A Wolf and his "Mate"
Commission for anon.
A wolf has himself almost completely isolated in the wolf, living off the land in his simple cabin. He's feeling lonely and desires a mate so he considers himself very lucky when a traveler crosses his path.
Living in the forest by himself was a heavyset wolf by the name of Harvey. He was nearing middle age, had only a few friends and lived in a more secluded area by choice. Even if he was
alone, he was still very much still subscribed to his heritage and wolf culture. That being said, lately he had been wanting a mate to have around and share things with. Even knowing what he wanted, Harvey was also picky and wasn’t willing to settle with just anyone who would come his way. It wasn’t helped that he didn’t get many visitors. Harvey himself wasn’t sure what or who he wanted as a mate.
One day, Harvey was out, preparing for the upcoming winter season. He was enjoying cooler temperature, needing nothing more than his pelt to feel comfortable outside. Clad in nothing but pants from the waist down, the shirtless lupine was outside of his cabin, setting up another log to be cut with his axe. It was a simple enough task for him thanks to his strength. One portion of wood after another, his axe cleaved through them smoothly, leaving two perfectly equal portions that would make good firewood.
After doing this for a while, the wolf decided to take a break. He started just after breakfast and by now it was afternoon. Time seemed to slip away when he was cutting wood. It was easy for the wolf to forget about other things and he enjoyed the feeling of working his body to make sure that the wood was chopped all the way through in one go. As he set the axe down and wiped the sweat from his forehead, realizing that his entire body was damp with perspiration and from that his body was smelling strongly of musk. It was also a wolf thing to let scents linger on him, letting them build over time. If he ever came across the perfect candidate for being his mate, Harvey would use his scent to attract them.
Just as he was winding down from the hard work, Harvey’s ears perked up. He was hearing something in the distance and then a smell reached his nose as well, the scent of food being cooked outside. Being curious, Harvey left his woodcutting and axe behind, heading in the direction of the noise and aroma. It didn’t take him long to come across a human that was clearly a hiker. He seemed to be taking a break, sitting on a fallen log in front of a small fire that was being used to cook meat.
Harvey was still out of sight as he observed. His sensitive nose was able to discern the human’s own natural smell and it was perfect. Perfect for him, the smell of his mate. He came out of hiding and approached the human, the sound of his heavy footsteps getting the other man’s attention. He turned around to find the heavyset and shirtless wolf approaching him. This sight surprised him and he wasn’t quick enough to stand up and move away.
”I’ve finally found you. My mate,” Harvey said as he nuzzled himself against the struggling man.
The human was completely taken aback, struggling to get away from the lupine that was trying to sniff and kiss him. He managed to do so and attempted to yell for help but he was quickly tackled down to the ground this time. Covering his mouth was the wolf’s handpaw. It was thick, sweaty, and had a strong smell to it that made the human wince and groan. His struggling died down and the frustrated lupine used that to his advantage. He was able to reach out and grab the hiker’s bag and found some rope. The human was struggling beneath him, pinned down by his weight. Using his greater strength, Harvey made use of the rope, trying up his mate and then picking him up, hoisting the other male up and holding him over his shoulder like he would with a smaller log of wood.
Not being fazed by his mate’s attempts to get away, Harvey was softly humming to himself as he returned to his cabin, bringing the human inside with him. He put him in a wooden chair and used the rope to tie him down to it. “There, are you comfortable now, mate?”
”I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name is Brandon. I don’t know you, I’m not your mate!” the human responded while struggling against the sturdy ropes.
”Of course you are…” Harvey said. He was so sure that this was his mate but they were putting up such a fight and saying such hurtful things. He left the human to keep attempting to escape in the living room while he went into another room to call a friend and explain.
”Of course they don’t want to be your mate. He hasn’t smelled you enough,” the other wolf explained.
”Right!” Harvey perked up. He was now feeling foolish that he had missed such a crucial step. He thanked his friend and ended the call, now feeling confident that he could earn his mate’s favor. All of that woodcutting had made his body sweaty and smelling of musk so this was the perfect opportunity to get Brandon to smell him. And with enough smelling, he would love him!
Harvey returned to the living room, pleased to find that Brandon had stopped struggling. He was looking a bit tired but was still stuck in the chair. Harvey gave him a welcoming smile as he approached. Brandon was looking annoyed as their eyes met but he wasn’t fazed by that, still determined to make things right. And this time he knew just how to do that.
”I’m sorry…” Harvey said. This made Brandon blink. He wasn’t expecting that and he smiled, hoping that this crazy wolf had come to his senses and would let him go free again. He kept still as Harvey came in close. In his mind, Brandon was so close to being free again and as soon as he could, he would be making a mad dash for his camp and would gather all of his stuff before running away as fast and far as he could.
But he wasn’t untied.
“I know I’m smelly but you’re gonna learn to love it.”
