Memento Mori by LupusFeng

Memento Mori

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This tale is about a masochist who has been chasing the thrill of danger for most of his life, but there's only so long that xou can tempt Death before he hears xour call, and with how hungrily this human craves being dominated, he gets far more than what he bargained for~ ;)

[WARNING! This story contains: Male (Wolf) on Male (Human) Consensual Anal Sex, Size Difference, Paw Play, Musk Play, Violence, Domination, Asphyxiation, Rimming, Cum Inflation, Non-Consensual (Soft) Oral Vore, Gore, Digestion (Fatal), Soul Vore, and is not suitable for minors.]

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~Memento Mori~

Written by: Phamyne Plaguox

Commissioned by: Lupus Feng

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Debauchery & Denial

Brent: “Urg." Frowning as I tug at my leather harness, I grumble under my breath while straightening it across my chest and then scowl at the door through the full-length mirror I'm stood before.

Brent: “I mean, how long does it take to slip a fucking hood over your head?" Shaking my head through a listless chuckle, I stand up straight and try to distract myself by admiring my dimly lit reflection.

Brent: “He better be prepared to make it up to me~" Smirking as I sensually trace a hand over my chest and tweak a nipple, I bite my bottom lip while thinking about what depraved things I'll have this master do to me tonight.

Flexing my bicep as I comb my fingers through my short brown hair, I smirk while running my other hand down my toned stomach and give my crotch a playful squeeze. I've always loved wearing leather, and not just because I like showing off how fit yoga has made me, but the touch of leather on my skin always reminds me of how I first felt when I discovered BDSM.

It all started the day I had found my father's old porno magazines hidden in the garage, and while I knew from a young age that I wasn't interested in women, I was still extremely fascinated by the sight of them dressed in formfitting PVC, how they'd tie up men who were far stronger than them, and best of all, how arousing the thought of being placed in that exact same submissive role had become for me.

I guess my fascination with beastmen also grew during those early years, for while I'd still willingly bend over for any large and in charge human, there is just something wildly more alluring about being dominated by a hulking beastman. Perhaps it's from how different their anatomy is to mine? Or simply from how dangerous their feral ancestors are compared to humans? Either way, I never could have imagined that all those years ago my interest in BDSM would one day lead me to a place like this.

Standing with a hand on my hip and the other massaging the growing bulge in my leather briefs, I admire the space I've rented for the night through the full-length mirror much like I had admired my body. Just like all the other rooms in this underground club, the chamber I've paid for is just that: A full on medieval torture chamber with all the tools any sadist could ever need.

The room is around 5 metres from side to side, is decorated with torn tapestries which hang from cobblestone walls, and has a wooden floor stained with red marks that look so realistic I had mistaken them for real blood. There's an old and creaky torture rack to my right, a pair of rusted shackles hanging from the wall beside the ensuite bathroom, a piss-stained pillory on the opposite side of the entrance, and with how full of holes the old mattress is, how the bed itself appears to be held together with the nothing more than coagulated cum, I can't help but smile as the sights and smells send a thrill of excitement up my spine.

I love being dominated, and the more frightened I am, be that through an overly aggressive beastman or simply a creepily decorated room, the more aroused I become, and with how the dim lights glimmer along the cold dark stone walls through the various sconces lining it, how the pungent smell of this musty room practically invokes the taste of pain, it really does feel as if I were waiting for someone to come punish me for my crimes.

There is just… Something insanely erotic about being hurt by a complete stranger, about having my life held in the hands of someone I know nothing about, how at any moment, one wrong move, one single mistake, could very well spell my death. I've been chasing this exact feeling for years , and while I've had a few close calls that gave me pause, the orgasms I experience during these moments are unlike anything I could rightfully put into words. In fact, I've become a little more ballsy with how far I go nowadays, enough that a few of the beastmen I've hired to fuck me lose character to ask if I'm alright.

Clicking my tongue as I glare at the doorway through the mirror once again, I grit my teeth as I consider complaining about my attendant being so late, but it's right as I move to leave the room that the front door squeaks open so painfully slow that it causes me to stiffen and for my skin to prickle as the dissonant sound echoes across the silent chamber like a beast emerging from the depths.

Brent: “…" I find myself frozen in place and unable to look away from the darkened entrance, for while I had felt irritated just a moment ago, something suddenly feels very… Wrong, unsettling in the most foreboding of ways.

The warmth of arousal which had made the straps of my harness feel sensual against my skin suddenly become tight, restraining, and incredibly uncomfortable as a cold wave of goosebumps thrashes across my flesh, and as the hair on the back of my neck stands on end, as my breaths shorten and pulse quickens, I'm filled with a sudden urge to hide, to lock myself in the bathroom and escape this unexpected disquiet, but it's as this sensation sinks into my bones that I watch as someone steps out from the darkness and through the iron doorframe.

My blood literally runs colds as I see the shadowed silhouette step into the room, because for a split second, the gargantuan beastmen doesn't even look corporeal with how darkness clings to his fur like a gloomy shroud, but as the flickering light dances across his frame, as his full enormity comes into view, the sudden rush of fear is replaced with a wave of lust when I see just how gigantic this guy is.

Brent: “It's about fucking time." Despite how my heart hammers in my chest as my panic slowly fades, I scowl at the beastman as he closes the door behind himself, but my frown is quickly washed from my face as he chuckles with such a dark cadence, that for a moment, it almost sounds as if his voice were bleeding from the very walls.

???: “My deepest apologies~ Perhaps I can make up for my late arrival by killing you quickly~?" I roll my eyes at his corny response, and instead of entertaining his attempt at staying in character, or even bothering to face him properly, I pretend to straighten the straps of my harness while looking at the enormous beastman through the mirror.

This club is well known for housing some of the biggest men in the city, and while this guy isn't the bovine I had chosen from the catalogue, I can't deny how my cock twitches in my leather pouch as I admire his humungous frame.

With how he's covered in a thick black shroud, I can't make out much other than his size, but judging from his bushy tail, long snout, and digitigrade feet, he appears to be some type of wolf, and with how he's at least 9 feet tall, this guy is nearly twice my height.

While the wolf at my back is clad in a black cloak that covers most of his body, I can still tell that this guy is as fit as he is gigantic, for with how the material drapes over his broad shoulders, I can physically see the lupine's muscles tense beneath his shroud.

Much like how this beastman's body is concealed as if encased in shadow, his face is covered by a heavy black hood, and while I should probably be focused on the way the wolf's lips curl into a grin as he admires me from behind, it's the blood red eyes gleaming from beneath his hood which steal my full attention. They are frightening, hungry in a predatory way that makes my chest tight, and with how the lupine licks his lips while looking at me from head to toe, I almost feel like prey being cornered.

Gulping as a thrill of excitement runs across my skin like claws tracing down my spine, I find myself feeling strangely uncomfortable with how the wolf stares at me from, but I do my best to hide my ambivalence by trailing my gaze down his broad chest, across the bandage-like wrappings around his wrists, over the bulge in his brown trousers, and all the way down to his digitigrade feet. He certainly looks the part of a deadly assassin or cunning rouge, and while this wolf isn't exactly the guy I had in mind for tonight, I can't deny how he's captured my full attention.

Turning around with a hand on my hip and a smirk stretched across my lips, I raise my gaze to the scarlet red eyes watching me from beneath the shadows of his hood, and instead of berating him like I had planned, I decide to taunt the lupine with the most seductive tone I can muster.

Brent: “I didn't hire a barbarian, but I guess I can look past this mix up if you do a good job of pleasing me~" A strand of drool spills from the wolf's lips as he grins under my playful remark, and as he responds, the lupine's words practically roll over me with a seductive growl.

Wolf: “Oh, trust me, you'll get exactly what you deserve, cariño~" While I had noticed the inflections in his tone earlier, the wolf's Spanish accent is much more noticeable now, and if his gargantuan size weren't already enough to send a shiver of lust down my spine, then the drawl of his silvery voice certainly does.

Looking the wolf up and down once more, my gaze locks upon two sharp-looking sickles hanging from either side of his hips, and while this guy isn't the axe-wielding executioner I had ordered to put me in my place, those props certainly sell the roguish aesthetic he's gone for, because they look very real.

Brent: “Oh~? And what is it you think I deserve?" I chuff through a challenging smirk, and despite my bravado, a chill runs across my skin as I immediately invoke a sonorous growl from the wolf, but as he strides up to me with all the grace of a predator, I'm shocked out of my stupor by his approach enough to meet the lupine halfway as he reaches out with a large paw that wraps all the way around my skull and tilts my head back to meet his lecherous gaze.

Wolf: “Why, a decadent morsel like yourself deserves nothing less than to be devoured whole~ Para alimentar mi hambre~" A shiver of delight runs across my flesh as these words fall from his lips with the most salacious of tones, and despite how annoyed I was a moment ago, I find my cock straining beneath the leather of my outfit as his hot breath washes over my face.

Brent: “We'll see about that~" As much as I love submitting myself to the whims of a giant beastman who could overpower me without any real effort, I'm not one to simply bend over without putting up a fight. I think resisting their dominance adds to the pleasure of being subdued, and with how strong I assume this guy's body to be under his clothes, I can easily imagine him putting me in my place with a single paw.

With my face warmed by lust and the wolf's leathery pads, I slip my hands beneath his cloak as the lupine caresses my cheek with a thumb, dragging my fingers up through his short fur and exploring not only his well defined abdomen, but as I move to grope his meaty chest, I lift the front of his black robe and expose the wolf's torso to the dim light.

This guy is incredibly well-toned, enough that I can practically trace my fingers between the grooves of his abs and over every defined serratus anterior muscle lining his ribs, and as my gaze hungrily travels over every inch of his perfectly sculpted chest, I can't help but bite my lip as I imagine this beast of a man mounting me as if I were a bitch in heat.

It's clear to see that this wolf lives a very active lifestyle, and I'm not sure if it's the light or something else, but his silvery white pelt is almost ghostly in colour, shimmering beneath the sconces in the most eery of ways, and while the wolf's pelt is thick enough that I can rake my fingers through it, it lays so perfectly against his body that I can make out each decadently crafted muscle.

As I explore the lupine's tantalising body, he responds in kind by tracing his massive paws along either side of my neck, down my back, and gropes my flesh as if I were livestock he were appraising for slaughter. The wolf is rough from the start without me even needing to ask, enough that he forces a whimper from my lips when he squeezes my ass, and with how close he pulls us together, I can practically feel every growl that reverberates in his chest with how my face becomes smooshed in between his rock-hard abs.

Goosebumps lash across my flesh like razor blades as the wolf drags his claws up my back, pressing deep enough into my flesh that he very nearly draws blood, and it's as I whimper from this mix of pleasure and pain that the wolf grabs the back of my skull and tils my head till I'm staring right up at him, and despite how a shiver of pain flares across my skin, I find myself shivering in delight as he manhandles me.

Wolf: “My, my, my~ You're an eager little thing, aren't you~?" With one paw keeping my face tilted upwards and the other moving to grope the erection through my leather briefs, I all but melt in the lupine's grip as he leans down till he's growling right in my face.

My heart is racing with a combination of excitement and fright as the wolf stares so deeply into my eyes that it feels as if he were peering into my very soul, and while this predatory look of hunger is thrilling in the most erotic of ways, it's the sight of him drooling which makes his previous remark about devouring me all the more believable, and while most people would be left in tears at the sight of his glistening fangs, screaming for the lupine to let them go, I instead find myself becoming more and more aroused by the second.

Wolf: “Aren't you scared, mortal~? I'm about to claim your life." I shiver in delight as he sniffs my neck, dragging his cold nose across my skin as if he were trying to smell my fear, and even though his tone is as believable as his aggressive touch, I can't help but respond through my own sneer.

Brent: “You're gonna have to try harder than that to scare me, lobo~" A dark and truly frightening chuckles escapes the wolf under my taunt, and for a moment, I'm so consumed by the sound of his rumbling voice that I could practically cum on the spot, but my smile is quick to twist into a frown as the wolf's grip on my junk tightens so fiercely that he forces a yelp from me.

Brent: “H-hey, watch the goods, big guy." He doesn't respond through words, instead, the massive lupine pulls my head back even harder while squeezing my erection and ballsack so brutally that any sense of pleasure I had drawn from the torture is completely lost to pain.

Brent: “N-knock it off! Not so hard!" While I'm no stranger to ball torture, this guy is even more hardcore than I am, for with how violently he's crushing my nuts, it feels as if he's trying to pop them!

Wolf: “Isn't this what you wanted~? I thought you weren't scared of anything. Where'd that bravado of yours suddenly go~?" My grip on his fur tightens enough that I'm practically tugging the wolf's skin the same way he pulls my hair, but unlike with how I whine in pain, the lupine seems completely unaffected by my retaliation, and it's right as I consider reaching down and grabbing him where it'll hurt, the wolf abruptly presses his snout right against my lips in what I first think to be a kiss, but as he snarls right in my face, loud enough that his spit splatters across my skin, I become paralysed as the lupine's suffocatingly hot breath washes over me.

Wolf: “But this is where your lust has led you, cariño~ No matter how much pain you experience, no matter how many men hurt you, it's never enough, is it~?" He tightens his grip so much that I become crippled by agony, yet even as I blindly reach to grab the wolf's junk and squeeze as hard as I can, he doesn't even flinch, hell, the lupine's ruby red gaze practically glimmers beneath the darkness of his hood as his grin stretches so wide that I can make out every single one of his glistening fangs.

Wolf: “You push, and push, and push your body to its limits, but no matter how much pain you feel, no matter how many times you nearly die, you still find yourself craving more~" Hot tears spill from my cheeks as the pain becomes unbearable, so much so that I find myself pleading for mercy, but no matter how many times I punch his ribs or how hard squeeze his sheath, this guy seems completely unaffected by my efforts to hurt him.

Wolf: “I'm just giving you what you want, cariño~ Hasta la muerte." While the pain is excruciating, I'm still shamefully rock hard, in fact, I can feel myself drawing closer and closer to orgasm the longer he crushes my balls, but even through this agony, the wolf's words are immediately very concerning, for while it's obvious that I have a fetish for pain, the things he says seem far more personal than just an educated guess. In actual fact, it almost feels as if he's pulled these very thoughts from my own head word for word…

Wolf: “Your lust has lured me here, cariño. I've heard you call die through each choking gasp you've made into the night, through each tear that spilled down your cold skin as you bled, and I've felt your hunger for my touch each and every time someone wrapped their hands around your neck." The wolf licks the tears from my cheek through a rumbling growl before pressing his face so close to mine that I can see nothing but my own eyes reflected in his blood red gaze.

Wolf: “You've taunted me for too long, mortal, and I think it's about time I returned the favour~" His vice grip on my dick suddenly loosens, and even though I'm free, even though I could easily slip from the lupine's arms as he moves to grab my ass, I find myself unable to look away from the wolf's hypnotic gaze as I hang on his every word, frozen in place as if his voice alone had stolen all sense of agency from me.

