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Qadir breathed heavily as he trudged along the mountain range, his legs struggling to move through the waist high snow and slush. Water had long ago filled his boots and frozen from the sheer cold of the environment. His white robes were soggy and stiff from the wet snow as well. The cleric shivered in his clothing and lamented his low mana, spent from fighting the monsters that dared live in such harsh conditions.

The cleric was on a journey of introspection and reflection. He served the divine goddess of light, raised since birth to follow in her holy radiance. His belief in the Radiant Lady was as firm as a blade’s steel. But even steel will rust over time. Therefore, Qadir found himself needing to reaffirm his faith through a journey to find the light. This had eventually led him to the mountains of Alcrodan.

A blast of wind caused the cleric to stumble and fall face first into the snow. The sudden cold on his face caused him to shake as his nerves went into shock. Thinking quickly, the cleric unleashed a burst of mana to warm himself up. The last of his mana was drained to use that magic. A sigh left his lips and he stood up tall, making sure to balance himself so he didn’t fall once more. Howling gusts drew his attention to the sky and he grunted as dusk slowly gave way to night. Travel would become too dangerous when darkness fell. He needed shelter.

Luckily, Qadir noticed that a cave was nearby on the side of the mountain range. He thanked his goddess for her divine guidance and marched toward it with renewed vigor. Neither the darkness of night nor the cold could prevent him from reaching this small ray of hope. Eventually, the cleric reached the mouth of the cave, bursting out of the snow into the open space. He panted from the exertion and stepped further into the cave to find a spot to rest.

Relief flooded Qadir’s system as he fell to his side against the side of the cave. His drenched clothing felt heavy and the pack on his pack felt like stones weighing him down. Using what strength he had left in his body, the man removed the heavy pack and got to work sorting out his supplies. Moments later he came to the conclusion that he was of course short on them. All he had left was a day's worth of rations and some water to last him through the night.

For a human man like Qadir, he wouldn’t survive the trip down the mountain range if he couldn’t replenish his mana. The cleric laid against the side of the wall and prayed to his goddess for her guidance. He hoped his faith would deliver him the answer he needed. Strangely enough, another divine being would answer him…

Claws. The indistinguishable sound of claws on stone met his ears. Qadir froze, realizing the error in his judgment. Exhaustion had prevented him from considering what creatures might already be living in the cave. Once again adrenaline flooded his system and he stood to his feet on shaken legs. He was already tired. So, so tired. His body wasn’t fully responding to his panicked commands as the sounds of claws drew closer. When the cleric realized he didn’t have the strength to escape, he steeled his resolve and grabbed the warhammer beside his pack. If he would die, then he would do so fighting for the goddess of light.

Tense moments passed as the sound of claws grew loulder and louder. Qadir swayed in place, doing everything he could to stay standing. A pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness, startling the cleric who almost dropped his weapon in surprise. Low growling echoed against the cave’s walls and reverberated through Qadir’s body. He shuddered as the beast stepped out of the shadows, causing him to gulp and take a step back from shock.

What stood before Qadir was a werewolf with pure white fur. Its body appeared as the snow itself, the massive physique filling the cave with its presence. The wolf growled and the cleric’s will was almost broken then and there. An Alpha Werewolf, a frost variant at that. They boasted incredible resistance to the cold and vicious physical might. To find one alone in such a dangerous place and without a pack meant many different things. But its incredible size was an immediate indicator that this was no normal beast.

Qadir was so lost in thought and fear that he didn’t realize the beast had continued its approach. When he did notice it was far too late. The creature was looming over him, forcing the terrified cleric to crane his neck just to see its face. Another growl rumbled in the monster’s chest and Qadir’s whole body shook with the sound. Even though he was deeply afraid, the man didn’t want to die knowing he stood quaking like a coward. He tightened his grip on his warhammer until his knuckles went white. With a mighty cry, the cleric pulled his weapon back and swung it forward with all of his remaining strength.

