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Luke rolled the silver coin from his index to his pinkie then slid it back up to his index with his thumb. He was waiting on the leather seat of his wagon, the same wagon his father had given him, even had the same beat-up rain cover in back. Two hours had passed and he was late. All because the Trademasters' guild was up his ass, again.

Got your registration? Can't let you go yet, Luke. I have to check your registration. His father owned the damn guild. If Luke couldn't go, it was because he wouldn't let him. And he knew why - he knew exactly why!

He was stuck here, sitting in the wagon depot, because dear old fucking daddy wanted Luke and his eight brothers to be in the family business of ripping people off and Luke wasn't like that. Didn't matter though because he was almost done. Once he paid his debt, then he'd run to Kalaster, a city on the west coast and do what he wanted.

“The guild wants another twenty-five hundred copper for the registration," the caravan master smirked. Gods damn him -- this was just another ploy to screw him out of more years of his life.

“Do I have a choice?"

“I'll write that you're good for another loan." The guy turned and walked away.

Luke aimed his middle-finger right at his back like a crossbow ready to fire. He sat there and watched the guy turn the corner, disappearing into whatever crack of hell he was from. How am I gonna get out of this? He wondered as he leaned back into the leather wagon seat. Even if the old man croaked, his brothers were just as bad, if not worse.

A furry creature weaved between the wagons of the caravan barn. He could see it from where he was sitting - two pink triangles, framed in gray, peeking over a far wagon. One of the slaves maybe? - Two guardsmen charged in, swords drawn and furious looks plastered across their faces.

An escaping slave.

Luke jumped up, the wagon creaking and rocking. They glanced to him. “A gray canine's just went that way. Out that door!" He cried and the two ran out the side entrance.

Two suspicious eyes under the pink triangles lifted up and met his. There weren't too many abolitionists in this city and Luke wasn't really for it one way or another. Just that he held a particular view:

“Fuck the guild."

“Are you going to help me?"

Luke had seen a few wolves in his life. Big, burly, and if you got one mad, it'd shred you into bloody ribbons. They could also be dangerously smart and most cities held a kill on sight policy for escapees instead of the usual beating most canines got. This one was naked, a collar hung heavy around his neck, and he was wearing muscle like a set of armor. You could tell from the lashings, he wasn't the kind of canine that took orders.

Luke motioned with his head to the back of the cart, “Better get in back before they backtrack." Jumping down Luke peeled back the leather cover. “Gonna be tight."

“I want to see the forest again." He said passing by and climbing in.

What the hell was he doing? He could get away with lying to the guards. They were in guild's pocket, the whole lot of them, but to aid a slave? They had an iron cage for people who did that. Not enough space to lie down and your legs dangled. Maybe they'd put a brazier under your feet to let them cook slowly in the heat, they did stuff like that all the time.

Luke shuddered at the thought, “I have to get the horse." He stepped out the same way as the guards. They were combing the alleys for him, joined by two others, and he could've flagged them down. His gut was shrieking at him to do it. Turn him in, claim a nice reward – hell, he could probably pay off his debt – and leave. Yet, when the guardsmen came to him while he was leading a horse to his cart, he shook his head. No, sir. I haven't seen a half-naked wolfman running around. I know what happens to idiots who help them escape. It's the iron cage and charred feet!

They believed him and he was glad the wolfman knew to keep silent as he hooked up the horse and they took off. Luke kept his eyes on the small street, the flood of people pushing through and around one another like water and river rocks. Tightening his grip on the reins and tugging, he slowed the cart and yelled for them to move, motioning vigorously with his hand. One of the people turned and glared and he threw them the finger. They responded in kind and finally, Luke broke through. What a bunch of assholes, he thought as he reached the lowered gates of the city.

“Heading out, it'll be night-time soon."

“I'm well aware. Blame the guild, they held my registration."

“Well, I have to search your cart."

Oh. Shit. Luke had never played the role of indignant rich-boy. It wasn't his thing to lord his wealth or even to mention it. To him, it was some sort of a curse. “Excuse me?" He feigned insult. “You dare to touch my cart? Do you know who the hell I am?"

“There was a slave-"

“I don't fucking care. I'm late for picking up my goods in Vinefelt and I'll be damned if you make me more late."

“It's a wolf."

“I don't care if it's the king's virgin daughter off to be assfucked. You touch my stuff and I'll make sure you only see through the bars of an iron cage. They'll char your feet until they're coals! Understand?"

The guard swallowed hard and stepped back. “He's good, let him through. It's Lord Patron Delcaster's son."

The gates slowly rose, the mechanism cranking and complaining, and once it hit half way, Luke flicked the reins and they were off into the sunset. Free and clear of the city, but he wondered if they'd figure out the wolf had escaped with him. He could go back – no, he couldn't. The wolf didn't deserve it and his escape hurt the guild. Took weeks to have someone capture a new wolf and even longer to tame. Most resisted, though, like this one.