Wolf: “You can't deny the truth of your soul, cariño. Quieres morir. You've always wanted to die~" Hot tears spill from my cheeks for reasons beyond pain, for as the wolf growls this out, my chest tightens so fiercely that I can't inhale, becoming so constricted that it feels as if his word were choking me, and it's as this surge of panic pulses through my hardening veins that the lupine's eyes glimmer with a predatory delight.

Wolf: “You wanted to die when I took your madre's life, when your first boyfriend broke your heart, and every single time that you wake up alone in bedroom, yet for all your longing, you've never found my sweet embrace, have you, cariño? Not by yourself, not with the men that fuck you, and certainly not through the pain that you've suffered." My skin prickles with such an intense surge of fear that it feels as if the wolf were sinking his fangs into me, as if his jaws had locked around my neck while I was distracted by his gaze, and it's as my pulse quickens that the lupine inhales a long deep breath as if the sharp scent of my fear were an aphrodisiac.

As I watch the wolf exhale, as his warm spit splatters on my face when he licks his lips, something in me snaps. I'm not sure if it's from finding a moment of clarity through the terror or simply from realising that the lupine is distracted, but don't think twice as I reel my fist back and punch the stupid wolf right in his face, and despite using all the strength and anger I can muster, I accomplish little more than knocking the hood from his head, yet even though he doesn't recoil from my hit, even though his smile doesn't waver, the lupine lets go, and as soon as his fingers unfurl from my waist, as soon as the warmth of his pads leaves me, I stumble back and bark out as adrenaline rushes through my veins.

Brent: “W-what the fuck is wrong with you!?" Nursing my pride as I carefully cup my still shamefully hard cock, I scowl at the wolf as his smirk continues to widen.

Brent: “You think this is funny!? I'm going to tell your boss exactly what you did. We'll see if you're still laughing then!" Almost as if he were trying to infuriate me further, the wolf laughs mockingly at my threat before giving me such an intense glare that I can't help but take another step back.

Wolf: “Is this how you beg for mercy~? It's not very good. Why don't you get down on your knees and try again? I'm sure you'll look far more sincere with my cock lodged down your throat~" I'm fuming with so much anger that it feels as if I could explode, but instead of entertaining his psycho who seems to be getting off on angering me, I instead decide to march towards the exit, but as I take my first step forward, the wolf unsheathes the sickles at his waist with a quick twist of his wrists and raises them with a lick of his lips.

Wolf: “You can pretend to be brave all you want, mortal, but I can smell your fear, and it's absolutely delicious~" My breath catches in my throat as my throat so fiercely that it feels as if time stands still, for while I had initially thought the wolf's weapons were expensive props, the sharp sound they had made while being drawn was enough to tell me that these sickles are in fact very real, and with how crazy this guy has been acting, I quickly realise how much danger I'm in.

My gaze instantly shoots towards the bathroom to my right left. Would I make it in time to shut the door and scream for help? No… Even if I could lock myself inside before he grabs me, these rooms are soundproof, so no one would hear me anyway. My only real chance of escaping this lunatic would be to charge past him and hope that he's slower than he looks, yet before I can even take my first step forward, before the thought can properly finish registering in my mind, a gust of wind is immediately followed by a heavy weight which crashes right into me, and before I can even understand that the wolf has just tackled me, all of the air is forced from my lungs as he slams my back into the stone wall!

Brent: “!!!" My lips part to scream, to cry out at the blunt impact, but the sound dies in my throat when something cold and sharp presses against my neck, and as my gaze locks onto the wolf who's snout is brushed against my cheek, I become frozen in place when I realise he's digging his blade into my skin.

Wolf: “But the real question is: Will your flesh taste as delicious as your fear~?" He takes two long sniffs before pulling back enough for me to see his expression properly, and while I had initially thought that the wolf was covered from head to toe in silvery white coat, I now realise that he has black fur covering the top part of his face in a pattern that looks eerily like a mask. From his brows and all the way down along his snout, the lupine's face is covered with a dark shade of fur which makes his devilishly red eyes all the more pronounced and terrifying.

Wolf: “After prostrating yourself before me for so many years, how could you possibly deny the sweet pleasure I now offer so freely~?" With his sickle pressed against my neck, the wolf rakes his claws over my chest sensually, but as they hook beneath the strap of my harness, he grins before making such a quick slash across my skin that not only does he cut right through the leather, but slices clean through my flesh!

Wolf: “ That's in cariño, scream for me! It only makes your fear taste sweeter~!" Despite the cold blade pressed to my neck, my hands fly up to grab at the lupine's face, to rip his whiskers off and gouge his eyes out, but my body stiffens as the wolf presses the blade so hard against my neck that it starts cutting into skin.

Whatever bravado I had drains from me as my hammering heart falls still, for as I truly realise how serious this situation is, fear consumes me as I drown in the red eyes which devour my panic, as I become eclipsed by the terror of suddenly dying, and as I whimper through a strangled gasp, the monster pinning me to the wall smirks while wrapping his large paw around my erection.

Wolf: “I'm going to enjoy claiming you, mortal~" I'm not sure if it's from the way the wolf touches me or simply from the arrogant way his voice rolls over me, but anger once again surfaces through my fear and escapes my lips through a seething hiss.

Brent: “Y-you won't get away with this!" The wolf laughs, loud enough that not only do I jolt from the sharp sound ringing in my ears, but I get a close-up view inside of his mouth, and if I weren't already thoroughly terrified of the lupine, then seeing the strands of spit stretch between his many white fangs solidifies this consuming fear.

Wolf: “Do you really think you could do anything to stop me? Nothing can prevent me from claiming you, mortal, not the people in this club, not the policía, and certainly not you~" I flinch as the wolf snaps his jaws shut, and as he grins with the most insufferable look of satisfaction, a sudden realisation washes over me.

With how long I've been coming to this underground sex club, I'm intimately familiar with all the escorts here at SINsation, and now that I can see the wolf's face properly, I realise that I haven't seen him under any of the master catalogues, and I check that thing weekly.

This thought immediately spawns the idea that this lupine is a psycho, that he's probably been stalking me for months now and figuring out how best to corner me. I try to remember if there are any serial killers in the area or if there was any gossip of people going missing, but I'm so consumed by panic that I can't think of anything else but the wolf pinning me to the wall and how hot his breath feels against my skin, and as I look into his unsettling red gaze, another feeling begins to seep into my flesh.

Something about this wolf had felt different from the very beginning, heck, I felt it before he even stepped into the room, but as he pins me against the wall and fondles my junk, staring at me with the most arrogant of smirks imaginable, my fear of death morphs into something so intense, something that swirls so deep within me that I can physically feel it coiling around my bones, and it's through this terror that a single thought escapes my trembling lips.

Brent: “Wh-who are you?" Something changes in the wolf under my question, because the lascivious glint in his eyes sharpens into something far keener, and as he leans in to take another lick of my face, growling as he laps the tears from my cheek, I can't help but whimper as his warm tongue drags over my flesh.

Wolf: “You know who I am, cariño. You felt me every time someone strangled the life from you, every time jolts of pain shot up your spine, and through every drop of blood that spilled from your veins." The gleam in his scarlet eyes intensifies to the point that they practically glow, and with a deafening growl that washes over my face, the wolf smiles while proclaiming his next words so arrogantly that I almost believe him.

Wolf: “I am the stillness of the night, the hunger in the shadows, and the prickle upon your neck, and the racing of your heart. I am Death, straight up! And I've come to claim you, cariño~" My assumptions that this guy is in fact crazy are solidified with this outrageous statement, and my first thought is that he's a serial killer trying to feed his ego by calling himself “Death", yet before I can even try to whimper out a response, the wolf shoves his face right against mine till our foreheads are pressed together.

Death: “You don't believe me, hmm~?" With his eyes locked on mine, the wolf chuckles as he releases my junk and presses his paw against my chest.

Death: “Ver tu vida." As soon as he finishes speaking, as soon as the very last word rolls off his lips, I become consumed so deeply by the lupine's blood red gaze that the world around me literally falls away. It feels as if I sink into the ground, as if the floor had swallowed me whole, for as darkness devours light, visions of all that I've done in my life start fleshing through my mind faster than I can focus upon them.

I see every single moment that I've ever been hurt, from when I broke my arm as a kid while falling out a tree, to when I was mugged outside my favourite coffeeshop a few months back. I see every scrape I ever got, feel bruise that marked my neck, and taste every tear I've ever spilt alongside each moment of sorrow which claimed them. My life quite literally flashes before my eyes like a movie on fast-forward, and just as quickly as these visions overwhelm my mind, just as quickly as the world is stolen from me, so too do these flashing images burn away like a photo album set aflame.

Life returns to my cold skin in a desperate gasp, and as the blinding light fades, I find myself crumpled on the floor, crouching on one knee and gasping for breath as I tremble through the afterimages which seem burned into my retina.

Death: “What's the matter, mortal? Life flashing before your eyes~?" I'm so lost within my own mind that his laughter doesn't so much as register as I do feel it echoing across the stone walls and washing over me.

Death: “Get up." I'm trembling so fiercely, so consumed by the memories swirling within that I can barely understand the wolf's words, much less react to them. A grunt of annoyance is the only warning I get before the lupine wrenches me to my feet by my hair and throws me against the wall!

I'm not sure if it's from the abrupt violence or how being touched by the wolf made my skin prickle with goosebumps, but reality catches up to me enough that I'm able to find my balance before crumpling to the floor, and as I do, my gaze shoots up to find the lupine staring down at me with an arrogant smirk.

Death: “Despite how long you've taunted me, I'll give you a fighting chance, cariño~" My thoughts are sharp with fear as I pull my hand away from my neck and find my palm covered in blood, and no matter how hard I try to make sense of what I just saw, I just can't focus on anything but the panic blooming in my chest under the wolf's menacing presence.

Death: “Go ahead. Takt it. Fight for this life you've so freely offered me." The wolf who calls himself “Death" offers me one of his sickles with what I could rightfully mistake for an earnest expression, and either through the afterimages still clouding my mind or simply from the fear pulsing through my veins, I remain frozen in place as I look from the blade to his blood red eyes and back again.

The genuine look on the lupine's faces falters upon seeing my stupor, and with a click of his tongue and a roll of his eyes, the abruptly wolf shoves the weapon straight into my chest, and for the briefest of seconds, it almost feels as if he stabs it straight through me, but as the lupine takes a step back with just as little warning, I find myself fumbling to catch the sickle as it falls.

Death: “Bien, cariño, bien~" The wolf grins while looking me up and down as if to admire my quivering form, and after a lick of his lips and a swish of his tail, his sadistic gaze locks on my face.

Death: “Now raise it and defend yourself as if your life were on the line, mortal, because it very much is~" I'm trembling so fiercely that I can barely stay upright, but I lift the sickle with both hands and point it at the wolf who immediately does the same with far too eager an expression.

My heart hammers in my chest while the wolf stares at me as if I were prey to be hunted, and with how every muscle in his body tenses as if anticipating the chase, how strands of drool spill from his lips as if anticipating my taste, that's exactly what I feel like as terror consumes me.

My skin turns cold as I realise this guy is going to murder me, that he more than likely killed the sex worker I hired before cornering me in this room. There's no way I can win in a fight against someone like this, and no matter how hard I try to think of a way to escape, how desperately I look around the room for a way out, anguish consumes me till I'm left whimpering against the wall.

Death: “oh, I just love the smell of fear~!" He raises his snout and sniffs the air as if my terror were something he could physically consume, and while my thoughts are clouded by panic and my body stiff through fright, something in my mind clicks as I watch the lupine's eyes close and nostrils flare.

I act without thinking and move as if led by instinct. Using all the strength I can muster to push myself from the wall while simultaneously throwing the sickle at the lupine, I run straight towards the door behind the wolf even as he lifts his own weapon to deflect the incoming projectile, even as he grins knowlingly as I charge forward, and even as it feels as if I were running right towards my own demise. I put all my strength into this one moment, because I know beyond a doubt that I won't have another chance to escape him after this.

It happens so fast that my addled mind can barely keep up with my body, but as I surge forward on unsteady legs, the wolf raises his blade in the same motion that he deflects my attack, and I'm not sure if it's my weakness which saves my life or instincts I didn't realise I have, but I duck out of the way mid-sprint and slide right past the wolf who buries his sickle in the wooden floor just inches above my face, and as I slam into the door, as all the air escapes my lungs on impact, I barely have a moment to register that I'm on my feet before I'm scrambling out the room and hurtling down the hallway.

I run blindly through the velvet laced corridor with abandon, thinking of nothing but my escape as I tear down the passage, not even bothering to spare a glance over my shoulder to see if the wolf is chasing me or not, so focused on not tripping that as I turn down the first corner, I crash right into someone who hastily catches me by the arms before I can fall!

I'm not even able to open my eyes to thank my saviour or cry out for them to save me from the psycho chasing me, for every vein in my body stiffens as if filled with cement, running cold as if the very life were drained from me, for as the stranger's paws possessively tighten, his gravelly voice steals all the warmth from me in the same way that shadows would consume a flickering flame.

Death: “You thought you could run away from me? Qué lindo~" I yank myself from his paws faster than I can register the action, and with how the wolf releases me from his grip without a fight, I end up throwing myself right to the floor! My panicked gaze immediately shoots up towards the lupine, and despite expecting to see him with his blade raised in preparation to take my life, fear and confusion collide as I watch him raise a single finger towards the distance, and with a flick of his tail and a glint in his eyes, the lupine growls out.

Death: “Go ahead, run, it will only make claiming you all the more satisfying~" Terror guides me more desperately than any amount of cognition ever could, for I scramble to my feet and flee, pounding on every door I pass and screaming at the top of my lungs for help, yet no matter how loud I yell or how frantically I bang on each room, no one emerges to save me.

Fear guides each miscalculated step I take, and despite understanding that looking back will only slow me down more, I can't help but cast a quick glance over my shoulder, and while I had imagined to find the wolf chasing me, for his blades to be drawn and for his hackle to be raised, fright pulses through my veins more fiercely than before when I find him missing.

Adrenaline surges through me and powers each thunderous step that echoes down the hall, and as I scramble around the next corner, charging down the last of the hallways, I trip up the stairs and burst through the doors so violently that I all but throw myself to the floor!

Even though my heart is pounding in my ears and muffling the sound of my panting, it's still not enough to drown out the darkwave music pulsing through the space around me just as heavily as the pungent stench of sex permeants the hallways downstairs. The club is absolutely pack with people of different species, with all of them being lost in flashing strobe lights, obscured by narcotic laced smoke, and stained with the smell of alcohol and sweat.

My gaze immediately turns onto the bouncer on my right who is looking at me as if I were an out of control drunk, and despite how I'm smeared in blood, matted with sweat, and heaving for breath as if I just had an intense orgasm, I highly doubt it's the first time he's ever seen someone in such a state.

I'm about to rush towards him, to scream how there's a maniac chasing me with farm tools, but the unmistakable sound of the wolf unsheathing his blades at my back immediately causes me to cry out in fright, and much like how I had torn through the hallways downstairs, I blindly throw myself forward.