The werewolf didn’t even need to exert an ounce of strength to catch the warhammer in his hand. Qadir was just too exhausted from his journey to put up even a tiny amount of struggle. Seeing his weapon now in the enemy’s hand, he tried to pull it back. But he was so tired that he fell backwards onto his rear and began panting. The wolf snorted and tossed the weapon aside before crossing its arms. “Pathetic. Did you really think you could even harm me in your current state? Though I will admit, I like that fire.”

No response came from Qadir, his body too tired to act and his mind unable to come up with a response. The cold was weighing down on him severely. Seeing the cleric’s apparent exhaustion, the werewolf rolled his eyes and reached down. Qadir assumed he was about to die and sent a quick mental prayer to his goddess. While his life had been short, at least he would be welcomed into her embrace. But instead of a claw to the throat like he was expecting, he was instead lifted by his torso and flung over the monster’s shoulder. Confusion prevented him from acting as the werewolf took him deeper into its den.

A few moments later Qadir found himself in an open space deep within the cave. It was surprisingly warm here, heat seeping into his veins to help combat the biting cold. His body relaxed into the wolf’s hold as he relished the warmth. The werewolf in question snorted as he felt the cleric go lax. “Getting comfortable? I’m not letting you in for free you know. I want something in return.”

Questions popped up in Qadir’s mind. But he was unable to ask any of them as he was dropped onto a soft pile. He looked down and gently grasped the warm fur he was laying on. The pile wasn’t that big, it was mostly wide. Wide enough to fit the alpha werewolf’s large frame in fact. Before he could investigate further, the wolf himself leaned down and suddenly grabbed his robes.

“The goddess of light huh? Tch. Someone like you would follow such a deity I suppose.” Qadir took offense to the wolf’s words. How dare this impudent beast insult the radiant maiden! “Hold your tongue, mutt! The lady’s benevolence shines across the world like-""Like the rays of the golden sun yeah yeah whatever.” Being interrupted while speaking about his divine lady further infuriated Qadir. But his rage quickly turned to shock and embarrassment as the werewolf tore his robe off, literally. The fabric was shredded easily with a single stroke of the frost wolf’s claws.

“W-what are you doing!?” Qadir shouted in dismay. The wolf paid him no heed, even as the cleric started struggling with the little strength the warmth had granted him. “Taking what I want of course. Knowing you follow that dumb goddess has given me an excellent idea for how you’re going to repay me. I’m gonna show you what’s great about MY god.” As the wolf spoke, the cleric’s shirt and the remains of his robe were both torn off his body. He raised a hand to try and shove the wolf back. But his arm was swiftly grabbed and pinned to the fur covered ground beside him. The wolf laughed at his attempts to fight back.

The next item of clothing to go was Qadir’s pants. The werewolf hooked his claw onto the belt loop and dragged it downward. Blood was drawn as the claw cut the cleric’s leg while he struggled. Qadir yelped in pain and decided it was better to hold still. Ripping the rest of the pants off of him was easy for the monstrously strong wolf. Soon, the man was left in only his soaked boots and underwear, a heavy blush adorning his face.

Seeing the werewolf slowly lick his fangs sent a shiver down Qadir’s spine. He could see the beast’s cock pushing out of its sheath as well. His eyes widened at the sight of it, for multiple reasons. The first was that the beast’s intentions were now clear, waving away any doubt Qadir had in his mind. As for the second… This werewolf was huge. Massive in fact. It’s cock already dwarfed Qadir’s in size and it wasn’t even fully out of its sheath! He gulped, afraid of what was to come. Yet also… Strangely aroused. His faith demanded his attention, leaving the cleric no time to indulge in physical pleasures. The thought of being taken by such a dominant male stirred a foreign feeling in the man’s loins.