When Harvey came in close he reached one hand out but it gripped the back of Brandon’s head, pulling it in while his other arm lifted. The next thing that Brandon knew, his face was pushed right into the lupine’s hot and sweaty underarm.
Brandon didn’t expect this and his nasal passage struck by the full force of the lupine’s strong masculine scent. He groaned against this and attempted to get away but Harvey’s hand kept him in place. Being overpowered, the human was trying his best not to breathe in the strong, offending odor that was filling his nose, making it burn with every whiff. Harvey kept him close and was waiting for his mate to stop struggling but that didn’t happen. Thinking nothing of it just yet, Harvey switched, giving the human a brief moment of fresh air but that before his face was shoved into the other pit that was just as sweaty and strong smelling.
Seeing his pits weren’t working, Harvey decided to try something else. So he eased back and allowed Brandon to take in fresh air again. The human watched as the wolf began taking off one of his boots. Harvey took hold of it, wielding it in a way that the open side was pointed at his mate’s face.
”What are you… Oh no you-” Brandon wasn’t allowed to finish as the boot was shoved over his nose. The inside was hot and pouring into his nose was an even danker funk, unlike the pit the smell of sweat on top of sweat was very apparent. The well worn boots had a sharper, slightly cheesy smell that was making Brandon groan even more. He continued to struggle, this time shaking his head from side to side. Harvey was hoping that his boot would do the trick this time. He had been wearing it since this morning and he knew the scent was even stronger than his pits…
He pulled the boot from Brandon’s face and then thought for a moment. Maybe that had been too much? Perhaps what the human needed was something similar but not as strong?
That led to Harvey taking off his sock this time, grunting as he was struggling a bit to reach past his large and soft belly. But once he peeled it from his footpaw, the wolf gripped it and returned his attention to Brandon who was looking on with dread. The human knew what was coming and he couldn’t get away from it. So the only thing that he could do was brace himself when Harvey closed the distance with the sock in hand. The piece of clothing in question looked clean enough but it was also clearly damp with even more sweat.
The sock was pushed to his face and it was easier to hold in place than the boot had been. Just like before, Brandon did his best to struggle but the wolf kept his hand and the sock firmly locked to the human’s nose, making sure that he would be taking in the scent of it. Just as the wolf thought, the smell of his sock was lighter but it was still offensive and unwanted from Brandon’s perspective. He continued to resist and was showing no signs of enjoying the smell of the wolf’s presence.
”Oh come on…” Harvey muttered to himself. Now it was time to bring out the big guns. He needed to give his mate something stronger to make him really love him. Now more determined than ever, the wolf decided what his next move was going to be. And in order to do so, he took hold of the back of the chair that Brandon was tied to. He pulled back and gently lowered it down to the floor so that it and the human were lying flat. With his face pointing upwards, Brandon was in the perfect position for Harvey to lift up his large and sweaty footpaw. As gently and carefully as he could, he pressed it down on the human’s face, all but smothering him with the damp and strong smelling surface.
If just having the foot on top of his face wasn’t enough, Harvey took the extra step to start grinding his footpaw over the smooth skin of Brandon’s face. As he rubbed his sweat into the other male’s skin, Brandon was groaning and spluttering against the tang of footsweat that was seeping onto his taste buds. Harvey was growing all the more frustrated as Brandon was still resisting his advances.
So Harvey took things even further than that, stepping back and taking off his pants, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath them. Brandon’s eyes went wide as the wolf’s pants dropped down to the floor. Harvey’s heavyset body was on full display now that the pants were off and his big, soft belly was allowed to hang even lower. Seeing that eyes were on him, the wolf did his best to look alluring, groping and rubbing his belly, moving his hands even higher to run his fingers through his sweaty chest fluff.
Harvey came back to the human and there was nothing to stop him from turning around and lowering his large body down. Brandon could only watch, as the anthro’s big rump came closer and closer until it was pressed down on his face, engulfing it in its heat, wetness, and even the softness of his fur.
With his tail lifted, Harvey was subjecting his mate to the musk that radiated from his rump, sitting himself down enough to keep the pressure up but not enough to suffocate the man. Brandon was struggling as much as he could but doing so was making the sweat of Harvey’s butt rub onto his own face and the wolf taking it upon himself to grind his ass even more didn’t help that. More and more, Brandon’s senses were being assaulted. The deep earthy smell of the large canine’s rump was set deep in his nose and the taste of sweat was all that he was met with when daring to open his mouth…
Harvey was still confident, sure that he was just a step away from breaking down his mate and getting him to accept his role. He eased back even more and began to grind his groin against Brandon’s face. Rocking his hips back and forth, the wolf was rubbing his sheath and balls all over the skin that was already smelling of wolf musk. First the armpits, then the socks, and then his feet, followed by his butt and groin. He had used all the muskiest parts of himself in an effort to make the human like him and want to be his mate but nothing was working.