Slamming into the many beastfolk crowding the walkway, I stumble on every other step as I squeeze past warm bodies and desperately claw my way towards salvation. As soon as I spot the bar, I become so hyper focused on reaching it that I don't even consider asking any of the people who berate me for help, so desperate to reach what I perceive as safety that I literally get tunnel vision. I know that as soon as I reach the bartender, I'll be safe, whether that's through being kicked out for disturbing the patrons or rescued when I explain myself.

Pushing past a large rhino, I'm about to run the last few feet towards the counter, but fear and confusion cripple me, for in place of the bartender is a giant wolf with blood red eyes. He's smiling right at me, licking his lips in the most provocative way imaginable before mouthing something I cannot discern. Yet despite his voice being lost in the blaring bass, the wolf's words ring crystal clear, echoing in my ear as if he were whispering them against my neck. He tells me to run, and that's exactly what I do.

I turn to flee but crash right into a table and knock over every glass on it, and when a pair of rough paws grab me by the broken harness hanging from my chest, I wail out in despair as I'm wrenched from the wet surface, fully expecting to find myself caught by this wolf who seems to vanish from one place and reappear in another, but instead I find myself coming face to face with a very angry tiger who starts shouting at me.

Tiger: “What's your problem!?" He shakes me around as if to elicit an answer, and despite the snarl in his voice or the furrow of his brows, I desperately grab one of the tiger's arms and point behind him towards the bar.

Brent: “H-he's trying to kill me!" The feline's face scrunches up in clear disbelief, but turns to look over his shoulder all the same.

Tiger: “Who, the bartender? Are you stoned or something?" I part my lips to explain further, but when the tiger's words register properly, I instead find myself looking around his side to point out the wolf, but when I find the lupine to be missing, my blood runs cold, and not only because the tiger's grip on me immediately tightens, but as his warm breath washes over my face, I find his annoying tone to be replaced with a very playful one.

???: “Isn't this fun, cariño~? It really gets my blood pumping!" My skin prickles as the tiger's voice changes into a deeply Hispanic one, and when I see that the stripped paws holding me in place have suddenly turned into ghostly white ones, my gaze shoots up to his face when I realise that the wolf has once again caught me.

Death: “You'll not get very far if this is the best you can do, mortal~" I'm not sure if adrenaline fuels my strength or if the lupine had simply let me go, but I escape his grip and crash through the crowd on the dancefloor, shoving and pushing my way through the sweaty bodies as I try to make it towards the entrance, but I barely get a few feet in before someone wraps their arms around my chest and pulls me backwards till I'm fully encased within their warmth.

???: “Hrm~ We could always have a little bit of fun before I devour you, cariño. Wouldn't you like that~?" I don't even need to look up to know whose bulge is pressing into the back of my neck, because if his masculine voice weren't already a dead give-away, then the possessive paws holding me in place are more than enough to tell me that the wolf has once again vanished from one place and reappeared in another faster than anyone could rightfully move.

The grip encircling me is loose enough that I'm able to push free without much effort, and as I crash into partygoers upon my escape, my gaze shooting over my shoulder to find the wolf even as people shove me away, I once again find him nowhere to be see. The idea that a guy twice my size can vanish from sight without a trace is just as ridiculous as the notion that I'm being chased by a blade wielding maniac, yet before I can turn to flee again, before I can even figure out which way the entrance is, I yelp in pain as something sharp nips at my arm, but even as I spin in place to find my assaulter, I'm barely able to catch the tip of the metallic blade which had cut me as it slithers its way back into the sweaty crowd.

I'm blinded by fear as I run, disorientated and not even sure which way I'm going, but I flee from the retreating sickle, stumbling and tripping as I try to escape the wolf who seems to be everywhere and nowhere all at once, but once again, I'm barely able to make it a few metres before I'm captured in arms that are becoming far too familiar.

Death: “Just can't keep away from me, can you~?" A long wet tongue drags over my face as soon as I look up, and as I push myself from the lupine's grasp and wipe the saliva from my eyes, I don't even bother looking for the wolf, for my feet blindly carry me away from his voice and though the crowd, seeking help from each and every person that I bump into, but without fail, I'm shoved, and pushed, and chased away with a look of disgust by everyone I cling to, but considering I'm covered in blood and sweat, that I'm panting more than a bitch in heat and probably have a very terrified look in my eyes, I wouldn't be surprised if they all just assume I'm simply freaking out after having taken too many drugs.

I stumble and squeeze my way through the crowd without direction, uncaring of how roughly I shove or how violently I push people out of my way, for my desperation to survive has taken over completely, and as I break through the mass of writhing bodies, spilling into an open space like a cock slipping from a well lubed ass, relief instantly fills me when I see the fire escape not 10 metres away, and while the sight of the bouncer standing beside it gives me a brief moment of hope, I instead chose to abandon this place and crash through the doorway without a word, tripping into the chilly embrace of night with a strangled gasp.

I don't dare stop to rest, not even as the metal door slams shut behind me. I immediately turn to flee before I can even catch my balance and mindlessly run towards the end of the alleyway, focused on nothing else but the streetlamps which mark my salvation, but as I tear down the filthy passage, stumbling on heavy feet and slipping through questionable stains, a loud crash behind me causes me to miss my next step and slam face first right into the dirty cement!

My head rings and stars fill my vision as I struggle to push myself from the ground, yet even with how disorientated I am and how sharp a surge of pain shoots through my face, I still heft myself to my feet and try to brush off the dizzy spell by shaking my head, but that only helps in making me lose my balance.

With my hands on my knees and my vision clouded by more than just tears, the buzzing in my ears rings so loud that I can hear nothing else as I straighten up and try to gather my bearings, but as the pain turns into a dull throb, as the ringing in my ears begins to clear, so too does a very different sound take its place.

Where once a high-pitched drone had deafened me to all else, a distinctive whistle cuts through the air like a razor-blade; Sharp in pitch and melodic in tone, and as it echoes off the concrete walls much like how the wolf's voice once bled from every corner of the sex chamber, my bleary gaze shoots up to find the lupine from before standing at the fire escape I had just fallen through with both his sickles drawn and his blood red gaze locked on me.

All other sound slips away much like how the dim lights casting shadows over the alley shy away from the wolf as if unable to compete with the darkness his very presence alone brings, and as my breath catches in my throat and my skin turns cold, the sombre tune he whistles starts guiding my frantic pulse as if the wolf held more sway over my own heart than I do.

Death: “You are mine, mortal, and I will claim your soul no matter how far you run." He chuckles darkly while spinning the sickles in both his paws, and as his whistle rings out once again, pitching in tune with my racing heart, agency finally returns to my frozen body as the lupine takes his very first step forward.

I spin on my heels and blindly rush forward, tripping over crates and crashing into dumpsters as I make a mad dash for the exit, yet no matter how fast I run or how much closer I draw to safety, the shrill sound of the wolf's song increases in tone and intensity till it feels as if his voice were washing over the back of my neck, and despite the fear hardening my veins and weakening my legs, I don't stop or dare turn back. My gaze is set firmly on the exit, and as I spill from the alley like bat out of hell, I don't even have a chance to turn up the street, for with a sound just as jarring as the lupine's deafening whistle, something crashes into me and steals the ground out from under my feet!

Brent: “!!!" For a moment, I fear that it's the wolf who's tackled me, but as I slide over a smooth surface before crashing into the unforgiving tar, not only do the sounds of night return just as harshly as the pain that shoots through my legs, but I realise that what had hit me was not my hunter, but a taxicab.

???: “What do you think you're doing!?" The accent that echoes out is completely different from the one still echoing in my mind, and as I push myself from the ground and cringe from the pain, I watch dumbly as a weasel jumps out his car, rushes to the front of it, and starts running his paws over the hood before turning his scowl upon me.

Weasel: “You can be lucky you didn't leave a dent! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were looking for a la– HEY!" Without paying the mustelid any mind, I scramble to my feet and jump into the backseat of his taxi before slamming the door shut.

Weasel: “Get the fuck out! Who do you think you are!?" He moves to open the door and more than likely to try throw me out, but I tug on the handle and keep it closed while shaking my head and screaming in panic.

Brent: “Get me out of here! I'll pay you DOUBLE!" The weasel freezes mid-tug, and as he looks at my miserable state through the window, more than likely assessing if I'm crazy or if I even have enough money for his fare, the mustelid huffs out and shakes his head after a second of contemplation.

Weasel: “You better not be lying to me or I'm taking you right to the cops! You got blood all over my bonnet, so don't think you're getting away without paying." Despite his complaints, the weasel walks to the front of his car and once again makes sure I didn't damage it.

Brent: “We have to go NOW!" My heart is hammering in my chest so painfully that it feels as if I could go into cardiac arrest, and as I watch the mustelid shake his head while trying to clean my blood from the vehicle, I consider jumping into the driver's seat and stealing his cab, but as I remember the wolf was hot on my heels, my gaze quickly shoots out the opposite window and down the alleyway, fully expecting to find that psycho glaring at me from the shadows, but as I find the passage devoid of all life, I blink in confusion as my gaze dances between the trash I knocked over and the backdoor of the club I just fled from.

Brent: “ AAHH!" I scream in fright as a door suddenly slams shut and all but throw myself out the taxi, but as I look up to find the weasel staring at me with wide, accusatory eyes, my panic settles as he squints at me for a moment longer before offering a far more concerned expression.

Weasel: “Hey, so… Do you want me to take you to a hospital or something? I don't know what drugs you're on, but clearly–"

Brent: “N-no. Please, please just drive. Please." He eyes me off for a few seconds longer, but shrugs his shoulders and starts up the car without another word, and as he pulls off and starts down the road, I sigh in tentative relief as I collapse into the timeworn seat.

I'm absolutely drenched in sweat and covered in a combination of drying blood and whatever grime I collected in the alley, and as my haggard gasping for air slowly settles into painful huffs for breath, my racing heart stops thundering in my chest enough for me to hear my own thoughts again, but it's right as the adrenaline starts to wear off, as the reality of what just happened finally sinks in, that a very sharp and very familiar whistle echoes out into the night and causes my blood to stall once again.

Twisting around in my seat so fast that I cause the driver alarm, I ignore his complaints for me to sit down and instead look straight out the back window, and as my frantic gaze darts through the shadows, my breath catches in my throat as I watch the silvery wolf step out from the alleyway with his sickles in paw before stopping in the middle of the road and turning to face me with a grin spread across his devilish face.

Brent: “Drive, drive, DRIVE!!!" I scream over my shoulder at the weasel who stops at a red light, but he ignores my pleading by threatening to take me to a hospital yet again, and while seeking help from a doctor, or better yet the police, might be a good idea, I just want to get home so this nightmare can finally end.

As the light turns green and the taxi lurches forward, my gaze shoots out the back window as I hear the wolf's whistle begin to soften and fade, and as my eyes latch onto his darkened figure which seems to be distorting and blending into the shadows, I don't dare look away from his scarlet red gaze as they shimmers and gleams in the darkness like candles in the wind, but as I next blind, as I close my eyes for the briefest of seconds, the wolf who calls himself Death vanishes without a trace…

Fear & Beseechment

Nervously peering through the boarded-up window, my eyes frantically scan the dark street outside my apartment for any sign of the psycho wolf, and even though I don't spot neither fang nor claw, it still feels as if he's hiding behind every corner, watching me from every shadow, and lurking just out of sight…

It's been a whole week since that lunatic had attacked me in the sex dungeon, a full seven days since he chased me down that alley, and while I haven't yet felt so close to death as I did that night, I still see, hear, and feel the lupine's presence wherever I go.

Sometimes the shadowed wolf would appear in the distances, grinning as he says something which I would taste more than hear, something which felt more like a warm breath upon my neck than a whisper in the distance. While at other times, I'd see his manic expression reflected in every storefront I'd pass, or see him standing right behind me through the mirror in my bathroom, and no matter how much I've tried to convince myself that it was all in my head, that “Death" hadn't actually try to kill me, I just can't seem to escape the feeling that he's been watching my every step.

I had tried going back to work the very next morning of my encounter with the wolf, tried acting like I hadn't just been chased down by some psychopath wielding blades meant to harvest grain, but then I started to see him everywhere I looked. First, I'd catch part of a white tail slipping around a corner, or I'd just be sitting at my desk and then I'd sudden feel his breath upon my neck. I really did try to act like everything was fine, but as the days went by, the more if felt as if Death was closing in, as if his very shadow began to stretch over me…

Brent: “…" I've never put much faith into anything spiritual, but with how that wolf had vanished and reappeared in other places as if by magick, how the very world around him seemed to darken, and how all it took were three simple words for my life to flash before my eyes, it… It was too real to be explained away by science, too unearthly to be rationalised with logic, and too unsettling to be anything more than what that wolf had claimed himself to be.

Brent: “Death…" I knew from the very moment I had laid eyes upon the lupine that he wasn't normal, and not in some quirky “I-get-hard-from-making-people-scream" kind of way, but more so from something unnatural, something so extramundane that no part of me can doubt a single word he said that night, and not just because the wolf told me things I've never spoken aloud, nor because he showed me every moment of pain I've ever felt simply by looking into my eyes, but it's this unnatural feeling he exudes which has convinced me that this wolf really is Death, that he is the very embodiment of darkness and suffering.

I had tried going to the police for help, and while I didn't tell exactly them that the grim reaper himself were trying to kill me, they didn't do anything more than investigate the sex club and take pictures of my wounds, saying there's nothing they can do without a culprit, and that if I really wanted, I could sleep at the station, which I had dumbly believed would work at time, but I couldn't escape Death simply by sleeping elsewhere.

The wolf had appeared that very night, pinning me to the bed with my face shoved into the pillow and his heavy body suffocating me in the blankets as the lupine rubbed his hardened length against my ass, yet right before my eyes could roll back into my skull, right before Death could claim me, the wolf had vanished without a trace, disappearing alongside the shadows that receded from my eyes as I jumped out of bed and choked for breath.

I realised that night that I wasn't going to be safe anywhere, and that being at home was far more secure an option, and so far, I haven't seen the wolf once since that night in the police station, yet despite this false sense of security, I know that I cannot stay here forever, and not just because I don't have any food left in my cupboards, but because if I don't get help soon, I know that I'll die.

Turning to look around my chaotic apartment, my lips pull into a thin line as my gaze drifts from the front door which I've bolted up with a list of different locks, to the boarded-up windows in my living room, and to the mess of food containers littering the floor. I've secured this place as best I could with what I bought from the hardware store, but even having makeshift weapons stashed in various compartments of my flat doesn't help to make me feel safe.

Crouching down and digging through the backpack at my feet, I rifle through the clothes and freak out for a moment when I don't find what I'm looking for, but as my fingers curl around the cold metal handle, I sigh out in relief while turning my gaze back towards the front door as I contemplate this week.

I didn't know what to do at first, honestly, I just felt like curling up in bed and crying, but I knew that staying here wasn't an option, so I got hold of my old high school buddy who dabbled in the occult, and while at first he thought I was trying to prank him, Donovan quickly realised how serious I was when I explained in detail just what has been happening to me, and much to my surprise, he actually said that he can help, that all I have to do is get to this apartment and he'll–

Brent: “!!!" I jump to my feet as something vibrates against my leg, and as I stumble back while waving my gun around, it takes me a second longer than I'd like to admit that I just got a fright of my own phone, but with how little I've slept, how I pass our from exhaustion before waking up an hour or so later, my nerves are not faring any better than my sleep deprived mind.