The inner chamber of the cave was already warm. But Qadir was beginning to feel hotter than ever before in his life. He panted as the wolf chuckled deeply. It was a low and tremendous sound. Akin to thunder building strength in the distance. Far enough to not burst one’s ears, yet close enough to send tremors down their spine. Warmth continued to consume the man as his cock stirred within its confinements. Witnessing the human succumb to the heat and desire brought a rather sinister smirk to the wolf’s face. This would be fun.

“Well then, follower of the Radiant Lady. Have you ever heard of the Wild One?” The wolf’s claw gently traced Qadir’s belly, never applying enough pressure to pierce the flesh. The human shivered and panted harder. His lightly muscled and soft body reacted intensely to the sensations. The wolf’s touch was more pleasurable to the man than he would like to admit. “I-I have. The god who presides over nature, and… and virility. He is married to the All Mother.”

Qadir’s response made the wolf nod in affirmation. “Correct. And do you know why I’ve mentioned the god of nature?” The claw moved downward and gently began stroking Qadir’s hip as the wolf asked his question. The man was shivering with pleasure, now fully hard in his undergarments. His cock throbbed against the fabric, leaking a small amount of precum.

“Ngh… t-the Wild One grants strength to… to beats and monsters h-he deems worthy. I’m assuming you have, o-oh gods… have received his blessing.” A low rumble left the wolf as he laid chest to chest with Qadir. Hot breaths warmed the man even more and drew another whimper from him. “Very good,” the wolf said with that same smirk on his face.

Now that both males were in such an intimate position, Qadir could feel the extreme heat leaving his captor’s body. It warmed him to his core as the furred body covered him. The werewolf’s cock laid directly on top of his. He could feel how much bigger the wolf was. The alpha exuded masculinity and virility, his fat and throbbing dick more than double Qadir’s in size.

The man felt so ashamed, to be humiliated in such a way by a monster was a severe blow to his pride. Not to mention the huge and hot testicles pressing against his rear. Qadir couldn’t even remember when he had raised his legs for the beast. His boots were also gone now too, exposing his feet to the heat of the room. Why was he acting like this? Like a common whore looking for a man to breed them silly!? But he couldn’t help it. His need was too great, and every sensation felt so good. The monster had him right where it wanted him.

The werewolf let out a low and commanding growl. Qadir outright whimpered and shook from the noise alone, another squirt of pre leaving his cock. The beast leaned back and grabbed onto his legs. It pulled the cleric back a bit and the man’s eyes widened as he saw just how massive its dick was. The wolf was already far bigger than him in general size. But the dick currently on his crotch and belly was a monster of its own. Qadir’s eyes widened and he looked back up at the wolf’s face. It wouldn’t possibly try to impale him on that would it?

A sinister smirk was all the cleric received in answer. The werewolf was most certainly going to fuck him with it. Qadir audibly whined.

Hearing the fear in the cleric’s voice made the wolf shiver in anticipation. He reached down and hooked his claw in the man’s undergarments, staring him in the eyes as he did so. “Don’t worry little human. First I’ll claim you as mine. Then, I’m going to make you worship my god instead of that glorified firefly. That’s when you’ll know what it’s like to serve a REAL deity.” The werewolf then ripped off Qadir's last bit of clothing with ease.

Both males moaned as their cocks made contact in the heat of the cave’s chamber. Each could feel their desires flare, the need for release rising. Still, Qadir was concerned. Worship the Wild One? He didn’t have anything against the deity, however, his faith toward the Radiant Lady was absolute. Nothing could possibly stray him from her illuminated path… right? Such thoughts were pushed out of his mind as the werewolf let out a long moan. A green glow could be seen from below the wolf’s cock. The cleric had to crane his neck to the side to see the source.

Glowing symbols were drawn onto the werewolf’s balls, a tangible form of the Wild One’s blessing. To receive a blessing from a deity was an incredible feat. Just how had the white furred werewolf achieved this? Regardless, Qadir had previously seen the symbol on the front of its balls somewhere during his studies. This specific symbol was used to enhance stamina and reduce the refractory period. It seemed this would be a long night for both of them. He couldn’t see the symbol on the back of the wolf’s massive testicles. But he knew he would figure it out later.

