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His Wife Seduced

His Flesh Devoured

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Part one of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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Elves had not quite known what to make of the anthro wolves, not at first. One could have considered them a rougher kind of people at first, but they clearly and easily showed themselves to have equal intelligence at the bare minimum: a high order for any elf to admit. Yet elves themselves were not as intelligent as they liked to admit and, with the changing dynamics between elves and wolves in the world, their curiosity sometimes led them into new situations that may otherwise have passed them by.

Ladies in Elven society, however, were mostly in charge. A little taller, a little surer of themselves – everything about them led to an ease of being in charge. Dominance in the bedroom was typical, though they boasted all kinds of body types, some lean and sinewy like models and others more muscled and bulkier, showing off everything their bodies could do. They rose through the ranks in the workplace more swiftly than Elven men and, well, elvish men tended to be slimmer and softer… All around, they just had a lighter build and way of being.

And the wolves challenged that way of being, the females of the packs as prominent as the males, though that made sense with their strong physical prowess and abilities, their minds so quick that even the elves had to be impressed. Whereas elves tried to work with nature so as not to harm the world around them as society developed, wolf anthros lived off the land and, rarely, had any possessions that elves coveted. Material matters and money… They just didn't matter to the wolves, even as Elven women sought it – not to the point it dominated their lives, of course, but fineries and luxuries were simply a part of their life. Elven men got less of it, but that was just a factor of them earning less money as a general rule.

The wolves, however… The wolves changed everything as they merged more and more with Elven society, forcing them to confront ways of being they had never considered. Their affinity with nature, after all, was greater than what the elves had and their manner of conducting themselves in a predatory manner reminded the elves the wolves could never fully be trusted.

They were more carnal, feral even, rituals and rites at play – especially when they devoured meat. And they had a taste for elf meat too: only the males of the species, of course, that were of age, but that was more than enough to set some backs up against the wolves. There would always be written permission, usually from the elf's former female partner, regardless of their relationship, if not from the male themselves, though the loss of a life and giving back to nature…

It felt like something the Elven males should have been on board with and yet most still sought, rather fairly, not to end up in a wolf's jaws. They never saw the wolves devouring Elven males, of course, but the Elven ladies and males alike who left to join and live with the packs never returned.

Lena and Miles, a young Elven couple who had only recently married in the last few months, not even having reached their first anniversary, had dealt with wolves somewhat, though Lena found them more pleasant than Miles. She stood four inches taller than him with long, flowing blonde hair that she usually wore tied back, so her delicate facial features were not hidden, though her strength of spirit could not be denied either. She carried herself with an easy poise, commanding any room she was in, and, frankly, that was just one of many reasons Miles remained in awe of her even after being with her for a couple of years before their marriage.

He was smaller, shorter, a little softer too. He hadn't been able to get a well-earning job like Lena, who was in a managerial role in a company dealing with the effects of elvish culture on nature, and barely made a quarter of her salary. That was normal for couples like them, of course, and he was happy with the power imbalance between them. Even if it always sent Lena leading and him scurrying after her, always seeming like he was trying to keep up, even her strides stepping out longer than his.

They were a normal couple: some may have even called them perfect. Lena and Miles, well… They never expected a wolf to come between them, not as he did. And not in a bad way, not really, though Miles kept a wary eye on the big wolf (he'd been quickly corrected that the wolf was not a canine, an early mistake he'd made) in the days and weeks after he moved into their apartment complex.

He was tall, a good foot and a half taller than Miles, who was small and light, though he did occasionally dabble in archery; it didn't give him as much muscle as others. But the wolf rippled with muscle, his fur darker over the shoulders, the back of his neck and down his back, with a thicker ruffle of fur down his chest, a mix of black and grey hairs begging the eye to follow the path of his coat. His tail was mostly black but his front, right in the centre of his chest and stomach, had a lighter off-white patch of fur, which ran under his tail too.

The only reason Miles knew so much of the wolf's burly, rather magnificent physique was due to the wolf going around, so much of the time, shirtless. He eyed up the wolf out of the corner of his eye as he collected his mail, hanging back by the elevator while Lena tried to squeeze past him.