Sighing out in embarrassment as I stash the gun back in my bag and fish my phone from my pocket, I barely finish reading the text before I'm pressing my shoulder against the wooden planks and looking through them to the darkened street where I see my füber waiting for me.

Picking my bag up and slipping it over my shoulder in the same motion that I shove my phone into my pocket, I carefully creep towards door and find myself hesitating as I reach out unlock the first deadbolt.

Brent: “…" I'm scared… I've never been more scared to do anything in my entire life than I am right now. I'm terrified that if I open the door, Death will be on me like maggots on meat, digging his blades through my ribcage as his fangs cut through my neck, that all it would take is for me to step foot outside my apartment and I'd die.

As I feel myself spinning out of control, I latch on to whatever reason I can, telling myself that if I stay here, I'll die; If not from starvation, then from my own insanity. I need to get to that witchdoctor Donovan told me about, and if I don't head downstairs right now, the driver will leave no matter how many times I tell him I'm on my way. This is my last chance, and if I miss it, I won't see the end of this week.

Steeling my resolve through a shuddered sigh, I unlock each deadbolt, unhook every latch, and then very, very slowly open the door till I can peek through the gap, and with my heart hammering in my chest and my gaze dancing around the empty space outside my door, I even more carefully poke my head out before quickly looking both ways.

Brent: “…" While the hallway is brightly lit and as mundane as ever, it feels as if the stale air filling the passage is tainted with malice, heavy with a sense of doom which screams for me to hide, but I don't have a choice in backing out. I'll die here if I don't leave right now.

My legs quiver as I step out of my flat and silently close the door behind me, and after staying glued to the door long enough to assure that the wolf isn't going to appear out of thin air, I move to walk down the hallway, but as I take my first step, a cold chill runs down my spine and my entire body stiffens as fear grips me so fiercely that it feels as if constricting arms encircle me. Every instinct is screaming for me to go back inside, but as my phone buzzes once again, the sensation is startling enough to snap me back to reality, and while every step feels like torture, I push through the fear and slink down the passage.

My heart is pounding so hard that it feels as if it's lodged in my throat, my skin prickling with such a heavy sense of unease that even the brush of my clothes makes me twitch, and my mind racing with so many panicked thoughts that I can barely keep my focus on anything but the image of Death suddenly spawning from the shadows and killing me.

I make sure to walk on the far side of every door I pass, half expecting the wolf to leap from each room, fearing that all it would take is to give him a single opening and he would sink his fangs into my neck, and as I reach the end of the hallway and brace myself against the wall, this feeling has never felt stronger.

Reassuring myself through a few positive words, I reach into my backpack and assure my grip on the pistol before looking down each corridor and then very hastily rushing across to the elevator and mashing the call button.

Pressing my back against the metal doors as I turn to look back the way I came, I smash the button as fast as I can while feeling more and more vulnerable with each frantic breath I take, consumed by the thought that the longer I'm out in the open, the easier it would be for Death to find me.

I become so consumed in my own mind that when the doors at my back open with a loud ding, I quite literally throw myself to the floor and raise the gun, but as I lay on my back and stare at the empty elevator, I soon scramble to my feet and stumble inside before repeatedly mashing the close button.

Brent: “Cummon, cummon!" Looking down the passageway I just came from as the doors start to close, I half expect for the wolf to appear, for his fingers to curl around the metal and catch me before I can get away, but even as the heavy doors close, even as I switch to pressing the ground floor button, and even as the grinding of gears above me echo out enough to drown out my horror-stricken thoughts, I breathe out a rattled sigh and slump against the wall.

Brent: “F-fuck…" I've filled my life by chasing all kinds of thrills, but having spent this entire week consumed by fear has drained me in ways I never imagined possible. I'm not sure if it's just the lack of sleep or from being under stress for so long, but there was this moment last night where it felt as if I were sinking into another world, as if I had suddenly fallen into another universe, for even as I awoke this morning, even as I spent the entire day keeping watch for Death, the strange feeling that I'm trapped inside of a dream hasn't left me. it feels as if I've stumbled into a nightmare I cannot awake from, as if I–

Brent: “ AHH!!" The lights flash and the elevator suddenly jolts, rocking side to side as a painful scraping sound echoes out overhead, and before I even realise what I'm doing, I pull the gun from my bag and shoved myself into the nearest corner, but as soon as I raise it to take aim, to shoot at the first thing that tries to gran me, the lights flicker back to life and the rattling carriage steadies itself as it slowly continues its staggered descent.

Brent: “I-it's fine, I'm fine." These words feel as hollow as the space around me, devoid of conviction and as false as the brave face reflected back at me through the mirror lining the wall.

Despite the beating of my heart and the racing thoughts keeping me on edge, I calm down enough to realise that I've been gripping the gun so hard that my -knuckles have turned white. I try to relax, to stop staring at the ceiling as if the wolf were about to burst through it, to imagine him appearing in my terrified reflection, and just as I sigh out a breath, right as I lower the pistol, a blaring ding rings out so abruptly that I very nearly fire off a shot as the doors slide open!

As I remain stiff in place, the gun aimed out the door and every nerve in my body twitching, the sight of the lobby stretching out before me slowly reminds me of my urgency, so with a nervous gulp and one last word or reassurance, I slide the pistol back into my bag and hug it close to my stomach with my fingers curled tightly around the grip and then hesitantly step out from the elevator.

As I creep down the empty lobby, my phone vibrates in my pocket once again, but I don't get I fright of it this time, partially because I can see the driver through the front windows, but mostly because I'm more focused on scanning every shadowed corner of the room as I fast walk through the empty space.

I don't see the wolf anywhere, but I can feel his gaze creeping up my neck, his hot breath washing over my skin with every frantic step, and his claws raking down my spine the closer I get to the entrance. My pace hastens as this unnerving feeling grows so strong that I swear I can feel his jaws closing in around me, and as I reach the doors, I abandon all sense of subtly and burst through them, scramble across the pavement, and then jump into the backseat before slamming the door shut so loudly that the driver shouts in fright.

???: “ Jesus , dude! What's the rush?" The füber driver, who I quickly realise to be a chubby badger with messy fur and a pungent odour, looks at me as if expecting a response, but I ignore his questioning gaze in favour of looking back at the entrance for any sign of Death.

Brent: “J-just drive, please." I hear him part his lips as if to respond, perhaps to ask if I'm okay or to question what I'm so nervous about, but the drive relents through a resigned chuckle.

Badger: “Sure thing, dude. I don't know what you're on, but don't take anymore, alright? I'll get in trouble if you OD in my car." I would have rolled my eyes for such a stupid comment if I wasn't so hyper focused on searching every corner of the moonlit street. That feeling of being enshadowed by Death may have vanished as soon as I closed the door, but the feeling of being hunted remains just as strong. I can feel his scarlet gaze digging into my skin, latching on like fangs sinking into my neck, but no matter where I look, I just can't find where he is watching me from…

As the badger pulls away with a slight jerk, I tense, digging my fingers into the polyester seat as I turn to watch the entrance of my apartment, fearing that Death will step out from it at any moment now, to suddenly give chase and hunt me down as if I were actual prey, but as we drive down the block, I finally relax enough to turn my attention upon the mustelid.

Brent: “C-could you drive faster?" I catch his gaze through the rear-view mirror, and while the smell of weed was already enough to tell me that this guy is a stoner, his bloodshot eyes give me such a fright that I almost mistake him for the wolf.

Badger: “Nah, dude. Company rules. It's already risky for me to be driving so far out, and with how high you are, I'm putting myself in a lot of danger." I wonder if he'd still be smiling if he knew how true that statement really is.

Badger: “So, dude, whatcha gonna do outta town? Visiting friends or something?" I cast the badger another side glance, finding his friendly smile to be a striking contrast against the anxiety gripping my chest, before turning my attention back out across the street, watching as we turn into a side road and start making our way downtown,

Brent: “Y-yeah. Something like that…" Digging through my bag and making sure the gun is still there, I secure it at my side and relax into my seat, wondering if it would be safe enough for me to take a quick nap or not, but before I can close my eyes, the badger speaks up yet again.

Badger: “You sure you're alright, man? You not gonna die on me or anything?" Huffing out a dry laugh at this guy's poor choice of words, I decide to ignore him and pull out my phone to check my messages.

Badger: “Uh… Okay?" I can feel the badger's eyes on me as I scroll through my apps and open the last chat I had with Donovan to double check the time he said we'd be meeting that witchdoctor tomorrow.

Badger: “Hey, dude? We've got a long journey ahead of us, so I was thinking, maybe we can make a pitstop down the road and smoke a joint or grab a bite, you know? Something to help you calm down." I frown and look up to find the mustelid smiling warmly through the rear-view mirror, and while I try to come up with a response that won't make me sound like an asshole, the sour expression on my face must be enough of an answer for him, because the badger raises his paws in apology before just as quickly reaffirming his grip on the steering wheel when the car swerves.

Badger: “Fine, fine, just don't come crying to me when you come down from you're high and feel like shit." Grumbling as I try to distract myself with my phone, I don't get very far, and not because of the driver this time, no, he thankfully got the hint and slumped back into his seat with a frown, the reason I become distracted is because I realise just how deep into the bad side of town we are from how little light illuminates the streets. In fact, if it wasn't for the moon casting shadows on the ground, we'd be bathed in complete darkness.

This part of the city is mostly filled with factories and abandoned buildings which have long since been condemned, and if I didn't know any better, I'd think this badger was lost, but according to the map on my phone, this appears to be the quickest way out of the city, not that this brings me any relief, for the deeper we drive down the darkened street, the more uneasy I begin to feel.

A far too familiar disquiet begins to fill me with each consecutive breath, for when my neck prickles as if a hot breath were washing over my skin, when a shiver runs down my spine as if someone were raking their claws down my back, and as a frigid cold creeps in from every crevice and shadow, I can physically feel Death's presence draw near, so close in fact that it feels as if he were raking his fangs over my neck with hungry delight.

Before I can start freaking out, before I can even move to look out the window for any sign of the wolf, I go absolutely ridged when a very faint sound starts to grow in pitch, one that is so soft at first that I don't even notice it, but as it becomes as discernible as an echoing voice, as it sharpens into a strident whistle that pierces my thoughts, fear washes over me like a heavy cloak which makes even the slightest of movements difficult.

With how terror courses through my veins and panic clouds my vision, it almost feels unnatural to move as I look out each window, I almost feel sluggish as I scanning the darkened streets for any sign of the wolf, but I do not find him amidst the transients huddled around a burning drum, not between the abandoned structures covered in graffiti, and not even in the winding alleyways lit by moonlight, yet despite this, his song rings so loud that it feels as if he were sitting right beside me.

The feeling of dread which has followed me all week has been getting stronger with every day. I went from feeling as if Death was around every corner, to knowing he was watching me from every shadow, to physically feeling his touch, but never has it felt as intense as it does now. It feels as if his arms were wrapped around me, as if I had willingly thrown myself into Death's embrace by climbing into this car, but just as quickly as his whistle freezes the blood in my veins, just as quickly as I consider leaping from the vehicle, so too does it cut out like an aria coming to an abrupt end.

Brent: “…" The silence is somehow even more agonising than the sharp pitch of Death's whistle. I feel frozen, unable to move as if simply breathing would spell my demise, that all it would take is a single gasp for the wolf to find me, for him to lunge from the shadows and sink his blade into my neck.

Badger: “Dude, I'm serious. If you keep freaking out like this, I'mma have to take you to the hospital." I turn to look at the driver through the review mirror as his voice snaps me out of my stupor, but as I meet his reflection, the red eyes I find burning in the mirror are not the same bloodshot ones I had found a moment ago.

Death: “Hola, cariño~ Thought you could escape, did you? Heh, don't you realise that your soul already belongs to me~?" All light fades under his words, as if the wolf's mere presence were enough to drain the life out of this already darkened night, and as his eyes sharp in the mirror, as his red gaze glows even more intensely than the moon, it quite literally feels as if he starts to siphon the light from within me.

Death: “What's the matter, mortal, not happy to see me~? Porque estoy muy excitado~" I'm not sure if it's the way he growls these words out or from how Death licks his lips, but reality returns to me with a surge of adrenaline, and without even considering the repercussions of what I'm about to do, I open the door to my right and throw myself from the car!

All the air is forced from my lungs as I crash into the sidewalk, stolen from me as if I were tackled by a sumo wrestler, yet as I come to a rolling stop, groaning in pain as the road rash burns my arms, fright forces me to my feet, for as the vehicle's break lights wash over me, as the sound of the drivers' door swings open, I push myself to my trembling legs and scuttle down the closest alley, crying out in pain as I blindly run into the darkness.

Badger: “ DUDE! Come back!" My pace falters as I register it's the driver's voice and not Death's, but as I turn to glance over my shoulder, my blood runs cold as the figure I find eclipsed by the brake lights is the very same demon I've been trying to escape all week.

I start running before I can even look away, racing down the passage even the Badger's voice calls out again. The alleyway is barely 4 metres wide and cluttered with so much garbage that I end up crashing into empty barrels and knocking over rusted crates, but that's still not enough to impede my escape.

My heart is pounding like a drum, hammering inside my chest with each uncoordinated and strangling every frantic breath I take as I throw myself deeper into the darkness. It feels as if the shadows lining the ways are chasing me, as if the twisting shapes cast upon the bricks were reaching out to grab and subdue me, extending like fingers looking to ensnare and devour, like tongues lashing out to taste me, and it's as I try to escape their vile touch that I don't realise I've become completely lost to the very darkness I was trying to escape.

It feels as if I become consumed by a nightmare, as if I were suddenly thrown into a waking dream where every step lures me closer and closer to an end I don't so much as see, but one that I can feel draw near with every step, something which can only be tasted upon the air and something which can only be felt in my veins: I'm being hunted, and I can feel Death's approach, closing in all around me faster than I could ever hope to run.

A loud crash has my gaze shooting backwards, and through the swathing darkness, I see something move, something which shifts through the shadows like a cold breath, phasing through the air like a pulse of fear, like a whisper upon my neck that promises the end. I can't hear the wolf's footsteps, nor see his blood red eyes glowing in the darkness, but I can feel him chasing me, stalking me as if I were prey to kill, game for him to hunt, as if my very desperation to live were so tantalising to Death that he can nolonger contain his hunger.

Slipping through grime and crashing over garbage, I come to a crossroad and hastily turn to flee down the right path, but as soon as I rush around the corner, I become engulfed in two strong arms, and as a paw slithers around the back of my head and forces my face into the contours of his ballsack, Death's gravelly voice washes over me like a winter's chill.

Death: “Isn't this fun, cariño~? Oh, how much I've missed the thrill of the hunt!" As his hot breath washes over the top of my head, something long and slimy curls behind my ear and wraps itself around my neck. I stiffen with fear, unable to even move as I feel Death part his jaws before slowly dragging his lips over my skull and into his yawning mouth, sucking my entire head into his maw, but as his fangs scape along my forehead, as I feel the wolf's spit smear into my skink, life comes crashing back to me just as fiercely as my need to survive.