“Admiring me are you now? Don’t worry human, I’ll fuck you good in just a moment.” Qadir shivered at the werewolf’s words and looked at the cock actively drooling precum onto his stomach. The thought of such a thing going inside him was terrifying. Would he even be able to take it? His dick pulsed again and the man had to suppress a moan. “B-but it won’t fit. Please, y-you can’t do this to me.”

Claws trailed along the side of Qadir’s torso and he tried to restrain his shaking as they drew a tiny amount of blood. “Shut it slut. I’ll make it fit, don't worry. But if you’re really so concerned about me fucking you open like a bitch in heat, why don’t we make things easier with some lube?” The man was confused. Lubricant? It was impossible for the wolf to have any. There was also no way he would bring such a lewd item on his divine quest! So where would they get this lube?

“Where do you- MMPH!?” An answer was provided before the question could even be asked. The werewolf had lunged its hips forward just as Qadir had opened his mouth to speak. Hot werewolf cock was now filling the man’s mouth to the brim. Such an intense smell forced itself into his nostrils and he had no choice but to breathe it in. The smell was earthy and thick, filling his nose with a far more pleasant than normal sting. And the taste, oh divines the taste. How could a werewolf’s cock taste so good? The warmth filled his entire body as his mouth was stuffed with a dominant alpha’s dick.

With his arms pinned down by the werewolf’s legs Qadir had no choice but to begin sucking. He was no fool, he understood his role in this mating and the duties that came with it. His tongue gently licked the underside of the monster’s cock, slowly circling around it and exploring it with his tongue. The werewolf growled, enjoying the treatment but clearly wanting more. A hand at the back of his head was all the warning Qadir received before the wolf thrusted.

Sloppy noises of depraved intimacy echoed through the chamber as the werewolf facefucked Qadir. He started at a slow pace, allowing the man beneath him to adjust to the sensation of his mouth being filled. But over time the wolf’s thrusting became deeper, faster, and louder. The poor cleric between the humanoid wolf’s legs was struggling to hang on. This was his first sexual experience and it was with a monster who could break him if it so wished. The huge cock now pounding against the entrance to his throat made it difficult to concentrate on breathing. What little breaths he could take were filled with the werewolf’s dominant musk. He couldn’t even think to pray to his goddess anymore, all mental power concentrated on taking the wolf’s dick.

“Hey, you’re not so bad human! How are you holding up?” Qadir tried to answer the question with an angry remark. But all he could do was moan and gag on the werewolf’s cock. Vibrations traveled along his throat and onto the wolf’s phallus, causing it to moan. Pleasure raced through its spine and it thrusted forward without thinking. The wolf dick was stuffed deeper into the cleric’s throat, filling him with its warmth. His lips made contact with a bulb at the base of the dick and his eyes widened in realization. Of course the werewolf would have a knot.

All of Qadir’s thoughts were suddenly devoted to focusing on breathing as the werewolf pulled its hips back. A sudden and forceful thrust forced the entire cock back into his throat, save for the knot at the end. Once more the wolf pulled back and again thrusted forward. The monster was beginning to build a fast and rough rhythm of fucking Qadir’s face. The man moaned and whimpered, No longer struggling but instead accepting his position. In addition, his pulsing cock signaled just how much the human was beginning to enjoy the rough treatment.

Plap plap plap, each thrust was accompanied by the sound of gagging and the wolf’s balls smacking Qadir’s face. Muffled moaning from the cleric could barely be heard among the werewolf’s ragged grunts and panting. The glow emitting from the symbols on the wolf’s balls grew stronger the longer the two fucked. The cleric was unable to think about the implications of that, too focused on the alpha’s scent and the cock wrecking his throat. His eyes began to emit a slight green glow. Seeing this, the wolf smiled and decided it was time to start the real fun.