“Miles? What's got you so worried?" She teased, smiling warmly. “Hey, Myst! Fancy seeing you down here!"

The wolf turned and Miles started, heat rushing to his cheeks, flaring down his neck. How was it possible to feel as small as he did standing before the wolf? The wolf was not all that much taller…surely? But his shoulders were so much broader and Miles was even aware of the softness of his own stomach, that tiny amount of pudge there. It wasn't much, just enough to hide his abdominal muscles from view, but it felt emasculating to bear even that with the wolf's rippling abs before his eyes.

“Lena…" The wolf rumbled, his ears twitching as his brown eyes crinkled in at the corners. “Lovely to see you again."

He spoke well though, really, that was on Miles for assuming the wolf would be ill-spoken. He floundered, raising his hand in a wave of sorts, though he had more questions for his wife than the wolf. For one – how did she even know the beast's name?

“Same here!" Lena chirped, softly confident in herself, not seeming to mind the wolf's size and demeanour at all. “What are you up to these days? You seem to be back and forth all the time…"

“I found a job here, closer to you," he growled, a long, pink tongue flicking out of his maw to sweep along the side of his muzzle. “I thought that would be more…convenient."

His gaze lingered and Lena tipped forward, her lips parted. Miles started, a strangled, gulping noise rising from his throat.

“Oh?" She breathed, pausing there as if in challenge. “And just what do you think would be more convenient, hm?"

He grinned, showing his teeth, though Lena didn't back off.

“You know why I'm here already," he murmured, his voice low as he brushed her bare arm with his fingers, claws standing out in sharp contrast to her neat, delicate nails. “But I am sure you will not take too much persuasion…"

“Oh!"

Lena chuckled, blushing and shaking her head, though it had been a long time indeed since Miles had seen her reduced to tittering like that, flustered and not sure where she stood. He grunted, brushing off his shirt of imaginary dirt, bristling even though he was hardly able to do anything.

“Okay, Myst, was it?" He growled, though there was a strained note in his voice. “Come on now, you can't… Lena, let's go. Myst, lovely seeing you… We're going now!"

But why did he feel so awkward, so tongue-tied? Nothing made sense, not as Miles hastened Lena out of the building, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling.

The wolf was watching him.

And everyone knew what wolves did to elf women. Even if he hadn't wanted to think the worst of him, always hesitant and on the back foot around the bigger predator.

“What was that for?" Lena complained, pulling her hand out of his grip as they left the building. “Honestly, Miles!"

“He's got his eye on you," Miles pleaded, heart pounding, rubbing his sweaty hands off on his trousers, though it was not a warm day. “Please… Please, be careful. You know… Wolves… They just want elves like you."

Lena rolled her eyes.

“Oh, that's just a rumour," she scoffed. “Things like that don't really happen around here. Wolves stealing away elves, honestly… You know all the elves that end up with wolves go of their own accord. No one is ever forced, no one is ever made to go. I'm here, with you."

She kissed his cheek even as she rolled her eyes and, for the time being, Miles was at least mollified. But he didn't catch the look she cast behind him, a flirtatious pull on her lips that was not for him.

It had never been for him.

Miles struggled at work in the coming weeks, always checking his phone, wanting to call Lena. Why, he'd even been tempted to put a tracking app on her phone – and that was a huge violation of both trust and privacy! That the notion had even entered his head showed just how worked up he was over the whole thing.

But…there were little things that just didn't seem right. The tufts of black and grey fur he found around their apartment, the strange, oddly musky scent hanging around the apartment door, how the wolf seemed to keep coming across them while they were out and about. At first, Lena had seemed annoyed by him always being around, even though she hadn't minded at all just chatting with the wolf as neighbours when they encountered one another.

“Ah… Hey, Myst," she said at the park, taking Miles' hand as if in an act of possession. “I didn't think you'd be out in the park."

The wolf smiled and nodded, paused by a bed of tulips.

“I heard the flowers here were spectacular, I think they called it a tourist spot for the city," he said, his tail wagging faintly, though neither could ignore the intensity of his gaze and how it locked on to Lena. “But I see much sweeter views now."