I pull my head out from his mouth in the same motion that I shove the wolf backwards, and while the force isn't nearly enough to move him, my skull slips from his lips with a wet pop. I stumble as I run, barely able to catch myself as I put everything I have into tearing down the passage and screaming for help, but as I race through the alleyway while trying to open any door that I pass, a louder, and far more ominous sound drowns out my voice, echoing off the walls and ringing in my ears with such haunting tone that pierces my very soul.

Brent: “ HELP! Somebody, please help me!" Death's harrowing voice bellows out in laughter as I cry into the night, whistling as he rakes his sickles over the brick walls as if to show how hungry they are to taste my flesh, how ravenously he's going to enjoy claiming my life.

Death: “Core, core, core! Isn't this thrilling , cariño!?" Whatever fog had clouded my mind was instantly cleared the very moment life had returned to me. My legs that had once felt weak now surge with strength my tired body shouldn't contain. My skin that had once felt cold now prickles with fear. And my heart that had once stopped now races with a desperate need to survive.

Every muscle burns with effort as I stumble and crash through the alley, driven by panic and fuelled by adrenaline. Yet no matter how fast I run, or how far I get, Death's whistle only grows louder, echoing off the walls until it feels as if it were coming from within my head! I move to cover my ears as the pain becomes too much, but as soon as I hunch forward with my eyes shut, as soon as I scream out as if to chase it away, the ringing in my ears is abruptly replaced with a warm breath that washes over my neck.

Death: “You're not making this very hard, little mortal, and I thought you were supposed to be good at making things hard~" I don't even have a chance to try and escape the lecherous paws which trace down along my back, because these very same paws wrap around my hips and move to slip beneath my waistband.

Fright surges through me as Death's fingers slide into my pants, curling with lust as the wolf digs his claws into my flesh, and I'm not sure if Death's grip on me is simply loose or if I catch him off guard with how quickly I move, but I slip from the wolf's embrace and scramble forward through the darkness as the lupine chuckles in dark amusement.

Death: “That's right, keep running~ It only makes this more fun for me!" I feel like I'm nearing my limit, that my body will give out under the very next step I take. Not only am I drained from how little sleep I've had this week, but I'm mentally exhausted from the insane amount of stress I've suffered, and with how little I've eaten in these past few days, I don't exactly have the energy to be running for my life, but something in me, some primal instinct that sparks at the very core of my being, takes over. It drives me to live, to put everything I've got into every step, because the next one could very well be my last.

Where once Death's silent footfalls had followed me like whispers caught upon the wind, I now hear each echo of his padded feet hitting the cement as he gives chase, each haggard breath he heaves as he hunts me down, and every hungry growl he barks out as he cuts the distance between us.

Terror and chaos collide like innocence being taken by a harsh truth, stolen like hope given to a dying man. The wolf's steps echo like the rush of thunder, racing to the pulse of my heart and deafening me to all else. It feels like he's right on top of me, that Death is so close to me that I can feel his lips curl along my neck. Yet right before he can claim me, right as the wolf moves to sink his fangs into my flesh, I throw myself into a wooden fence and crash through the rotten wood as I spill out into a much wider area.

I'm on my feet before I even realise I'm moving, but as I run out into the open space, I quickly realise that something feels… Different. That heavy sense of dread which had weighed over me like a shroud now feels much lighter, untainted to the point that I can almost feel my thoughts clearing through each haggard breath I wheeze in, and as I look over my shoulder and realise that Death has once again vanished, that even his presence suddenly feels dulled, I slowly come to an uneasy halt as exhaustion takes hold.

With my hands on my knees and every muscle in my body burning, I feel like I'm about to pass out, that all it would take is for me to choke on a single breath and the world would go dark forever, but through the lingering fear, I force myself to stand up straight, to turn around and try to figure out exactly where I am and how I can get out of here.

Where once the towering walls of the alleyway had suffocated me like jaws enclosing around my neck, the empty lot I now find myself in feels uncomfortable in the most unnatural of ways. I don't feel safe out here in the open, and not just because there's nowhere to hide in what appears to be an old parking lot, but because there is something eerily daunting about how quiet it became as soon as I threw myself through those boards.

Looking over my shoulder and back into at the alley, I hold my breath while scanning the shadows. I feel uneasy just looking at the murky darkness as it swaths and oozes like liquid, heavy and stifling in such a corporeal way that I can almost feel them reaching out to me from here.

Taking a few more steps away from the veiled passage, I turn to walk down the empty lol as quietly as I can. My legs are trembling as I step along the sunken and cracked asphalt, echoing my footfalls no matter how quietly I try to walk. Every sound I feels abnormally loud, enhanced as if I were the only living thing that existed in this space, as if there were no signs of life for miles and miles, that despite being able to see the city lights in the distance, I am the only thing capable of producing sound.

The parking lot is about 50 metres from side to side and double that length forward, it's fenced in by the towering walls of the surrounding factories and abandoned structures, with alleyways, boarded up back doors, and piles of broken equipment littering the walls, and while I was drowned in darkness back a few moments ago, out here, only the passing clouds cast shadows, tracing across the starless sky and stealing moments of light.

I tread carefully across the tar, slowing my breath as I look from the massive pipes stacked beside one building and then to an even larger metal tank lying on its side. I always knew that downtown was filled with enough abandoned structures for it to be a ghost town, but I never knew it was so bad that it'd feel as if I were the only person out here, and I'm not sure if that's because of how quiet it's b ecome, or the fear still hanging over my shoulder, prickling the back of my neck as if to remind me that I'm not safe.

Looking from the boarded-up windows to the loading bay doors lining each building, I consider if hiding inside one would be safer than sneaking around out in the open. I feel really exposed out here, nervous in the same way I had felt all week. I reach to pull out the gun from my backpack when–

Brent: “Fuck…" I only realise it now, but not only have I lost my phone, but I left my backpack in the car when I barrel rolled out of it, and with it, the only real weapon I had to defend myself. I mean, I'm not even sure if a gun would do anything against this demon wolf hunting me, but I certainly did feel safer with it…

Breathing out a stifled sigh, I creep across the abandoned parking lot while keeping my eyes peeled for anything, and it's as I look from wall to wall that I catch sight of something in the distance. I turn to gape at the light which burns like a candle in the dark, standing out so brightly that I don't know how I had missed it till now, and as I squint, trying to make out exactly what it is, I soon realise what I'm looking at is a small guard post that not only has electricity, but seems to be manned by someone!

Brent: “HE–" I realise far too late how stupid it is to scream out into the night and try to silence my shout mid-cry, but my voice pierces the shadows like a knife between a ribcage, cutting through the air like a blade slicing a neck open.

I remain frozen in place, as stone still as the blood in my veins. I can almost feel something stirring in the darkness as my voice echoes out, feel its eyes crawling over my back, it's breath washing over the walls like a humid breeze, and it's hunger deepening as it draws near with fangs bared.

It feels as if time stops, as if the world around me slows down under this monster's suffocating approach. The air is thick with unease, heavy with the foulest sense of dread as my heart pounds so loudly within my chest that I fear it may give me away, that I'm sweating so profusely my smell will lead Death right to me, but just as suddenly as this growing sense of unease causes my legs to tremble, so too does it suddenly begin to fade, receding like a predator skulking back to its den, and as this disquiet fades, the scream caught in my throat is silenced by a gasp for breath.

I nearly collapse as all the tension suddenly dissipates, as Death's overwhelming presence creeps back into the shadows like words never meant to be said, and while just thinking of the wolf is enough to fill me quiver, it's the very thought of Death which keeps me from collapsing, the fear of being caught which keeps me on my feet, and it's the urgency of my escape which helps in guiding me forward no matter how scared I am.

While my heart is still pounding in my chest, most of the adrenaline has worn off at this point, and where once I had felt exhausted from a lack of sleep, I now feel drained in a completely different way. My legs feel like jelly and my arms like led, my body so drained from fright that my movements feel slowed, weak in a way that I've only ever felt in my dreams, but I don't dare stop, I push through my fatigue and push forward towards the light.

Every step I take is torturous. Not only is my lack of a full night's rest finally catching up with me, but every wound on my body is making itself known now that adrenaline nolonger fuels my panic. I can feel the road rash on my arms from when I jumped out the car, the sprain in my ankle from turning that one corner too fast, and the bruise on my ass from when Death shoved me to the ground. Everything hurts, enough that I have to fight to stay conscious, focusing on anything I can to not succumb to the shadows tailing me, and it's as I shake my head, blinking quickly as if to help clear my thoughts, that I jolt, for a sharp sound echoes out into the night, crashing somewhere to my right and quickening my pace as much as it does my breath.

The once silent parking lot awakens in such a palpable way that it feels alive, for as the echo dies out, the faint sound of sirens becomes audible in the distance, the slight hum of the city a few miles ahead of me, and the whispers of chatter caught along the wind; Something which I didn't realise I had missed until now. It feels as if my clouded thoughts finally clear completely, as if I had finally woken up from the strange walking dream I couldn't escape, and it's through this clarity that I finally perceive another sound, one which had first awoken my sluggish thoughts, one which pitches into a sombre tune and echoes down the lot like an arrow which pierces my heart.

Goosebumps pickle my skin as a chill crawls up my spin. My blood runs cold and my muscles stiffen, for as I turn to look over my shoulder, I feel the wolf's hungry gaze upon me before I even spot his silhouette stepping out from the swathing shadows. His eyes burn like furnaces, locking on me as if I were prey to be hunted, a prize to be won, a life to be stolen. He growls while unsheathing his sickles, both fang and blade glinting beneath the cold moonlight as he licks his lips through a jeering sneer.

I once again find myself stiffening, freezing in place as Death's gaze latches onto me like fingers I can feel curling around my neck. Whatever lies I had told myself about having escaped him in the passageway come undone under the wolf's haunting gaze, for as he challenges me from the shadows, taunting me with what he would consider an honourable death, fear consumes me whole.

Brent: “ HEEELP!!!" I abandon any sense of subtilty and run, I run straight for the security office and scream at the top of my lungs. My panicked voice breaks the tension like a snapping band, firing off into the sky like a pistol marking the start of a race, for as I put everything I have left into fleeing, I feel Death charging towards me just as desperately, lunging right for me with inhuman speed as he cuts the distance between us as fast as any bullet.

I feel his breath upon my skin before I see his sadistic grin through my peripherals, before I see him raise his curved blade into the air, and it's in this split second where I feel Death prepare to claim me that I blindly throw myself to the side. The wolf's fangs snap shut just short of my ear, his spit smearing across my cheek as I duck to the left and come to a crashing stop in a pile of wooden crates!

The world goes from racing to dead still in the blink of an eye, but as I find myself looking up at the moon and gasping for breath from between the broken planks, I realise that I'm still alive, that I need to get up and escape before the wolf can catch me, but I'm not able to push myself from the rubble fast enough, because a tall figure steps out from shadows and stares down at me with a smug grin.

Death: “I had higher hopes for you, little mortal. I thought you of all people would make this fun for me, but it's almost as if you're begging me to slice you open at this point." His aggressive tone reinstalls my agency, but as I roll out from the debris and fail to stand, I find fear and desperation colliding so powerfully inside of me that I start mindlessly clawing at the walls, babbling as I struggle to crawl away from the wolf who keeps pace.

Death: “Tch. Straight to crying I see? ¿Pensé que no tenías miedo?" Even through my tears, I can still see the look of disappointment stretch across the lupine's face, reflected through his gaze in what might be mistaken for sympathy, but ultimately, it stiffens into one of displeasure.

Brent: “P-p-please!" Death laughs while swivelling both the sickles in his paws before sheathing them in one fluid motion, and while not being held at the end of a blade stops my heart from trying to escape my throat, the wolf himself is no less intimidating without his weapons.

Death: “Hmm~ I do love how you sound while begging. Go on, show me just how much you want to live~" I'm not sure if it's the teasing in his tone or realising that this wolf is getting off on my fear, but it suddenly dawns on me that I've been captured, that after weeks of hiding and fleeing, after doing everything I did to survive, I only now realise that I am completely at Death's mercy.

Death: “Your tears are sweet, but your flesh will be much sweeter~" The wolf growls this out while stepping right up to me, and as I huddle against the wall while wailing like a cornered animal, Death shamelessly slips his foot-paw between my legs and starts rubbing my crotch.

Death: “You can lie to yourself as much as you want, cariño, but your body knows the truth, your body doesn't lie. You want me. You need me~" I hadn't noticed it till the wolf pressed his toes against my erection, but I'm rock hard, and if that weren't already humiliating enough, then having a moan forced from my lips as Death presses harder into me solidifies my embarrassment.

Brent: “S-stop!" I try my hardest to shove the wolf away, but with his foot-paw pressed into my groin and my back against the wall, I'm trapped beneath his considerable weight and ravenous touch, consumed by an unwelcomed kind of pleasure that's as disgusting as it is delightful.

The lupine's large foot engulfs my entire cock, pressing into me hard enough through my pants that I can feel his warm pads brush over my length as he curls his toes, causing my cock to throb every time he pinches my shaft between his pads, and every time he crushes my balls against the floor

Death: “Cummon, cariño, is fighting really worth it? You know in your heart that you want me, so just give in~ I promise to treat you well." Death crouches down with his foot still shoved against my groin and reaches out to cup my face. I try to wriggle out from beneath him, to shove his filthy paw away, but I become trapped within Death's hold as he snakes his fingers around my jaw and forces me to look up at him.

Death: “There's no need to lie anymore, I'm here for you, cariño, and I know you better than anyone else ever will." My racing heart sooths under both his tender words and salacious touch, my frantic gaze that had once sought escape now settles beneath Death's caring eyes, my panicked breathes now calm and measured as his welcoming embrace finds me like the arms of a lover.

Death: “That's it, juuust giiive iiin~" His voice consumes me like a tidal wave, drowning me in his hunger and subduing me through his lust, but it's right in this moment where I feel my resolve fail, where I start submitting to the shadows that defiance surges through me like a second breath and frees me from Death's jaws before I can give in.

Brent: “N-no! I want to live!" The wolf snorts derisively while pushing off of me and stepping away, and as he folds his arms over his chest, as he sneers mockingly at me, my will to survive guides my body faster than my mind can comprehend, because the very moment I realise I'm crouched right next to a doorless fire escape, I scramble to my feet, heave myself through the back entrance, and dash into the darkness before Death can claim me.

Death: “Very well, mortal, let's have some fun~"

Bewilderment & Lust

Lunging through the shadows on unsteady feet, I crash into trash and slip on most every step. I am exhausted beyond belief, drained so completely that every muscle in my body cries out for me to stop, but I'm compelled by fear, driven by Death to escape no matter the cost. So I race through the darkness, blindly driven forward by the echo of his approach, and as I look over my shoulder as if to distinguish the wolf between the shadows, I crash hard into an unforgiving surface!

