take to fully escape modern life.

It had been a decade since he last went backpacking or even just regular camping. First college and then work took up all of his time. He had gotten away from the pastime that took up so much of his teenage years. Meanwhile the stress of work, bills, social obligations, and everything else in life had accumulated. Out here, as alone and isolated as he could be, was his release.

Arthur let his mind clear and just took in the view of the valley, the sound of birds, and the smell of pine. When he felt something brush against the hair on the back of his head, he idly brought back his hand to brush it away. When he felt nothing there, he turned his head and promptly fell off his log and onto his ass at the sight of the large wolf standing right behind him.

The wolf cautiously entered the small camp, keeping a close watch on the human. The wolf paused next to the tent, poking his nose into the human's odd den. Moving on, the wolf pawed curiously at the backpack laying next to the tent. The human still seemed oblivious to his presence and the wolf took note of the human's inattentiveness. The wolf was constantly alert to his surroundings, but the human seemed completely relaxed. How fearsome were humans to be so carefree?

Tentatively, the wolf came up behind the human. This close, he could get a clear scent of the human and was certain he was male. Prepared to spring away if the human attacked, the wolf first smelled the back of the wool shirt the human was wearing. Still, the human did not react. Growing more bold, the wolf pressed his nose into the hair on the back of the human's head to fully take in his scent.

The wolf dodged back as the human finally moved, reaching back with his oddly shaped forelimb to brush the back of his head. Then the human turned and gave a sharp cry of surprise and gracelessly fell off the log he had been seated on.

Arthur sat frozen, looking into the amber eyes of the large, grey wolf that had appeared from nowhere right behind him. He had come out here to find nature, but it seemed nature had found him. His only weapon was his bear spray, but it was on his pack a dozen yards away. He just sat there, waiting to feel the wolf's jaws maul him, but the wolf seemed as frozen as him. Belatedly, he realized he was staring the wolf directly in the eye and lowered his gaze. The last thing he wanted was to provoke the wolf into thinking it was being challenged.

For his part, the wolf was unsure what to do next. He had been prepared to flee, expecting the human to lash out at him aggressively, like a startled bear would. Instead, he smelled a spike of fear as the human stilled like a scared rabbit. When the human broke eye contact and looked down submissively, the wolf felt emboldened and moved forward to stand over the human, resumed smelling him.

Arthur caught his breath when the wolf stepped over him, but relaxed when the wolf simply smelled his hair. From his position on the ground, he got a good look at the creamy white sheath that hung under the wolf. Blushing with embarrassment at the realization he had been staring at the male wolf’s gear, he looked up and was met by the wolf’s muzzle sniffing at his face.

The scent of fear faded as the human seemed to realize he didn’t intend to attack. The wolf even caught what he thought was a hint of arousal from the human, which was a perplexing reaction. The human looked up allowing the wolf to examine his mostly furless face. The wolf stilled as the human slowly raised a hand and began rubbing the side of the wolf’s neck. The feeling of fingers running through his fur was surprisingly pleasant.

Arthur couldn’t believe he was actually petting a wolf. It was mad, but he found himself captivated by the animal. The wolf’s fur was thick and coarse and he felt the powerful muscles that lay beneath. His feeling of vulnerability before the wolf made him want to get closer to the animal rather than pull away. When the wolf moved to nuzzle at his neck in return a shiver went down Arthur’s spine. The cold nose, warm breath and knowledge that he was at this wolf’s mercy was a thrill like none he’d ever experienced before.

The wolf smelled the human’s arousal spike as he pressed his muzzle into the side of the humans neck. He gave it a long lick tasting the salty skin and smelling the human’s arousal grow further. The wolf could feel a heat growing in his own loins spurred on by the human’s reaction. This encounter was quickly entering territory well beyond the young wolf’s experience, but it excited him to explore where this encounter would lead. His caution at approaching the human turned to confidence.

Confused thoughts swirled in Arthur’s mind, concerns about sexuality, morality, practicality. With an effort he suppressed them. He was out here to escape such considerations. He paused his petting to unbutton his shirt.

The wolf backed up a step to watch the human disrobe. He was fascinated to see the human shed these coverings and reveal more of his bare skin. The wolf moved in to lap at the salty skin and take in more of the human’s scent.

Arthur took the wolf’s head in his hands as the wolf nuzzled against his bare chest. He rubbed his hands through the fur around the wolf’s ears. His breath hitched at the feel of the cold nose against sensitive skin and let out a low moan at the feel of a broad warm tongue. He ran his hands from the wolf’s cheeks to his shoulders and back. His feelings of vulnerability before the wolf, which had thrilled him, had faded to a feeling of security. The wolf was powerful and dangerous, but not threatening.

Arthur put a hand on the wolf’s chest and lightly pushed him to backing away. Arthur rose to his feet so he could finish removing his clothes. Pulling off his boots and then stripping out of his pants and boxers he stood naked before the wolf. He shivered slightly in the cooling evening air, or perhaps it was the intense gaze of the wolf regarding him with something akin to hunger.

Some part of the wolf’s mind was intrigued by the coverings the human had discarded but his curious nature was overridden by a growing primal need. He stepped forward and pressed his muzzle firmly into the human’s crotch inhaling deeply. The scent was making him feel things even the scent of a female in heat hadn’t done. Later he would wonder about this but now his growing arousal drove his actions.

The wolf ran his broad hot tongue over the human’s balls and then up the length of his erect shaft. The wolf heard the human let out a groan and feeling encouraged game him another strong stroke with his tongue. As his tongue past over the tip of the human’s cock he tasted what he assumed was precum. It was much thicker and viscous than his own and slightly salty.