After a few more thrusts the werewolf pulled out of Qadir’s mouth with a grunt. The man was left panting and wheezing, trying to recover from the brutal throatfuck. He was so occupied by regain control over his breathing that he didn’t notice the werewolf’s movements. A clawed hand roughly grabbed The cleric’s asscheek and he let out a startled shout. His gaze fell on the werewolf who was positioned behind him, its throbbing cock dangerously near his ass. “W-WAIT!” He yelled out in panic, afraid of that dick breaking him.

The werewolf rolled his eyes and snarled, “What is it now!? I’m trying to fuck you this isn’t some romantic evening dammit!” Thinking quickly, Qadir came up with an excuse to delay the inevitable further. “U-uh, I’m not lubed back there either, right? Won’t it still be difficult to get inside?” A few moments of tense silence passed by as the monster narrowed its eyes and stared at him. Qadir was already sweating but his nerves were out of control from the stare. Eventually the wolf rolled its eyes. “I know you’re stalling. But fine, whatever.”

Qadir breathed a sigh of relief at those words. But it quickly turned into a startled yelp as the werewolf pushed his legs forward, making his knees touch his chest. His ass was entirely exposed to the beast and his already heavy blush worsened. Wordlessly, the werewolf leaned down and stuck its tongue out. The wet and heavy appendage grazed against the outside of the cleric’s asshole. He whimpered loudly at the wet sensation and brought his hands to his mouth.

Saliva dripped down the inside of Qadir’s asscheeks as the werewolf started rimming him. Pleasure flew through him in waves at the skilled tongue. Each lick applied a little more pressure than the last as the thick tongue dragged along the outer rim of his hole. The true bliss came when the wolf pushed its tongue against his asshole. Even though he clenched hard, the wolf easily pushed his inner walls apart and pushed into his most intimate area.

Qadir loudly gasped when the wolf touched a certain spot in his ass. A spurt of cum shot out of his cock and his hole clenched harder. The werewolf noticed all of this, even the way the man’s balls tensed when he shot was noticed and remembered. It chuckled in amusement and sent vibrations through the man’s body with its deep voice. Qadir was a shuddering mess as the werewolf upped its game, pulling its tongue out and sliding it back in. The scent of male intimacy had thoroughly filled the room as both males gave into their desire.

Suddenly, the glow in Qadir’s eyes doubled in brightness and his breath caught. This feeling… he had felt it before. When he had been blessed in the Radiant Lady’s light. Was this his goddess’s divine presence? Had she come to save him from this vicious werewolf?

No. Another god had set their gaze on him.

Warmth far more intense than anything Qadir had experienced before suddenly flooded his system. It concentrated on his stomach as magical energy was forced onto his body. A symbol began etching itself onto his stomach. Magical energy mixed with divine power to form a permanent tattoo on his stomach.

The werewolf pulled its tongue out of Qadir’s ass and smirked. “There we go. Seems the Wild One has taken a liking to you human. Has the Radiant Lady ever given you a blessing like that?” The man could only look away in embarrassment. “That’s what I thought. Now come on, spread that ass. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

Qadir wanted to argue, to buy more time for himself so that he would be spared further humiliation. But to the man’s total shock, his body responded for him. His hands reached down and grabbed both of his soft asscheeks before spreading them apart. Glistening saliva surrounded his asshole as he presented it to the werewolf.

“W-what is this? My body is so warm.” The werewolf crawled forward, pressing the tip of his cock against the man’s prepared asshole. “That’s the Wild One’s blessing at work. Just accept it, my god will make sure you don’t break… too much. Now tighten that ass as much as you can. I wanna feel you squirm.”

The werewolf then pushed his hips forward, slowly pushing his cock into Qadir’s asshole. Heat instantly flooded the man’s system as he was stretched and filled. Everything about their mating so far had been hot, as if it were the only way to fight back the biting cold of the outside. Qadir was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he was thankful for the heat of their passion.