A loud metal echo resounds through the passage like a gong, disorientating and making my head spin just as much as the sharp throb of pain pulsing through my face, but it's through this sound and a cold bar jabbing into my ribs that I understand I'm leaning against a rusted metal door, and it's as I realise this that I violently wrench it open and scramble inside without a second thought.

Slamming the heavy door shut so forcefully that it silences the wolf's whistle, I lean against its sturdy metal frame the same way I would find comfort in the men that fucked me, panting for breath and drenched in sweat, but as my racing heart slowly settles and my gasping breaths abate, I open my eyes to find myself in a part of the factory that's dimly lit by the moonlight spilling in through the boarded up windows.

I didn't quite catch the name before crashing through the back door, but I seem to have stumbled into an older brewery. There are rusted trolleys to my right, all of them mangled enough to look like they came out of a horror game, a massive 7 metre distillery tank to my left, one dig enough to hold thousands of litres, and piles upon piles of wooden crates and steel barrels.

The space before me is as musty as it is cluttered. There is a broken conveyer belt to the far right of the room, a giant hole in the ceiling right above it, an empty space past the massive distillery tank, and on the far end of the room, a metal stairwell leading up to the second floor and another doorway just beyond.

Pushing off the cold metal and straining my ears for any sound of the wolf, I gulp nervously before walking as silently as I can towards the stairwell, keeping close to the large metal tank as I scan the conveyor belt for any signs of movement, but it's as I pass a stack of barrels and peek out into the open space that a white paw blindsides me from around the corner!

I'm barley given a chance to understand that I've been punched, let alone to try and evade, for as the fist slams into my face, I'm sent flying across the room so fast that I can't even brace for impact!

Brent: “!!!" The air is forced from my lungs in a painful gasp as I'm thrown to the floor, and as my head slams into the concrete, the high-pitched ringing in my ears is abruptly replaced with a flash of shadows which steals all light from my eyes and all thought from my mind. Yet as quickly as the world is stolen from me, it returns just as harshly through a seething breath and a sharp ache.

Rolling onto my side as I groan through the pain, I quickly remember that I'm not alone when a dark growl echoes off the walls like an aggressive lament. The wolf emerges from the shadows like darkness incarnate, stalking towards me with steps just as hungry as the ravenous red gaze burning in his skull.

Death: “You cannot stop me, mortal. You could run to the farthest corners of the Earth and I'd still find you." Drool spills from his lips with every step he takes forward, and no matter how exhausted I am, no matter how much pain I'm in, I do all I can to crawl away from Death as he approaches.

Death: “I am as unstoppable as the night claiming the day, as inescapable as the turn of time, and as inevitable as your own demise. I am Death, and I've come for your soul." I'm barely able to make it a metre away before the wolf stomps down on my back hard enough to force the air from my lungs, and with just as merciless a kick, he rolls me over and pins me in place with a sadistic grin.

Death: “Your time's up, cariño. Any last wishes~?" The wolf presses down on my injured leg hard enough to force a cry of pain from my lips, and no matter how hard I kick his calve or how much I try to squirm out from under his hold, Death's grin continues to widen as my pulse quickens, becoming so sinister that even light shies away from his growing malice.

Brent: “P-please! I want to live!" Death smiles at me in a way that only a soft-hearted father could and shakes his head with just as remorseful a tone.

Death: “Lo siento, cariño, but you have no one to blame but yourself." His voice is contrastingly tender compared to the foot pinning me to the ground, and I'm not sure if it's from me finally understanding there's no way for me to escape, that this really is it, but I collapse to the dirt and start bawling my eyes out as despair claws over me like blades upon my skin, and it's as I break down in tears that Death's touch becomes hungrier, sensual in the most perverse of ways.

The toes pressing down on my calve curl and dig into my leg with each wail that escapes my lips, hard enough that the wolf's claws tear through my pants and draw blood as he chuckles through a sadistic delight.

Death: “If you keep crying like this, I won't be able to control myself~" Death's voice darkens, rumbling so deep through a salacious growl that he sounds like a feral beast proclaiming his dominance.

I'm pinned in place through more than just exhaustion, but through fear; Fear of how this demon wolf will kill me, fear of losing my life to something I had once lived for, and fear of what will happen after death. If there is such a thing as a soul, does that mean mine will be judged for all of the sins I've committed in this life? Will my consciousness instead be absorbed by the universe before being born anew? Or is there just nothing? When I close my eyes for the very last time, will my existence simply come to an agonising end?

Death: “Hmm~ You smell delicious, cariño~" Death tears through the hem of pants with a slash of his claws before stepping up beside me. Some part of me screams that I should be trying to escape, that I should roll over now and heft myself to my feet, to do whatever it takes to survive, but I'm frozen in place, pinned to the earth by the blood red gaze of the lupine as he licks his lips and shoves his padded foot-paw right into my face.

Death: “ This is what you've always wanted, isn't it, mortal~? To be at my mercy? To throw yourself at my feet and grant me whatever I wish, however vile." Death emphasises his point by pressing his foot harder against the side of my face, squashing my head into the cement as he flexes his toes and rubs his warm pads across my cheek.

Death: “Is it not better to accept your fate than to fight the inevitable? Why resist me now when you've already spent your entire life embracing the pleasure of your own demise~?" Death rakes his claws over my jaw with a wicked chuckle, and when I reach up to grab his ankle to try and shove the wolf away, he becomes even more forceful.

I feel like a ragdoll beneath Death, nothing but a toy for him to play with, because no matter how hard I try to fight the wolf off, he is completely unperturbed by my efforts and unaffected by my desperate need to escape his clutch. Death moves like a blade slicing through flesh, unyielding beneath my efforts to stop him as he presses his pads against my lips, curling his toes over my forehead as the lupine smothers me in his filth.

Death: “Give in, cariño. Give in and I promise to make your last moments in this world to be filled with pleasure~" With the centremost pad pressed against my lips and my nose buried in the fur between his toes, I become drowned in not just fear, but in the intense musk wafting from between the wolf's foot.

From the very first moment I had met Death in that dungeon, his aroma was as prominent to me as his presence. It's intense, strong like saffron in the most clawingly of bittersweet ways, but sour and rotten to the point that it stinks like sulphur. His musk is simultaneously alluring in the spying-on-college-boys-in-the-bathroom kinda way, but also off-putting, dirty to the point that reminds me of how a gas station's toilet smells.

I kick out while slapping at his leg, tugging on the cloth wrapped around Death's ankle and trying my hardest to squirm out from beneath his sweaty foot-paw, but my frantic efforts do nothing more than make me to choke for breath between each muffled scream, and as I inhale his masculine scent, as the wolf's virile stench floods my lungs like a noxious fume, burning like smoke and choking like fire, it feels as if his odour taints my body from the inside, befouling me like a stain spreading across my lungs and contaminating me in the most invasive and filthy of ways.

Death: “Thaaat's it, cariño~ Just give in and let me take control." Death practically purrs these words out while rubbing his foot-paw all over my face, pinching my nose between his furry toes, squashing his warm pads against my lips, all but encouraging me to struggle and gasp for breath as he smothers me in his musk.

I become dizzy from more than just a lack of oxygen, for as the wolf's virile scent floods my lungs, a sudden warmth rushes through my body, coursing through my veins and drowning my mind with the most animalistic of urges. The desperate need to breathe collides with a primal-like desire to breed, and it's as I become drunk on the wolf's pheromones that I notice my frantic clawing has turned to sensual groping, and that my once tense body has become limp beneath the sweaty foot-paw as he befouls me.

I'm not sure if I start suffocating or if I become intoxicated by the fetid stench of his feet, the prickly feeling of his fur tickling my skin, or simply from the warmth of his pads, but as Death drags his foot-paw down my neck, I immediately gasp for breath as soon as his toes slide over my lips, however, this same breath catches in my chest when the wolf rakes his claws down my neck and before pressing them into my throat.

Looking up at the wolf towering over me, I am completely frozen in fear, locked in place by his blood red gaze and the understanding that he could kill me at any moment, that this creature from the shadows could claim my life and steal me from this world forever with little effort, and with my mind clouded by his pheromones and my heart captured in his gaze, I feel almost like a deer caught in headlights as I stare right up at Death.

This moment draws out long enough that my lungs burn with a need for oxygen, and either through appreciating my obedience or simply from having had his fun, the wolf stops choking me with his foot and drags his claws down my neck and over my chest before curling his toes between my pecs, tracing out the shape of my muscles as he devours me with a predatory gaze.

With his heavy foot laid on my chest and his wicked gaze sinking into me like paws that wrap around my bones, I'm forced to look up at the wolf, to be subjected to the sadistic grin that spreads across his lips and the sick pleasure gleaming in his eyes as he tugs my shirt with his toes, smiling coyly as he wallows in my fear with a lick of his lips.

Brent: “!!!" The glint in his scarlet gaze sharps like a blade, and almost as if in slow motion, I watch as Death lifts his foot from my chest before stomping down on my torso so powerfully that my body literally caves in beneath his assault!

Death: “¡Guau! You sound very sexy when you gasp like that, cariño~" Death quite literally steals the air from my lungs, slamming his foot down on me so aggressively that my eyes bulge from my skull as my voice escapes in a strangled croak; A sound which seems to feed his excitement, for as I flail beneath the wolf, slapping his leg and wheezing for air, Death licks his lips while pressing into me, bearing down so forcefully that I can hear my ribs creak and threaten to break under his immense weight.

As I writhe beneath the wolf, gasping for air and convulsing in pain, Death growls so deeply that his voice seems to chase away the light, for as I look into his blood red eyes, shadows begin to steal my thoughts. Death's gaze is all I can focus upon as I feel life fail me, for as my fingers become numb, as my skin turns cold, and as my heartbeat slows, I realise that I'm dying…

Cognition begins to fail me just as fiercely as touch, for as my arms fall limp at my side, Death's grin widens when my eyes start flittering closed, and as my body stops twitching and falls still, as the darkness consumes all around me but his scarlet red gaze, I feel all of who I am disappearing from this world…

Brent: “!!!" Yet right before Death can take me, right before the shadows can consume me whole, my body lurches forward as the weight on my chest abates. I gasp in a breath akin to fire, one which awakens all other aches in my tortured frame; One which reminds me exactly where I am and who's causing me much pain.

My bleary gaze turns upwards as life and pain surge through my veins, and as I blindly grab at the foot tracing circles along my chest, failing to stop the wolf as he presses his leathery pads and blunt claws into my throat before crouching down, my vision doesn't so much as clear as I do realise that Death is hovering right above me, for as his harrowing voice tumbles out like thunder, his words are punctuated by spit which splatters across my face.

Death: “I could kill you right here, right now, without any ceremony." He presses down so hard that it feels as if the wolf were going to crush my throat, that he could literally snap my neck with a little effort, and I'm not sure if it's this fear of Death or simply the oxygen in my lungs which fuels my desperation, but I do all I can to shove his foot from my neck, to bend the wolf's toes backwards and rip the fur from his legs, but my efforts to fight off the lupine are as futile as ever, if anything, they cause an amused smile to curl his lips.

Death: “Or… I could grant you one last moment of pleasure in this world. Tell me, mortal, would you like that~?" I gasp as the wolf unsheathe a sickle and press the sharp tip into the middle of my chest, and with his foot still pressed into my neck and the cold point of his blade pricking my skin, Death looks deeply into my eyes in a way that only a lover could.

Death: “With how long you've been begging for me to claim you, how looong you've spent taunting me night after night, I think it's only fair that I take my time killing you." He says these dark words with such a contrastingly tender lilt in his voice that it sounds more as if he's confessing his feelings rather than professing his plans to murder me.

My hands once again grab at the wolf's leg when he presses down on my throat, but my tugging at his ankle wraps falters when I feel the sharp tip of Death's blade press into the jugular notch of my neck. I freeze so stiff that I swear my heart stops beating, for even as the wolf scratches my skin as he hooks the curve of his blade in my neck, I don't dare even inhale, let alone flinch from the sharp sting of his weapon drawing blood.

Death: “Truth be told, you make me very excited, cariño. Agitas mi hambre~" In the same motion that the last word spills from his lips, Death slashes his sickle across my body in one fluid motion, and as I gasp, feeling cold air wash over my flesh, the first thing I imagine is that I've been disembowelled, that this demon has ripped me open and will now devour my flesh as if he were a feral wolf, but as I feel the blunt end of his blade press into my navel and trace up along my stomach, I realise that he hasn't gutted me, but that the wolf has instead torn my shirt in two with little more than a scratch.

Death: “I don't think I can claim your soul without a little… Juegos previos~" The wolf quite literally drools as he slides the cold edge up along my chest and slips it into my sleeve, and with a quick twist of his wrist, rips through the material as effortlessly as he did my neckline.

Death: “The only question is whether or not you'll submit yourself to me willingly, or if I'll need to use a little more force~" In the same motion that Death slides his blade between our bodies and rips my other sleeve in half, so too does the wolf lift his foot-paw from my neck and presses it to the ground on the right side of my chest, and despite being freed from his vile touch, loose of his wicked grasp, I remain frozen in place as the lupine growls and licks his lips while he admires my exposed flesh.

Death: “A body this delectable needs to be savoured, appreciated for the delicacy that it is~" I'm not sure if it's a delayed reaction or perhaps because warm splatters of spit drip onto my face as the wolf speaks, but it's as if an innate instinct to survive within me reawakens, for without even thought, I move to push myself from the floor, to roll out from under Death's harrowing presence and make one last ditch effort to escape, but the wolf is quick, far quicker than I can match, and stops me dead in my tracks.

With lightning-fast reflexes that my eyes fail to catch, Death slams his foot into my face and smashes my head against the floor before I can even raise it! In one fluid motion, the wolf pins me to the cold cement beneath his sweaty foot, and bears all his weight into the side of my face as he crouches down with a snarl.

Death: “You are mine , cariño, and I'll do whatever I want to you, with or without your consent, but I'm giving you this last chance to accept your fate, to stop running and to die with honour." I'm not sure if it's from how serious his tone comes out or simply from the pain of having my skull crushed beneath his weight, but my grip around his ankle instantly loosens, and after a moment of hesitation, I shakily lay my arms at my sides and try not to squirm as the fetid smell of his warm pads sinks into my cheek and befouls my rattled breaths.

Death: “That's a good boy~" Almost as if to reward my reluctant submittance, the wolf stops smooshing my head into the ground and instead starts tracing his foot-paw all over my face; Fanning his toes out as he rakes his claws through my hair, pinching my cheek between his toes as he explores every curve, and smears his intense scent all over my flesh while growling in the most possessive of ways.

Death: “You look so incredibly sexy when you tremble beneath my touch~" His voice is husky, lilt with his lust and conveying the wolf's desire much in the same way that his hungry touch does.

I'm not sure what compels me to submit, perhaps it's some deep understanding that I really can't escape this monster no matter what I do, or maybe it's from how sincere the wolf had sounded while offering me what he considers “Mercy", but as he presses his warm black pads against my lips, I don't move as he rubs them across my face and suffocates me in his musk, hell, I don't even look away from his blood red gaze as Death zealously devours each whimper he forces from me.