He went back and forth between all of these methods until the sun had set.
“I don’t get it!” Harvey yelled as he got up, sparing the human from any more torment with his smell. “I’ve tried everything!”
”What do you even want from me?” Brandon asked.
”To be my mate,” Harvey said with feeling.
Brandon sighed and began to talk to the wolf. As best as he could, the human began to negotiate with the wolf and eventually they managed to come to an agreement. He would be untied after they made out and he would suck the clearly needy lupine off. Harvey agreed to this and untied some of the rope that was keeping Brandon to the chair but the human was still bound and unable to escape on his own.
Harvey took Brandon into the bedroom part of the cabin and set him down on the bed. Being already nude, the lupine climbed on top, getting himself face to face with the human.
“Ready?” Harvey asked with a bright look and a wagging tail. He got a nod in response and moved in to bring his muzzle down to connect with the male’s mouth. A small moan came from him immediately as he could feel Brandon’s tongue connecting with his own. He even began to push more of his long and broad tongue further inside. This kind of touch made Brandon shudder but he endured and did his best to act in return, feeling it was best to please the lupine.
Feeling his body tingling all over, Harvey put more effort into his end of the kissing, moving his tongue harder and faster. His moans were growing louder as his hands were roaming all over Brandon’s bound body. The human in question could feel the tongue moving all over in his mouth and vibrations were sent through him via the lupine’s deep moans. He at least moved his own tongue in time with Harvey’s, giving the wolf something to interact with.
While kissing the wolf, Brandon was subjected to the feeling of a hot and fat muscle working its way around inside of his mouth. It was flicking and grinding, smearing hot and strong tasting saliva all over his oral interior. The smell of his body and breath were the only things that he could smell while their mouths were locked together. As best as he could, the man was acting to appease the lupine, hoping it would earn him release.
Things were heating up, at least on Harvey’s end, the moans and touching becoming more intense until the wolf pulled his muzzle free, panting heavily from the exhilaration and arousal that was coursing through him.
“Okay, I’m ready for the next thing,” Harvey said eagerly. Of course Brandon was still bound so there was only so much that he could do. That was remedied some by Harvey taking it upon himself to climb on top of the human, sitting on his chest with just enough weight down to keep him in place. Harvey was the only one nude and excited to the point that his cock was fully out of his sheath, being humanoid in shape, being of average length but it was particularly thick and also just as musky as the rest of his parts…
Brandon wasn’t given the chance to ease into the situation. Being so excited, Harvey acted right away by moving his hips, first shifting his hips so that his warm and musky balls were being dragged over the human’s face, specifically his nose. Brandon groaned from the deep scent being rubbed onto his skin, making it the only thing that he could smell, even when the pair of furry orbs eased back. Harvey kept himself on top of the other male’s chest and made another push with his hips, getting his length past the human’s lips. Brandon groaned against the shaft that was pulsing and leaking over his tongue already.
“Aah! You feel so good!” the wolf barked. So much warmth and wetness surrounded his shaft. He just couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips again, pushing his length down further and it got even better when he managed to slip his cock down into Brandon’s throat. His instincts drove him to sink down as far as he could and that meant he was sunk all the way down to the base.
Brandon was still groaning against the thick length, feeling the shaft twitching against his lips while the wolf’s pubic bush was pressed to his nose, keeping the natural aroma thick in his nasal passage. An even funkier musk was coming from the bush and being forced to breathe it in was actually making him dizzy.
He was snapped from his daze when the lupine began thrusting. He was moving his body with enough force to make sure that all of his thick inches went down as far as they could but there was also a level of care to Harvey’s actions. He was groaning and panting while his length was throbbing hard and squirting his pent up precum.
In time with the thrusts, the wolf’s balls were swinging. They went up and came back down, smacking into the human’s nose. Brandon had little more choice than to drink down the strong tasting spurts of precum.
Harvey wanted to last much longer but he was just so excited and in need of release that he could only manage a final thrust before his cock was hilted down into the human’s throat. Another deep groan came from the wolf as his shaft was swelling even further and pulsing even harder. That came just before the first blasts of his much thicker, stickier, and muskier spunk. They came out with so much force that it went right down into the man’s stomach but the rest had to be swallowed by Brandon.
Harvey’s tongue was lolling as he rode out the pleasure of his climax. Still sweaty and wagging his tail even harder, he felt his length retreating back into its sheath. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, the wolf was suddenly struck with a feeling of fatigue. Brandon was expecting to be freed as per their agreement but Harvey settled himself down to rest on top of the other male. Brandon was still waiting until he heard the sound of snoring. He began to shout for the wolf but the canine was sleeping too deeply. The most that happened was Harvey shifting some in his sleep, making his musky crotch press to the human’s face…