The monster had managed to stuff half of its cock inside the man before stopping. It snarled and clawed at the ground beside Qadir’s head. Saliva was dripping from its fangs onto the cleric below it. The alpha wolf layed another hand on its current prey’s shoulder, pushing the man further onto its dick.

Qadir moaned wildly, unable to form words as he was stretched out to his limits. His hands moved over to the werewolf’s arm by his head. He grabbed onto it with what strength he had in his body. Whimpers and moans left the man in a constant stream as the werewolf pulled his hips away and pushed back inside. He felt the monster push deep inside him with every thrust. Spurts of precum filled him and made every thrust faster and deeper. The increasing pressure was a clear sign that more of that massive cock was being pushed inside of him.

A fascinating sight greeted Qadir as he looked downward at his stomach. He could see the faint outline of the werewolf’s cock pressing against belly. The glowing tattoo on his stomach was reacting as well, becoming brighter whenever the monster’s cock pushed inside. “O-ooohhhh gods, there’s so much. How are you fitting such a thing inside me?” The wolf didn’t respond, too focused on fitting as much of his breeding tool inside the man as possible.

Pleasure filled Qadir’s entire being as the werewolf’s knot pressed up against his asshole. So much dick was filling him, pressing against his stomach and making his tattoo glow. The man could barely feel his legs as the wolf grinded and pressed his knot against his ass. A particularly rough push caused both of them to moan out loud. Their glowing tattoos reached a fierce brightness and suddenly the werewolf lost control.

A loud snarl was immediately followed by a loud moan as the werewolf pulled its hips back and shoved them forward. Qadir’s legs quaked and shuddered as he lost feeling in them from the rough motion. He was given no chance to recover as the wolf pulled back again and leaned over him before thrusting harder than before. A rough pace began to form, the monster quickly pulling out of the man before pushing back inside until its knot met his hole. One slap after another was soon accompanied by the smacking of the wolf’s balls against its prey’s ass.

There was no love in their mating, no tender care or gentle compassion. No, this was a fuck, fough and wild. The wolf was pounding away at Qadir’s rear for its own pleasure, wrecking him with a charged vigor. Precum and saliva made the fucking smooth for the most part. But there was still plenty of resistance that made the experience better for both of them. The furs underneath their ruttering became wet with the fluids as well. Though neither of them paid attention as they reveled in their sex.

The werewolf was losing restraint. It bit down on Qadir’s shoulder as it pounded him, clawing at his hip with its other hand. A light amount of blood was drawn, not enough to be concerned about. In fact, the man moaned louder as he was marked by the bigger beast. He felt claimed and dominated by the divine beast. His mind was fully emptied of the Radiant Lady’s influence, now focusing on how well this follower of the Wild One was ruining him. And how much he wanted it to continue.

Shifting its grip on the human, the werewolf pushed the man’s leg further forward. Qadir’s mind was becoming blank from the pleasure of being manhandled and railed by the monster. His hole was stretching wide now with every thrust inside his vulnerable hole. Tears of absolute joy streamed down his cheeks as he moaned his bliss for the wolf to hear. The knot was slamming against his ass, threatening to slip inside with each thrust.

Finally it happened. The knot slipped halfway inside Qadir’s rear with a particularly hard thrust. With a bit of grinding and pushing, the rest slipped in as well. The cleric came instantly as he became tied to the werewolf. Spurts of white seed shot out of his cock and painted his stomach. Some got onto the monster’s chest as well, though it didn’t notice as it tried to contain its growing climax. “No… I’m not done yet. I’m gonna make you beg for the Wild One!” The wolf was no longer focused on a simple rut. It wanted to breed.

Qadir’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream as the wolf pulled back with all its might. The knot locking them together was roughly yanked out of the man’s hole, leaving it a gaping mess. It wasn’t empty for long before the alpha male shoved its cock back in, knot and all. Qadir’s orgasm was forced to continue as his prostate was bashed.