Arthur moaned as the wolf gave him another slow long lap of his wonderfully hot tongue. Any of his inhibitions at the situation were lost in a haze of lust. Arthur reached out and took the wolf’s head in his hands and pressed himself against the wolf’s muzzle as he was licked yet again. It felt amazing but Arthur needed more. He put a hand on the wolf’s muzzle to hold him still and used his other hand to guide is cock into the wolf’s steamy maw.

The wolf was caught completely off guard by the other male’s actions. Licking another's genitals was normal to the wolf but to have a cock slipped into his mouth was beyond anything instinct or experience had prepared him for. He still had an idea of how to respond as the other male slowly thrust his member in and out of his muzzle. He pressed his tongue against the underside of the cock pressing the cock head against his ridged pallet. From the human’s sounds and increased pace, the wolf thought he was figuring out this odd human behavior.

Arthur was getting close. The wolf was working his shaft with his tongue, and the ridges of the wolf’s pallet stimulated the head of his cock. He gasped every time his member was lightly scraped by the wolf’s canines. Arthur’s thrusts quickened and the wolf seemed to understand what was coming as he used his strong tongue more forcefully. The increased stimulation sent Arthur over the edge, and he pushed himself as deep into the wolf’s muzzle as he could, shuddering as he shot strings of ropy cum into the wolf’s throat.

The wolf growled low in satisfaction as he tasted the other male’s strangely thick cum. It coated the back of his tongue and slide down his throat. The wolf easily drank down everything the other male had to give, savoring the new flavor. The panting human spent the last of his seed and withdrew his softening member. The wolf noted that, while the other male’s thrusting had lasted quite a while, his orgasm was quite brief, as he licked his chops and regarded the human. The new experience had distracted him from his own need but it hadn’t abated. Rather, the scent and taste of the other male’s orgasm had banked the flames of the wolf’s lust to a blaze.

Arthur staggered back from the wolf. He felt weak in the knees after, what must have been, the most powerful orgasm of his life. He tried to catch his breath as he looked up at the wolf and froze. Arthur was reminded he was dealing with a wild animal as he met the wolf’s demanding stare. He wasn’t afraid the wolf would hurt him intentionally, but he wasn’t at all sure he was prepared for what was to come. Arthur swallowed nervously as he walked to his small tent with the wolf on his heel.

The wolf was pleased when the other male assumed a familiar posture inside his odd den. The wolf stepped behind other male who seemed much smaller down on all fours. He could smell the other male’s nervousness but this at least was something he instinctual knew how to handle. He pressed his muzzle into the crack of the human’s strange tailless backside and began to lap hungrily at the other male’s hole.

Arthur had begun to reconsider what he was doing. He had no lube. The wolf was big. And while he was no virgin, it had been a long time. But he had come much to far to back out now. Lost in his doubt, he gasped in surprise when the wolf’s cold nose pressed into the top of his crack, and his hot tongue lapped firmly against his anus.

It was working. The wolf could sense the other male’s apprehension fade and his arousal return. The other male groaned as the wolf continued his ministrations. Satisfied, the wolf let his instincts guide him again as he mounted the human. The space in the odd den was cramped, but there was just enough room for the two of them. His front paws gripped the other male’s hips firmly, holding him in place. The tip of his tapered cock protruded from his creamy sheath as his light thrusts sought the opening his tongue had prepared. When he felt his tip catch, he thrust forward sinking his member into his mate.

The thin and rigid cock penetrated Arthur easily, and, without hesitation, the wolf started humping him with a wild fervor. The cock inside him quickly swelled in size, and each jackhammering thrust put more and more pressure on his prostate. Within seconds, Arthur could feel the wolf’s knot growing as it slipped in and out of him with every thrust. Then it caught inside him as the wolf attempted to withdraw. The thrusts became even shorter and faster, and the cock fully inflated inside Arthur. The feeling was utterly overwhelming. It wasn’t even pain, but a feeling of fullness of depth and girth beyond anything he had ever experienced. A part of him was panicking; it was too much. But the wolf’s mating grip held him tight and after a while Arthur could feel his body begin to adjust to the wolf’s size. As the overwhelming feeling eased, he became aware of the rhythmic pulsing of the cock, as shot after shot of seed was deposited deep inside him.

The wolf’s eyes were half lidded as his orgasm washed over him. There wasn’t room in his mate’s den for him to dismount and turn so he settled for resting his paws on his mate’s shoulders, and hanging his head next to his mate’s, panting heavily. The tightness that wrapped around his knot was pure bliss, but he thought his mate was struggling a bit with his size. That was normal for a wolfess’s first time. So hoped it would be the same for his unusual mate, and that he would handle it easier next time.

Arthur had no idea how much time had passed. The feeling of the large throbbing cock lodged inside him was now pleasant as his body became accustomed to its size. The warm body resting on top of him gave him a strong sense of comfort and security. The wolf was wild, and, for some twist of fate, had wandered into Arthur’s camp and chosen him.

Eventually, Arthur felt the wolf shift and pull out of him, dismounting. There was a sharp pang as the knot came free, but his abused anus was quickly soothed by the lapping of the wolf’s tongue. Arthur felt exhausted from the intense experience and having to bear the wolf’s weight for so long. He was thankful he had spared his knees by kneeling on his sleeping bag instead of the bare ground. He allowed himself to collapse onto his side, totally spent. The last thing he was aware of, before consciousness left him, was the now familiar feeling of the wolf’s warm furry mass settling next to him.

The wolf lay down feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. For weeks he had been restless. A growing need he hadn’t understood drove him to wander in a fruitless search to alleviate it. But his curiosity had brought him here, to his mate. The thing he had been searching for without knowing. And what a mate he was, so bizarre, so beyond the wolf’s comprehension. As the wolf drifted of to sleep his curiosity burned to understand his mate and his kind.