“We have to wait until dark for me to let you out." He called and he heard a muffled response.

They were half way to Vinefelt and the sun was just hanging on to the horizon about to slip under. The wind was rustling the trees of the forest and he could hear a longing growl rise from behind. Poor thing, this was probably torture for him. Luke led the horse and wagon off to a side path, one he'd used many times, and set up camp. The wolf waited patiently and Luke stoked the fire and nervously rolled the coin between his fingers. He wanted him to go as much as he wanted to go and when night fell, he opened the tarp and the wolf crawled out.

The first thing he did was inhale the earthy scent of the leaves and gaze up into the trees, the wild animals running about the branches in the dark. This close to him, Luke could see every muscle roll with his fluid movements. He was all predator. Then his eyes turned to Luke.

“You're free." Luke sat down next to the fire.

The wolfman followed, the firelight sparkling in his eyes and drawing Luke's toward them. “I know."

Why wasn't he taking off? “So, what'll you do?"

“Run around. Survive out here for a while."

“What about family? Won't you go back to them?" They hunted in packs, Luke thought. They were usually part of a larger group of them, roaming around.

“Too far, and they will not take me. They will think I brought humans and kill me, fleeing later."

“You'd," Luke paused looking up in the sky. “You'd rather just live out here until you die, right? Being free?"

“Yes." He practically barked it.

Luke frowned slightly, a mix of sadness and envy. The wolf went quiet. They both sat there for a few silent minutes.

“If I leave will you be fine?"

“Huh?" Luke looked over to him. “Yeah."

“Ye-ah?" The wolf tilted his head. The word was difficult to pronounce with his flopping tongue.

“Yes, I'll be fine. No one knows that I'm with you."

The wolf went back to the fire. “Your scent is nice, like a field after a thunderstorm," he poked it. “When you speak, it changes. It smells like sadness."

The wolf could read him well. Out there was freedom for him. Luke would finish this run, another hundred, and his father would find some new way to extort him to work longer. The family business needs you whether you want it or not! No, you can't go out and be a bard. Some sort of singer... You know how they get their high voices? They get fucked in the ass like girls. Is that what you want?

No, Dad.

If I find you doing that, I'll strip you of your name and everything.

Maybe he should do that. Just find a thick, dripping cock and shove it up his ass and let it unload. He had already had one in his mouth. It was his canine servant Val and Val could shoot a lot. Luke had never let him mount but a prostitute had told him about how good it felt “to spread for another guy, but it'll hurt a little. 'Less you can get a lick-down first."

A deep sniff pulled him from his thoughts, the wolf was closer now. He turned to face him. “There was a female human that came into my stall. It was late and she smelled like you do now. She did things with-" the wolf struggled to find the word, “between my legs. I never felt things like that. Warm and wet."

Was the wolf still getting closer? He put his hand in the thick fur of his chest. “It's called arousal and what she did was called fucking."

The wolf's paw seized his wrist, yanking on it and bringing Luke closer to his musky fur. His black nose inhaled along his neck. “Fucking." He growled and played with that word. Fucking. It sounded so primal and the act had felt so good. Nothing quite like it.

Luke's other hand lifted and the wolf snatched that one, too. “I want to fuck." He jumped up and held Luke's wrists, pulling him a few suffocating inches from his wolf nuts. He took some pride at showing them off, well groomed and ready for a complete drain, and it wasn't like Luke looked away. The orbs practically filled his vision and it was little hot down there, sweaty and musky.

“Smell them. Lick them."

Luke didn't have a problem with the smell of canine. Val's was different and a lot less stronger; either way, the wild scent made his heart drum against his chest because he knew what it meant. A hard, dripping cock that he needed to sneak out and suck. He let his tongue curl out and under the first furry ball, the fur was thinner here, and the soft flesh was hot. His saliva mixed with it and pieces of fur from it. Sweaty and masculine – this was a wolf, wolves were dangerous and you're sucking his cock! That nagging little voice wasn't going to take this from him. Opening his mouth a little wide, he drew one in and slurped in the other. Big and smooth, like two river rocks. The whole taste was like pure power.

Luke looked up at the cock. The head of the sheath began to grow as his cock came out. The tip was a light color but everything below was nothing but an angry searing red, with several purple veins zigzagging across the skin. A clear string built at the tip and stretched languidly, before dropping off on Luke's forehead.

“Lick. Give it a quick swipe." The wolf purred at him.

Just lick it? Oh, no. The canine in the barn had a surprise coming to him. It wasn't just Val he blew back then but most of the other species in his father's palatial manor. Breakfast in the morning, horse dick on the side, then canine until night.