I've been degraded by many a master in the past, but it's never felt this humiliating before, and I'm not certain if it's from how lecherously the wolf licks his lips while dragging his leathery pads over my cheek, or if it's from how inescapably terrifying it is to unwillingly submit myself to Death's desire, but being degraded has never felt this mortifying or intense before.

Almost as if he could feel my rising shame, the wolf's grin widens as he traces a blunt claw over my lips before shamelessly forcing my mouth open with his nail and then shoving his entire toe into my mouth!

Brent: “!!!" I gasp in shock as I feel the leathery pad press into my tongue, filling my mouth so completely that my dry lips crack as he slides his fat digit so deep into my maw that I start choking as his blunt claw pierces the entrance to my throat!

Death: “Tsh, tsh, tsh~ No need to cry, cariño. Just give in." I've always considered myself as someone who understands what he wants in life, someone who knows who he is beyond a reasonable doubt, but never before have I felt this conflicted. Part of me screams to bite down, to defy all illogical reasoning and try to flee, while another, much darker part of me whispers of how I want this, how everything that Death has said is true, and that for me to turn down this opportunity would be denying my truest self.

I'm not sure if it's from how I stop fighting, how I lay as completely still as possible while the wolf wriggles his fat toe around inside my mouth, or if Death really can read my thoughts, but he chuckles while giving me the kind of satisfied look I thought only felines were capable of, and after a moment where he looks deeply into my eyes while toe fucking my mouth, Death smirks while tugging it free and then dragging the wet digit over my chin, down my neck, across my chest, and along my stomach before shamelessly pressing his foot-paw against my crotch.

Death: “So afraid, yet still so eager~" A shameful moan escapes my trembling lips as the wolf curls his toes and then drags them down the length of my shaft, gripping my cock more fiercely than any hand while massaging my girth through my pants.

That conflicted feeling which I thought would tear me apart suddenly amplifies, surging so powerfully that I lose all control of my voice, for as the wolf rakes his claws over my dick before sensually he dragging them up along my shaft, my desire to surrender overwhelms any apprehension I have about submitting myself to Death.

Death: “Rrf! You make it hard for me to control myself, cariño. Keep moaning like that and I might yet lose control~" He fans his toes out and starts kneading my cock, being so rough that Death crushes my nuts and forces my moans to pitch into cries of pain, and despite the fear still coursing through my veins and the rational part of me which screams of danger, the mixture of torture and pleasure soon consume me through lust.

I'm overwhelmed by so many sensations and emotions that I can't rightfully focus on a single one. I'm terrified, more scared than I've ever been in my life, and desperate for any possible way I could escape this wolf, but at the same time, more aroused than I've ever been and drowning in so much lust that I find myself involuntarily humping up into the wolf's foot as all sense of self-preservation is stolen by the delight of his touch.

Death: “Eres tan hermoso." His voice is soft and tender, a violent contrast against his aggressive touch, and no matter how much my skin prickles with terror, or how my blood runs cold as the wolf growl out his lust, I feel no shame as I thrust up into his warm pads, as I caress his foot-paw just as passionately as he does my cock, or as I spread my legs farther apart and moan out freely.

Brent: “!!!" My voice catches in my throat, for as I fall into the depravity of being jerked off by someone who spent the whole week stalking me, something cold and hard slips beneath the waistline of both my pants and underwear, and with one swipe that runs along the length of my left leg, Death rips through the material with a ferocious growl! And while the act is shocking enough to cause my pulse to spike, for me to gasp out as I hear the material rip, the wolf keeps me pinned in place by pressing even harder into my groin.

Death: “You love the thrill of pain, don't you cariño~? The more dangerous it is and the more excited you become. I wonder, how hard will you be when I claim your life~?" He growls this out while sliding the tip of his sickle into my right pants leg and slowly starts cutting it open while looking deeply into my eyes.

I just lay beneath the wolf, unable to even consider escape as he massages my cock, relishing in each pitched moan he forces from me while undressing me in the most aggressive way imaginable. Speckles of spit splatter on my stomach as Death growls out while cutting through my waistband, and with a curl of his toes and a tug of his lips, the wolf peels the last shred of material covering me and exposes my entirety to his hungry gaze.

Death: “Hrf! I could just eat you up right now , cariño~" Death licks his lips while admiring my body as if I were a juicy, perfectly cooked steak, appreciating each curve and every inch of who I am with such a ravenous gleam in his eyes that his words start to feel more literal than provocative.

As I become lost in the absence of Death's touch, the wolf abruptly crouches down on one knee at my side, slips a paw behind my head and another around my waist before cradling me close to his body, and with his fingers gently raking through my hair and his hot breath washing over my face, Death looks deeply into my eyes with the most honest and passionate expression I have ever been given by anyone in my entire life.

Death: “Do you want me?" The soft cadence of his husky voice is only matched by the tender gleaming in his ruby red eyes, and as the wolf moves to stroke my cheek with a thumb as if to elicit a response from me, my face reddens as I stutter and stumble over my words, finding it much harder to maintain eye contact now that Death's voice purrs out with the longing of a caring lover.

Death: “ Beg for me, cariño. I want to hear how much you crave me~" My body is trembling once more, but it's not from fear this time, rather, from the most untameable surges of lust I've ever experienced. Death holds me close in a way that no man ever has. His grip is as tender as his gaze, and his once suffocating presence now feels so surprisingly comforting that when the lupine starts to pull away as if in dejection, words escape my lips without my control.

Brent: “Y-yes!" I bark out like a bitch in heat; Whiny and needy, a sound which not only causes my cheeks to flush deeper with blush, but for a smug grin to spread across Death's muzzle.

Death: “Yes what~?" His once tender and passionate gaze suddenly become lascivious and depraved in the most deplorable of ways, and with how Death teasingly traces a paw over my stomach while growling out so possessively that it feels as if I'm being claimed by a feral wolf, I find myself responding just as shamefully and as needily as before.

Brent: “P-please take me! I need you to fuck me." I try to express my enthusiasm by reaching between our bodies and groping the wolf's crotch, but as I do, I realise that there is no need when I feel his fully erect length pulse beneath his pants.

Death: “How could I deny such a sweet request~?" His touch becomes just as sultry as his voice, for with the paw on my stomach sliding around to grab my ass while the one cupping my face tilts my head backwards, Death wastes no time in burying his snout in my neck and starts sniffing and licking me in the most ravenous of ways.

The wolf's fur prickles my skin in the most tantalising of ways as he explores my neck, while the cold, leathery touch of his nose brushing over me with every inhale causes waves of goosebumps to wash over my skin, but the most enjoyable part is feeling Death's warm tongue drag across my flesh. He licks me as if I were the most savoury treat he had ever tasted, lapping the sweat from my skin as if my very essence were delicious to him, and I'm not sure if it's from how drastic a change this is in the wolf's personality or because of how good he is with his tongue, but I succumb completely to his ravenous touch.

Death pulls away far sooner than I'd have hoped, for even as his paws and snout leave my flesh, I vehemently cling to him, refusing to allow this moment to end, but my breath catches in my throat as my grip around the wolf's chest tightens, for as he pulls his sickles out from beneath his cloak, the first thought that crosses my mind is that Death has tricked me, that he lured me into a false sense of safety so he can claim my soul without a fight.

I'm still caught in disbelief when the wolf moves to stand, but as I slip from his lap and land on my butt, I'm once again left frozen in place, stunned by fear as I watch Death drag the blunt ends of both weapons down my thighs and over my claves, teasing my flesh as if contemplating whether or not to dismember me.

Brent: “!!!" I gasp in fright as the lupine abruptly twirls his sickles around before seamlessly sliding the tips of either blade into both my socks and shoes, and in just as fluid a motion as he moves to stand up straight, Death slashes backwards and rips the very last articles of clothing from my body!

Brent: “…" I'm left stunned in place with my heart racing and my mind stalling, but as Death chuckles through a playful cadence, I look up to find the wolf grinning at me from over his shoulder, and judging by how his tail wags as he turns around to face me properly, I realise that Death had scared me on purpose, that he is actively trying to keep me just as frightened as I am aroused.

With a smirk on his lips and a flick of his wrists, the wolf sheathes his sickles just as quickly as he had drawn them, yet even without his weapons, I don't feel any safer around Death, and I'm not sure if it's because of my expression which betrays my fear or my erection which displays my lust, but the wolf seems to be relishing in every moment of my tortured excitement.

With me sat on the dusty floor and the wolf stood at my feet, he silently moves to loosen the wraps tied around either of his wrists, grinning mischievously while tugging at each strap, and staring so intensely at me that I can almost feel how perverse his desires have become.

The bandage-like strips of cloth slip from Death's paws in the most unnatural of ways, unfurling from his arms far too seamlessly for his body to seem corporeal, but my attention is stolen from the fluttering material and drawn to the paws of the wolf as he grabs the hem of his cloak and sensual pulls it up and over his head before tossing it to the side with just as eery a flutter.

While I was stunned a moment ago by fear, I now find myself consumed by something entirely different, for as the moon cast light across the wolf's immaculately toned body, I become hyper focused on every contour of muscle, hypnotised by each crevice in his abs, stolen by the girth of each arm, and left whimpering as Death cups one of his meaty pecs while tracing the other paw down along his perfectly sculpted stomach.

Death: “¿Te gusta~?" I find myself dumbly nodding along, a reaction which causes the wolf to chuckle sardonically, and with a grin on his muzzle and his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his trousers, he sways his hips side to side in the most provocative of motions, and with how big of a tent strains his pants, it too wags alongside each sensual rock of his hips.

Death: “ Beg for it." I'm completely consumed by lust, taken so fiercely by my desire for him that words escape me yet again without my control.

Brent: “P-please take me, I need you!" I've felt desperation many times in my life, mostly at the feet of whichever master I would hire to fuck me, enough that I'd willingly worship them as they tortured me and begged in the most depraved of ways for them to use me however they pleased, but never before has it felt this strong, never before have I felt this desperate to be taken by someone.

I'm not sure if it's fatigue and a lack of sleep which clouds my mind, or perhaps Death's musk and pheromones which have altered my throughs so drastically, but as I lick my lips and taste the wolf's feet upon my tongue, desire and lust fog my mind so powerfully that I throw myself to my knees and move to help the wolf undress, but with a click of his tongue and a sharp glare, Death stops me mere inches from reaching my prize.

With a haughty grin and a flick of his tail, the wolf juts his chin forward as if to suggest that I remain sat in place, and without him even needing words to control me anymore, I willingly obey and lay my hands in my lap.

Death: “Good boy~" As if to reward my obedience, the wolf slowly starts sliding his pants down, and as his erection bends with the material, as the bright red colour of his cock comes into view, it's as if all the remaining tension in the air vanishes, for as Death pushes his trousers all the way to the floor, his penis slaps his stomach in the same motion that the straps wrapped around his digitigrade ankles come loose and pool at his feet with the rest of his clothing.

Looking up at the wolf towering over me, his sculpted body illuminated by the dim moonlight just as much as it is accentuated by the shadows, I suddenly feel as if I had fallen into a dream, and nothing like the nightmare I had ran through to get here, but one conjured from my deepest of fantasies; One which I ache for in the most depraved of ways imaginable.

I've always loved giant beastmen, and with how my face barely comes up to Death's stomach when I'm standing up straight, I now feel absolutely tiny while kneeling beneath this behemoth of a wolf, and while this size difference had added to the fear which plagued me the entire week, it now has the complete opposite effect, for seeing this devilishly handsome lupine standing over me with a dripping hard cock is all I could ever have asked for.

Not only does Death have a perfectly sculpted body, one in which I can make out every contour of muscle, every curve hidden beneath the thicker patches of fur, and even discern the veins bulging along his massive biceps, it's his ghostly white pelt which makes the wolf stand out so much, for it shimmers beneath the moonlight bleeding in through the windows in the most eldritch of ways.

While my gaze is first drawn to his strong arms and barrel chest, my eyes soon wonder on their own, traveling down along each abdominal muscle, savouring every contour and curve of Death's body before landing upon his pulsing length, and while the wolf's height alone should have clued me in on how big his dick would be, I'm still caught off guard by just how monstrous his cock is.

I've seen a lot of dicks in my life, and while each species has something special to offer, I've always been more drawn to canines, and not just for their tapered tips or curvy shafts, but because of their bulbous glands. It's one thing to feel a horse's head flare as he cums, or even to have a feline's barbs brush over my prostate as he breeds me, but there is just something wildly fulfilling about being stretched open abnormally wide and then locked in place, but with how Death's knot is already swelling up, I doubt I could take his entire length, much less his expanding bitch breaker.

The wolf's penis is monstrous in every sense of the word, with it being just over 15 inches from his sheath to the tip of his tapered head, and if his length weren't already intimidating enough on its own, then the intense musk wafting from between his legs is more than enough to awaken my most submissive of desires. His dick is dripping copious amounts of precum, and with how more pungent his stench is, I can almost feel his pheromones rewiring my thoughts, seeping into my thoughts like unspoken words which compel me to obey.

As my breaths quicken, my lustfilled gaze trails over every thick vein pulsing along the wolf's succulent shaft, across every inch of his slippery red flesh, and over every curve which shapes his enormity. The widest part of his shaft is nearly as thick as my wrist, and judging from my experience with canines, I wouldn't be surprised if his knot swells as big as my fist when he cums, yet despite how his girthy penis should give me pause, I'm practically salivating at the thought of his hot shaft filling my depths.

Death: “Hands and knees, cariño. I want to taste you~" There is a sense of cognition that returns to me under these words, and not because this is the first order he's ever given me, but whatever spell I had fallen under is broken through this demand, and it's in this moment that I realise how deeply I had fallen into lust, how shamefully I had begged this creature of darkness to fuck me.

Almost as if he could taste my shame, as if my blush causes his arousal to swell, a knowing grin spreads across Death's lips a he chuckles darkly.

Death: “I don't mind being rough with you if that's what you prefer." He says this through a smirk while lifting a foot and pressing his warm pads against my shoulder as if to show just how willing he is to be violent, and I'm not sure if it was the wolf's pheromones affecting me or if he really did cast a spell to make me lose myself to lust so deeply, but my thoughts are clear enough for me to realise that I'll die if I stay here.

All it takes is for me to turn my gaze towards the passage that led me here, for the thought of escaping to once again pass through my mind, for as soon as I try to push away, as soon as I decided this is wrong, the wolf kicks me to the ground! Yet even as pain radiates through my side, the amused chuckle washing over my back is enough to fuel my need for escape, and even though it hurts to move, I crawl away from the wolf as fast as my exhausted body will allow, but I don't get very far, for with a feral leap that slams me into the floor, Death pounces on me like an animal before lifting my hips from the ground and holding me in place with unnatural strength.

Brent: “L-let me g–oh!" My protest turns from shouting to moaning in just as frightening a motion as when the wolf pounced, because before I can even put up a fight, before I can even push my face from the ground properly, the wolf shoves his furry snout between my cheeks and lodges his wet nose in my crack, and as soon as his warm lips press against my sphincter, as soon as he exhales a hot breath through his nose, Death slips his tongue through my sphincter with one forceful motion and slides it all the way into my rectum even as my asshole clenches shut.