Lena chuckled, tugging at Miles' hand.

“Oh… Oh, I see what you're saying, that's very kind, very flattering," she said, pulling away. “But we've got to go now, thank you. I'm taken, see? With him, Miles."

She laughed, but the sound seemed false coming from her lips. Her hand slipped against Miles' and he shivered. It didn't feel like he had as strong a hold on her as before. But was that just his imagination?

They didn't talk about what happened at the park, though Miles slept less, watching Lena while he slept, worried she was going to disappear. She reassured him that wasn't going to happen, that she wasn't going anywhere, though her tone changed a little more every time, shifting from conviction to annoyance to almost apathy, emotion leaving her voice.

So, he watched her and he checked his phone, messages going unanswered while they were apart, though Miles tried to tell himself she was just busy, she was just at work. But was she really at work?

Myst's mail somehow kept ending up in their slot too, so Lena had to go deliver it personally. Miles said he would take it, but Lena took the chance, waving her hand dismissively at how he tried to tell her how much of a risk it was, that she shouldn't put herself in close proximity to the wolf.

“It's not like I'm just going to walk off into his arms," Lena said, though her gaze slid away from Miles' too quickly. “I don't want a wolf, I don't need a wolf. I have you."

And yet she did not convince him.

Slowly, she spoke kindlier of the wolf, telling Miles that it looked like he was just lonely, that he was trying to make friends. She gave the wolf more and more leeway, warming up to him and even spending a little time with him at a coffee shop, introducing him to things that he had not yet experienced, having lived with his pack for so long.

Most wolf anthros, after all, did not live around elves, though they were close enough to share the same amenities and interact with one another, most usually meeting up at events and the like. Few lived around one another and, as had been pointed out before, a lot of wolves came in to find a partner and take them back to their pack.

Lena, however, proclaimed she wasn't like that. She said she was different, that she was about the rough, feral nature of the wolves, that she wasn't going to be swept up and away.

She said so right to the point where Miles came home early, having been sent home to recover himself after a project at work hadn't gone very well, to hear moans echoing through the apartment.

“Ah… Yes… Ohhhhh!"

His toes curled, head shooting up, a chill running through his body that made him feel as if he had been doused in water. As if in a dream, he made his way through the apartment, his feet barely feeling like they contacted the carpet, shoes kicked off, just in his socks. But the tightness in his throat was not from the tie around his neck, no, it was something else. Something Miles had never thought, not truly, he would ever have to address, not like that, not with Lena.

She was…perfect. And that was just why the wolf had pursued her. A silent hunter, he'd crept behind Miles' back as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him, taking his “prey" in the carnal, lustful ways he was born to do.

When Miles opened the bedroom door, sooner than he had ever thought he would dare, he found them just as he'd thought he would. With his wife on her back, pinned in a mating press, Myst loomed over her, growling savagely. Yet it only looked savage to Miles, forever on the outside, his breath trapped in his throat as he swallowed his pain, heart aching for the wife he already knew he'd lost.

She was everything to him… Thus, he'd lost everything.

Myst's eyes turned to him, darker and more foreboding than usual. He grunted and licked his lips, though there was no denying his throbbing prick was buried in the elf's pussy, stretching her out far wider than Miles' cock ever could have. Really, there had never been any comparison between them, but it took seeing it in person for it to really sink home in Miles' heart.

“Oh…"

“What are you staring at, boy?" Myst rumbled, his tone dropping, showing his teeth as Lena moaned, her toes curling and flexing. “You should be more…useful."

Yet his attention returned to Lena, who had her arms around his shoulders, stroking down the firm muscle of his back, her fingers curling and gripping. Her eyes didn't once go to Miles or, if they did, her look was so fleeting he didn't see it at all, not as the wolf fucked her in long, overpowering strokes. His lips parted, trying to say something, do something, but there was nothing he could do.

The wolf was a predator… And what was he but the raw, “meat" kind of prey to a beast like that? He could take Lena as a partner, but the stories of what happened to male elves taken by the wolves, well…they ran rings around his head.