Luke was on his knees, “I need a hand"

The wolf moved his wrist into his other palm, reaching down and guiding his throbbing cock towards Luke's inviting lips, and they opened for his tip.

The wolf hissed in pleasure, placing his hand on his Luke's head. A dominant growl escaped his lips, a reminder of what could happen if he did anything horrible down there. The human disregarded him, his lips sliding over his shaft with a practiced ease, even with his hands held above his head. Bobbing on it to coax it out wasn't hard and few rolls of the neck left and right had his lips swirling around his length. The paws around his wrist had weakened from pleasure.

Cradling the cock in his mouth, Luke's mouth lowered down until the monster's cock leveled out, lined up for one perfect dive. He let his lips hang open sucking in air around the tip, and then he went down on it, every choking inch. The wolf let out a lustful cry and his palm came to rest on Luke's head. As he kissed his knot, Luke thought about the shaft in his mouth. He could feel it squirting a little a pre. The canine above him huffing and waiting for him to give him more and he didn't disappoint as he started to bob his head on it until his neck hurt and lips throbbed. The thought of being out of practice flashed in his mind.

The wolfman grasped his shoulder flipping him around and Luke crashed on the ground. He fell on his hands and knees, and tried to crawl but the wolf grabbed him, yanking him back. A claw tore through his cotton pants, his ass exposed.

“No, wait!" At first, it felt like a wet palm spreading spit, then it focused on his hole, painting saliva across it until thin rivulets of spit ran down his cheeks. They way it played with the curves and bumps of his hole, it had to be his tongue. He just lost himself to it, his whole body limp. His tight hole had stopped clenching and he even held it up willingly, arching his back and offering as much as he could.

The wolf growled at his submissive display. It made him feel stronger, like he had been before. He reached between the human's legs, feeling his balls, the smaller cock waving around. The human moaned and the wolf held a hidden smile. He was surprise how easy it was and he wondered what he needed to do to make the human quiver.

He pressed his lips a little harder against the puckering hole, his tongue going a little deeper. “Oh, fuck me." Luke groaned and the wolf's ears popped up at his favorite word. He pressed hard, bluntly penetrating his hole and leaving Luke squirming and crying out.

His tongue was drawn in, the hole squeezing rhythmically. It was unlike anything he'd imagined and that feeling, he imagined it on his cock and the pulse of the hole around it. He was hard in an instant, his maleness throbbing and dripping between his furry thighs. A cock with a thick bulb at the end. Lining up, he roughly grasped Luke's hips, and rubbed his sheath between his naked cheeks. It was gonna feel amazing, he thought and Luke's urging moans agreed. Grasping his cock, he pressed it against into the weak hole.

Luke threw back his head, crying up into the dark sky in ecstasy. The wolf's howl rose out of his lungs into the summer air, and once he recovered from plunging into the wet depths, he lightly bucked into his human. “Does it hurt?" As far as he could tell, his hole was pulling on him and devouring his precum.

“No," Luke gasped. “More. Fuck me."

The wolf kept the pressure on, his arms flexing to pull the human, and he speared into him, stopping and letting the hole stretch around him. The process was slow but he savored it. His insides were better than the girls, much tighter. The thing he loved most of all? This new mate of his was quite the moaner, he rocked his hips listening to him sing.

Both of them grunted as the last inch slid in, his knot stretching his backdoor a little. “Still good?" He ran his paws along the sides of the human. There were so many thoughts running in his head about this human, most of them about what he was going to do after this. Settling on an idea, he pushed the human forward, releasing himself from the tight depths, and the human made a sweet little gasp. Of course, he speared back inside him.

It was easier going in this time. For the past few years, the humans had bossed him around, beat him, and treated him like shit. Here was one of their own being taken by a wolf, if only all of them were like this. Pulled back. Pushed in deep. He watched himself work, really making sure to get in nice and deep every time. Pull. Push. He let out a low rumble as they moved a little faster, muffled thumps of furred thighs against a nice piece of ass. The human was leaning forward on his elbows, just taking it.

He spat on his paw, slicking his cock, and then really started fucking him. Drilling his ass and making him scream all sorts of swears, all of them drowning into a hot grunt or gurgling moan. Thing was, he wouldn't cum until his knot went in and so he kept on it, going deeper each time but the large knot would make him squirm and cry in pain.

His chest was heaving and he reached down between the human's legs, stroking his length.

“Don't I'll cum." Luke cried, “I'm so close, so god damn close."

“Yeah?"

Luke nodded and the wolf started again. His cock was shooting in and out like a jackhammer and the forest filled with their vulgar slaps and moans.

Luke felt their thighs slapping together. “Go all the way, just slam it in!" He cried, his teeth squeezing so hard he swore they would brake into porcelain shards. In his eyes bright starts rolled and fluttered and flitted about his vision. His hair was grabbed and his head yanked back to the side, and he found the wolf was over him. White teeth went down on his shoulder, clamping.