Green fire suddenly erupted from the white werewolf’s eyes and its thrusting paused. Its massive cock was halfway trapped within the cleric, throbbing and leaking precum. The monster grabbed Qadir’s face and forced the cleric to look him in the eyes. “Seems like it’s time. Tell me slut, still want to follow your firefly? Or are you gonna take the better path and follow the Wild One?”

As much as Qadir didn’t want to come to terms with it, he already knew his answer. His belief in the goddess of light had already been shaken multiple times before his journey. But the god of nature? The Wild One had already granted him two blessings among the cold mountains. A divine mark to symbolize his new belief and the warmth of the monster currently breeding him.

With his resolve steeled, Qadir gave the werewolf his answer. “I’ll abandon my faith with the Radiant Lady. I’ll worship the Wild One with all my very soul. Please… how do I accept the god of nature? How do I allow him into me?” The werewolf gained a voracious smirk. The fur on its body changed from a brilliant white to an earthy brown. Its body grew as power surged through its entire being, even its cock and knot growing in size, much to Qadir’s pleasure. The monster leaned down to the cleric and licked its fangs. “You already have.”

The next thrust utterly ruined Qadir. His nerves were set ablaze as the monster cock filled him entirely. Green flames coursed through his body, not burning him but filling him with the nature god’s power. He could feel his muscles hardening and growing, fur began to sprout out of his entire body. His teeth shifted and altered in his mouth as it turned into a maw.

The realization dawned on Qadir as his transformation continued. This monster wasn’t blessed by the Wild One, it WAS the Wild One. A god had been residing in these mountains and it was fucking him like he was a cheap whore. Drool left the cleric’s now maw as the pleasure of his change took over. Surprisingly enough, his dick stayed human in shape. But it did grow to an impressive size.

The Wild One smiled as he saw his newest disciple transformed, deciding it was time to finish their rut. Qadir howled as his new god shoved his massive cock back into his ass. They began to mate once more, even more furiously than when Qadir was a human. The immaculate spreading of his hole occurred with shocking ease, every thrust abusing his prostate in the most wonderful of ways. He was fucked silly by his god, claw marks and bite marks covering his body as the deity claimed him.

Finally the Wild One came close to climax. His thrusting became erratic and his cock throbbed hard against Qadir’s inner walls. Sensing his deity’s closeness, the cleric threw his arms around the god. “Fuck me, god of nature! fill your follower with your essence, empty your seed deep within me! Please!” Hearing such begging caused the deity to reach his limit. He slammed hard and shoved his now enlarged knot back inside his fully transformed follower.

The god’s orgasm was truly something to behold. His cock pumped waves of cum inside the blissed out follower. Qadir couldn’t feel his legs, too focused on the incredible stretch of his bloating stomach to pay attention. Ropes of thick and virile seed pooled inside the cleric, his god’s balls churning and contracting as they emptied their essence. Qadir also reached another orgasm, shooting more of his load onto both him and his deity.

Moments later and both of the males were a panting, sweaty mess. The furs underneath them were torn and drenched. The Wild One chuckled and leaned down, holding Qadir in his embrace. The newly turned werewolf was too weak to hug back, yet that didn’t matter as he simply enjoyed the fullness of being filled with his deity’s seed. His hand slowly rubbed his stomach and he groaned at the feeling of his swollen belly. “T-thank you, Wild One. From now on, I shall devote my life to- AH!”

Qadir’s heartfelt statement was cut off as the deity pulled his knot out. Cum rushed out the no longer sealed hole and the cleric shuddered at the warm liquid leaving his belly. Once half the amount was out, the god shoved his entire cock back inside with a growl. “Shut up. I don’t want your words, I want your ass. I’m not done fucking you.”

What followed was a night of lust and pleasure for both the men. Qadir had found the god he wished to serve for the rest of his existence. And the Wild One had found a new cumdump for his pack of followers.