“Ah…"

“You should be thanking me," Myst growled. “This is the first fuck she's had…in a long time."

It took the wolf longer to get his words out, yet he had a reason for it, his attention on Lena under him, how her pussy gripped his aching hard-on. She was such a tight fit around him and how she tried to buck up into his touch was intoxicating, even to a wolf like him. He'd conquered all he'd sought to do, shunning the elf, who'd thought he was a man, with a scorning flick of his tail.

“Thank me."

“Ah!" Miles shuffled, rubbing his arm. “I… Uh…"

He didn't want to say it, but something primal in him told him what to do, that he couldn't push back against. So, finally, the words slipped from his lips the way, perhaps, they'd always been meant to.

“Thank you…" He whispered, throat tight with emotion, something settling inside him that Miles did not yet understand. “Thank you…for fucking her."

Myst barked a laugh and shook his head, though he ground deep, grunting thickly as he finally spent himself inside her. His whole body trembled with reverberations, his knot inside as it thickened fully, but it would take only a little time for it to deflate again, with the control the wolf had over his body. It was just an added pleasure, of course, for any partner he was with.

“Ah… Did he…" Lena finally turned her attention to Miles, lifting her head weakly. “He…thanked you? Wow…"

She laughed weakly, letting an arm fall back across the pillow, though she didn't seem remorseful in the slightest.

“He really is a cuckold, Myst…" She breathed, shaking her head as she relaxed back, clearly in her own afterglow. “He's so weak. I'm glad you…mmm…convinced me."

Miles swallowed, though he was still trying to process everything, his world turning upside down. He'd have to come to grips with it, all in time, but it was not the place of the cuckolded to take that time for themselves.

He shifted his weight, trying to leave, but the wolf growled at him every time he made the smallest move to, keeping him in place. Lena snickered at him, though not unkindly, a different warmth in her eyes for him.

“Mmmm… Ah!"

She groaned as Myst pulled out of her pussy in a messy deluge of cum, splattering into the bed, though that wouldn't be for them to clean up again. The wolf crooked his finger and Miles crept in, trying to stay as far away as possible without angering the predator, but he didn't get a choice when his hair was grabbed and his head shoved between Lena's spread thighs.

“Mmmph!"

“Lick!"

The wolf laughed with the demand, knowing it would not be disobeyed, though it was amusing still to watch the cuckold elf lapping up his seed from her pussy. He started slowly, using only the very tip of his tongue to lick it up, curling it into the mess, though he shuddered the whole time.

“Mmph… No…"

Yet Miles' resistance was all to no avail, forced to stay down there, quite simply, until he had licked her clean. The sharp prick of the wolf's claws in his hair kept him there, taking his free will from him. It was not as if he had ever used it all that much anyway. He was a much better follower than he ever could have been a leader, as a male elf.

Not much was said to him…for Miles didn't matter anymore, not like that. Not in the way he had. And, when they talked to him, it was just to humiliate him further as Myst gave Lena a metal chastity cage.

“Here you go," he rumbled, nuzzling affectionately into her hair. “You can do the honours…"

There was a tenderness there that surprised Miles, but he backed away against the wall as she approached him with the chastity device in hand.

“It'll be all the better for you," she said, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth and rolling her eyes. “Stay still, Miles…"

She sounded annoyed with him and he took a breath. Could he still change things? Yet, while he paused, she dug his soft cock out of his trousers and underwear, sliding the cage over it neatly. It was a good size for him, if that mattered at all, but it was not comfortable at all as it locked into place, a heavy, restrictive weight for him to bear.

“Mmpph… Lena… No…"

She ignored him, however, as she left his caged cock out, the key on a chain around her neck. Emasculated and put in his place, Lena smiled – and turned her gaze longingly back to her wolf's.

“Do not release him without permission," he told her, his arm around her, paw gently resting on her hip. “My dearest…"

It was a test and not one Lena was about to fail, no, leaning into his touch, loving the solidity of him.

“I will never," she promised. “But he can still be useful in serving."