“AH! I don't have fur!" He cried as the mating bite was delivered. It felt only like a pin prick compared the current pain and the wolf couldn't hear him. No, the powerful orgasm awaiting him was screaming in his face for pausing and he had to tell himself not to push too quick, or he'd hurt his human. There were just two or so teasing inches until they where done. His cock hinted at how close he was, continuous rivulets of cum dripping down inside.

Letting go of his neck, the wolf snarled. It was time. His paws tightly gripped Luke's waist and slammed him back, trying to get his knot in. Slap. Slap. SLAP.

“Shit-oh-Shit." Luke cried out, fingers digging into the dirt. His eyes filled with colors, black with white lightening. It went in with a sound like a wine-bottle being uncork and swelled to twice its size. A throbbing and hot sensation started pouring into him, the wolf was gushing loads of cum. He could feel it, rushing, rolling over every fold inside him, and he leaned forward on his arms.

The wolf came down on top of him lapping at his neck, a deep affection in his eyes as his orgasm washed over him. Minutes passed for Luke and he was still hard. The massive knot throbbed against his prostate and his cum dripped off his pink head.

The wolf's orgasm had passed and he looked down at Luke, still leaning forward to the let his cum wash down as deep as possible. There was an order to things for a wolf. One male at the top, all others beneath him, and all suitable bitches for his cock. Yet, he liked this human more than he wanted to admit.

“Do you want... to fuck me?" He said and immediately lowered his tail over his hole.

Luke looked back; the wolf looked worried, he could tell. “You could use your maw, if you want."

The wolfman nodded, slipping his paws down the curve of Luke's spine and under his shirt. “What is your name, human?" All humans call themselves things.

“Luke...?"

“Luke." It was easy to say, like his new favorite word. “I want to keep you as my mate. We can stay together, ye-ah?" That word was still weird.

“People will think you're my slave."

He instinctively bucked into him, his knot shrinking. “You'll treat me right. Let me keep doing this?"

“Oh, yeah."

The wolf popped out his knot with a growl. “Then you have to claim me, too." His finger ran along his dripping cock and collected out his cum, reaching behind he lubed up his hole with a few slow strokes.

“Are you sure?" Luke said getting up on his knees behind the wolf, now on all fours, tail lifted up high.

“Yes."

Luke lined up his cock, pressing the tip against the cum-covered hole, and the wolf growled. “Don't worry. I'll be gentle." He whispered, lightly running his fingers through the rump fur.

Clutching his sides, he leaned forward and pulled the wolf into his crotch. He was significantly smaller, so he entered into that pink heaven with little trouble. It trembled around him, squeezing and pulling him in. Denying it by pulling out, Luke's face was a hot blush and the wolf had stopped growling, instead his tail was flicking back and forth. The movement causing his hole to tighten and release with each swing.

“Harder," the wolf huffed.

Luke clenched his teeth, the smell of the wolf's lust as strong as it was the first time kept him moving and thrusting. “I'm close." Luke muttered.

He was very close, his orgasm taking him by surprise as it mounted quickly and he cried with primal need much like the wolf had. They both were gazing up into the sky, their mouths open, loudly proclaiming their close 'friendship'.

One breathless, “Ah!", and it was over. Luke was shooting into the cavernous depths of the wolf, depositing a load where no one else had. His eyes closed as he rode the orgasm and the wolf started rocking back and forth on his fists and knees. The wet squicking noises of his loose hole around a nice cock was all that Luke could hear until the warm flood left his mind and he could think again. Their passions, as well as the fire, were now slow-burning embers, the after-glow lingering as they touched each other affectionately.

****

The man stepped into the tavern. Three throwing knives in a sash along his chest and one on his belt, he crossed over the slimy floorboards with his hand resting on his rapier. Sliding into the stool and ordering a drink, he pulled out a sliver coin flicking it between his fingers. The barkeep sat down his drink, a nice frothing beer, and he sat the coin down.

Beside him was another man, a man whose face had been plastered on wanted dead-or-alive boards across the region. A beard long and gray with pieces of dried egg hanging in it, under eyes that held a heavy sadness. He had killed his family for a few copper in a nearby town and ran like a coward with his tail between his legs. An easy picking for a bounty-hunter, especially one so new to the game, and he turned to see the other man's eyes.

“Come to get me, finally?" The older man asked, setting down the beer he'd been nursing on for the past hour.

“Yeah," the wolf, dressed in black leather armor from head, toe and to his tail said. He crossed his arms and stood in front of the door.

“That's Kit, a good friend of mine. So, I gotta ask by the way you're on the edge of your seat - are you going to run?"

The wolf's ears jumped up. “I like it when they run, Luke." He smiled with a wolf's trade-marked grin, a mix of raw violence and lethal play. “Run for me."