So, Miles was relegated to a new position – though he still wanted to keep Lena, of course. He had to fight for her, he determined, for that would be the only way he'd get to keep her away from Myst, the wolf who had slunk his way into his life and done, well…exactly what so many other anthro wolves had done already.

Yet he pushed back against his new existence, stomping into the apartment after coming home from work, yet again, to find Lena on all fours, being fucked doggystyle by the wolf. He stormed and tossed his things about as if he thought that was going to alert them to his presence and make them stop, but, well…it was not as if the new couple cared. They were far too wrapped up in one another to care.

At least, until Myst emptied his balls inside her and flooded her passage with his seed, a messy, slick, drooling cream-pie left in the wake of his thick member. Then and only then did Lena call him in with a smile and a snap of her fingers, though she did not do it unkindly.

“Miles… Come clean me up."

She didn't address him sweetly, but she did it as if it was merely expected. As he didn't get to have sex with her anymore, Miles was almost persuaded to do so, just to be close to her, to get that sliver of intimacy that he missed so much. If he resisted too much, all the elf got was a hard, heavy paw on the back of his head, shoving his face between Lena's legs, so the wolf's cum smeared across his face.

The rich taste of the wolf's cum was oddly inviting, but Miles would never have said that, no, not as he became increasingly used to it. He shuddered and flinched and carried on putting up a show and a fight about it, but they didn't know or care about his feelings on the matter.

His cock, however, ached and he tried to get Lena's attention in the morning, for the two of them enjoyed morning sex more and more. Miles didn't realise just how normal everything had become, how they saw through his silly little struggles, that he didn't really mean it.

“Lena…"

He caught her in the kitchen in the morning, all dressed up for the day, but that didn't mean anything at all to her. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, but it didn't feel the same as before, as if he had taken on a different role in her life and relationships, something that could never again be taken back.

“Lena… Please…"

He barely raised his voice, glancing back to the bedroom where the wolf was getting dressed. Sipping her coffee, Lena raised an eyebrow and smiled pleasantly at him, everything about her light and easy.

She didn't even see how strained he was.

“What is it, hon?"

She spoke to him like a friend and Miles flinched, his hand going down to his crotch, pointing at the outline of the cage showing through his clothes.

“I need… Come on…" He hissed through his teeth, trying to be as quiet as possible. “Can you please let me get off? I need to… It's been too long, Lena, it's been weeks and weeks!"

For she hadn't let him out of the cage since he had first been locked into it, signalling that first major shift in their relationship.

Lena grinned and shook her head, as if she had been offered something she took great pleasure in.

“Oh, no, hon," she said cheerfully. “Why would I do that? You don't need to cum."

“What? Lena, please!"

He whined, trying to reach for her, but Lena backed away out of his reach, clicking her tongue disapprovingly against the roof of her mouth.

“Please, Lena, I really need to cum, this is torture," he whimpered, hating how the words sounded coming from his lips, even if they felt natural too. “You don't have to listen to him. You can do this all for yourself too! You don't even have to do anything to me, I'll just go shower and get off… You just have to take the cage off me, please!"

She smiled, however, the look in her eyes darkening slightly.

“Oh, but I really don't."

Lena shook her head, pitying him.

“What could you offer me with the chastity cage off?" She asked, though she didn't really expect an answer. “He's a much better lover than you ever were, though we enjoy keeping you around to serve us too. So, you can stay, but there's no need for the cage to come off, no. You can beg all you like… I like that. But that doesn't mean I'm ever going to listen to it.

So, he struggled with his arousal, the lack of orgasm more frustrating to him than ever, forced to watch them having sex, though Myst rarely addressed him in any way. Miles grunted and forced himself through it, trying to think through his next move.

Yet…what move did he have to make? He'd somehow settled into his role of servitude, pleasing them and serving them, even making dinner every night and doing everything around the house, along with his regular job. Lena took more time off so she could spend time with Myst and he stopped even faking his protests when he ate out her pussy from the wolf's cum and acted as the wolf's fluffer.

He was hers… And Lena could do whatever she liked with him, as long as he was there with her.

Continued in part two of two.