Brent: !!!" I try to scream, to push myself away from the wolf violating my insides so unceremoniously, but I can't escape, and not because of the claws digging into my flesh enough to draw blood, nor from the sharp pain shooting up my back from Death's violent entry, but rather because I'm crippled by pleasure through the very thing that brought me pain.

His tongue is hot, wet, and flat in a way that it almost seems perfectly shaped to lick my anal ways, to twist and turn inside of me till my whorish moans turn to gasping breaths, till my trembling arms give way and I collapse to the dirt, and till I'm so overwhelmed with pleasure that it actually hurts.

Brent: “S-stop!" I try to pull away from Death's clutch, to push my face from the floor and squirm out from under his grip, but my cries are just as weak as my crippled attempts to escape, and while I cannot see it, I can almost feel the wolf's lips curling into a grin as he presses down on my prostate and turns my pleading cries into squeals of pleasure.

Death growls possessively while bearing down on my G-spot, twisting and curling his tongue across my love button so violently that I lose all control of my voice. I convulse as if I were having a seizure, writhing like I were in the throes of unbearable pain, but my unbridled voice tells a completely different story as I moan out in fervid ecstasy.

I fall so deep into the rapture of his tongue slathering my anal walls in viscous saliva that cognition only returns to me as I feel Death's slippery serpent slide out from my now sopping wet hole, and with my ass raised in the air and my chest pressed to the ground, the wolf's whiskers tickle my ass as he smacks his lips through an appreciative hum.

Death: “Sabes delicioso~" His hot breath washes over my asshole as it puckers open and closed, almost as if begging to filled once more, and while I cannot see it, I just know that Death has the cockiest grin on his face right now.

I'm panting for breath, so weak that I can't even try to push myself from the floor, and with how the wolf possessively kneads my ass cheeks with both paws, it's obvious that he's far from done with me.

Brent: “A-ah~!" Before I can even try to muster the strength to move, my voice is forced from my lips as Death suddenly starts lapping my anal ring, slathering not just my opening in his warm spit, but he tugs on my balls with his dexterous tongue before dragging it over my taint, all the way up through my crack, and along my lower back, making long and languid licks across my entire ass while growling in the most feral of ways.

Whatever strength I had left to fight is stolen by the wolf as the ravenously laps my anal ring, and almost as if he could feel my body giving in, Death slides his flat tongue through my winking sphincter and fills me with his warmth as he bites down on the small of my back and swallows my raging erection and dripping wet nutsack into his hungry maw.

As the wolf's lower jaw snakes between my legs and the upper one bites down, he slides his slippery tongue into me without pause, reaching so deep that a jolt of pain shoots up my spine as Death starts wriggling his slippery serpent into a much smaller opening within my rectum.

Brent: “W-wai–!" My cry for mercy is met with complete disregard, for my voice is barely able to leave my lips before the wolf presses his tongue more forcefully into me, and as his flat tip pierces the bend in my colon and slithers into my guts, my voice dies in my throat as Death plunges deeper and deeper into my intestines, twisting and curling his tongue so quickly into me that I'm only able to gasp in a breath when he bottoms out, but it's in this very same moment that the wolf slides his tongue back a few inches before spearing it through me with animalistic vigour!

I'm not sure if the cry I loose is one of pain or pleasure, as these sensations collide within me so fiercely that I can't even begin to decern the difference, yet as Death's tongue slides in and out of my ass, winding and bending so deep within me that I can literally feel it wriggling around inside my stomach, distending my belly enough that the wolf brushes over my cock from beneath my own flesh.

I become a slave to Death's touch, stolen so completely from all agency that I can focus on nothing else but the possessive paws that hold my hips in place, the warm breath washing over my back as he bites down a little harder, on the wet feeling of being basted in the wolf's saliva, and on the long tongue coiling within my depths like an actual serpent.

I can barely recognise the voice that escapes my lips as Death tongue fucks me as ferociously as an animal caught in a rut, as if the flavour of my flesh was so delicious that he had become as addicted to my taste as I do to the slippery serpent spearing through my depths deeper than most cocks could ever delve.

It feels as if my mind becomes wiped clean of all thought, for as the wolf's tongue slides in and out of my now sopping wet sphincter, as Death plunges so deep into me that he sandwiches my cock between the floor of his mouth and my own distended stomach, that he does more than just steal my breath away through pleasure, for it quite literally feels as if Death were siphoning my very soul.

The wolf keeps me from collapsing by holding my hips in place and simultaneously steals more and more of my strength with each twist of his dexterous tongue, drowning me in so much euphoria that I can feel myself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, yet right before I can cum, right as it feels as if he'll push me over the edge, the long tongue filling my depths slips free with a wet slurp in the same motion that the fangs digging into my flesh pull away.

Brent: “N-n-no…" I stutter out so submissively that I don't even feel like myself anymore, but I'm not allowed to focus on my consuming lust, for with a chuckle and a playful lick to my puckering asshole, Death's voice draws my full attention.

Death: “Don't worry, cariño, I'm still far from done savouring you~" With one final lick, I feel the wolf's face pull away, and as he moves to grab me around the waist with one paw, I open my eyes through the rhapsody clouding my thoughts to look over my shoulder and find Death to be repositioning himself with his right knee raised, the other placed between my inner left thigh, and his fat balls pressed against my puckering anal ring.

I'm shocked out of my stupor as Death slaps his hard dick down against my ass and starts grinding back and forth between my crack, spreading my cheeks apart with his thumbs as he looks down at me with the most sadistic of grins.

Death: “Do you still want to escape~? Or are you finally ready to give all of who you are to me~?" He growls this out with such a seductive and baritone cadence that I practically melt beneath the wolf, aroused so much by his seductive voice that I can only mindlessly nod my implicit compliance.

Death: “You want me to fuck you? To hammer my cock so deep into your guts that my cum will pour from your lips?" I frantically nod along yet again, but he must not be happy with my lack of a verbal response, for the wolf humps forward so powerfully that he slams my body into the ground! And as he crushes me beneath his incredible weight, Death quite literally forces the words from my lips while squashing me into the floor.

Brent: “Y- yes!" The wolf growls possessively right in my ear, and after a playful bite and a lick that runs across my cheek, Death pulls himself and me from the floor till I'm splayed before him with my ass in the air, and with one paw wrapped around my midsection and the other angling his cock downward, the wolf glides his fat slippery dick between my cheeks and smears his precum all over my flesh as if to mark me as his property.

Death slides the tapered tip of his cock down through my crack before pressing it against my puckering asshole, and as soon as the thinner tip of his dick becomes logged within my entrance, as soon as his penis throbs and spits out a gush of warm fluid that spills right into me, Death pushes forward and pierces my quivering sphincter.

A breathless gasp escapes my lips as the wolf's tapered tip slides into me, gliding through my slippery entrance without pause and not stopping even as my asshole puckers shut with a sharp jolt of pain, not as I cry out in agony as the wolf forces his dick through my clenched anal ring, and certainly not when he shoves the widest section of his shaft through my painfully stretched sphincter.

My cries of pain tapper off into incoherent whimpers as Death finally stops thrusting forward once he's buried a good three inches of his cock in my rectum. I'm trembling from both a mix of pleasure and pain, so torn between the two that I feel delirious, overwhelmed to the point that thought is impossible, and it's right as it feels as if I may become lost to these colliding sensations that Death pulls back ever so slowly till only his pointed heard remains wedged between my pucker before thrusting into me once again.

With a paw wrapped around my right hip and the other tracing down my back, the wolf thrusts into me, sliding the widest section of his shaft back into my warm depths much easier the second time around, and as he pulls back yet again, Death traces his leathery pads up along my back before raking his fingers through my hair, and once his enormous paw is wrapped around my skull, the wolf presses my face to the ground and starts thrusting into me at a steady pace.

With my legs spread, my ass raised, and my head pinned to the floor, Death carefully shoves centimetre after centimetre into me with each swing of his hips, passionately burying his monstrous cock inside of me in a surprisingly gentle manner. I had thought the wolf would breed me like a wild animal, that he's ram his cock all the way in and fuck me like a bitch in heat, but he's being surprisingly very sensual, caring in a way that I can only imagine a lover would be while expression their deepest of affections. Yet despite his slow and steady pace, I'm not given any chance to become used to the girth of his penis or deeply he plans to delve into me, for Death sheathes more and more of his fat cock into me with each calculated lunge.

The wolf's penis isn't just thick, but it's so warm that it feels as if he were burning my flesh, and I'm not sure if it's simply from how wide he's stretching my anal ring or simply from the lingering fear which keeps me one edge, but I can feel every vein that throbs along his thick as Death buries his cock in my ass, as if I could feel each spurt of precum that splatters against my anal walls and helps in guiding him deeper, and as if I could feel his very heartbeat through each pulse of his penis as the wolf claims me.

As I focus on the leathery pads of the paw pressing my face against the cold floor, on the claws which dig into my hip as Death picks up the pace, and on the soft growls the wolf huffs out with each lunge, on the way his fingers curl around my stomach as he digs a little deeper, and on every wave of pleasure that washes over my skin each time his searing hot cock brushes over my prostate.

Where once my penis had gone soft through the sharp pian of being brutally penetrated, where once my voice had turned silent in favour of gasping for air, I now find myself fully hard and screaming in pleasure. It hurts to have such an enormous cock shoved into me with so little preparation, but a dim sense of pleasure has been growing beneath this pain, and as Death picks up the pace, so too does my agony become overwhelmed with an intense rapture.

Almost as if he could feel my body accepting his girth, almost as if Death himself could hear my yearning for more, the wolf thrusts forward so violently that not only does he ram a whole 2 inches into me at once, but I feel the tapered head of his penis wedge itself right inside my sigmoid bend.

Death: “Relajarse." I part my lips to respond, perhaps to tell the wolf that I'm trying or simply to say that it's too much to handle, but it's in this very moment where words start to form that Death lunges forward so abruptly that my body doesn't even have a chance to tense as he rams his cock through my resistance and right into my intestines!

Brent: “ AAHH!!" With one merciless thrust, Death buries his entire shaft within my depths, filling not just my rectum with his pulsing hot length, but the wolf has shoved his penis so deep into me that he's sheathed a good 3 or so inches of his fat dick inside of my colon. Death rammed his penis so deep into me that only his fat bitch breaker remains wedged between my cheek, throbbing and pulsing just as fervently as the monstrous shaft lodged in my guts.

A sharp pain surges through me like liquid fire, coursing through my veins and pulsing through my stomach as if razor blades were ripping my organs to shreds, yet no matter how much I writhe in agony or scream in pain, Death holds me firmly in place with a paw on my head and the other wrapped around my waist, shushing my cries with soft words that seem more intent on eliciting the complete opposite of reactions.

Death: “You need to calm down or I'll have no choice but to tear you apart~" His cadence is taunting and hungry, and just as cruel as the pain shooting through my abdomen. Yet despite my vision being blinded by tears and my body crippled with pain, the wolf strokes my hair in the most affectionate way imaginable, slowly but surely soothing my racing heart through his touch and calming my panicked breaths through his softly spoken words.

Death: “That's it, cariño~ Déjame amarte." As he purrs these words out, the wolf thrusts forward while holding my hips in place, pressing so hard into me that his bulbous knot stretches my asshole open even wider, so wide in fact that I can feel my sphincter ripping apart! Yet before the scream in my throat can escape, the wolf pulls back with an impatient growl.

Death: “Your pucker can't resist me anymore than you can, cariño. I will claim all of who you are tonight~" Death rears his hips back with a wicked snarl and starts thrusting into me with a steady pace, spearing his thick cock in and out of my colon hard enough to rock me back and forth, but still controlling his pace enough that I can tell the wolf is doing all he can to not break me.

Pulling back far enough that his tapered head slips out from my sigmoid bend, Death rams his fat cock back into me till his bulbous knot slams into my overly stretched anal ring, pressing hard enough that each thrust ends with me screaming in pain. Yet despite how my body quivers or how wet the wolf's paw becomes with my tears, he doesn't stop digging deeper and deeper into me with each lustful lunge.

Death growls with every thrust, kneading my flesh and tugging on my hair as each insertion becomes easier than the last, and I'm not sure if this is from my body finally becoming accustomed to his size or simply from the absurd amount of precum flooding my depths, but my screaming soon devolves into whorish moans; A sound which causes the wolf's cock to throb and pulse so violently that I can practically feel every curve of his dick as it swells in my guts.

With my face pressed to the floor and my ass raised in the air, I'm folded over in a very compromising position; One that most folk would probably break from, but having had spent many years practicing yoga, this pose doesn't hurt, in fact, whatever pain I had once felt from being impaled upon Death's dick is slowly morphing into pleasure, for with every thrust, every time his bulbous knot stretch my asshole open just a little wider, euphoria sparks through me like a steadily growing stream, surging and increasing much like the wolf's pace.

Death: “Yes, cariño. Surrender yourself to me~" Death slams into me hard enough that his heavy balls slap my own with every lunge, violently enough that the wolf forces the breath from my lungs, and so recklessly that I can feel Death losing control each time he bottoms out.

I'm a moaning mess at this point. The girth of his thick cock stretching my insides, the searing warmth of his shaft brushing over my prostate, his intoxicating musk clouding my mind, the leathery pads kneading my flesh, the blunt claws raking through my hair, the prickly fur tickling my skin, and the mind-blowing rhapsody coursing through me with each pules of the wolf's heartbeat, it's all so overwhelming that I become a slave to each swing of Death's hips, stolen by every inch of his cock hammering through my depths, and consumed entirely by his touch to the point that it feels as if he had swallowed me whole.

My own penis bobs against my stomach each time the wolf pounds his length into me, twitching and pulsing just as fervently as the enormous dick pistoning in and out of my guts, and as much as my body screams for me to reach between my legs and push myself over the edge, Death is quite literally fucks me into submission, pounding me into the ground so hard that I can barely even think, let alone try to move.

The wolf's grip and voice become more impassioned as his pace increases, slamming so violently into me that my face scrapes along the ground with each thrust, and with how Death pulls me against his body each time he bottoms out, how he grinds his swollen knot into my unyielding entrance every time, I can tell that the wolf is getting close.

My cock starts throbbing erratically, twitching so powerfully that it slaps against the indentation bulging beneath my belly, yet before I can cum, right before my balls can pull taut, the wolf's wild pace comes to an abrupt halt. It stops so suddenly in fact that the sound of me gasping for breath is actually frightening.

I'm dripping wet with sweat, so drained by pleasure that I can't move a single muscle, but when Death drags his fingers down my neck and traces his leathery pads along my back, I can't help but whine out needily as the wolf grabs me around the waist with both paws and starts repositioning himself.

Death: “I hope you're ready, cariño, because I'm going to flood your guts with my seed~" The wolf growls this out while tracing is fingers up along my back before pressing down right under my shoulder blades, and once I'm fully pinned beneath him, Death moves to crouch behind me with his feet pressed on either side of my calves and then leans forward till he's mounting me in a full on bulldog position.

With his legs caging me in and his paws keeping me subdued, the wolf rears his hips back before slamming down into me even more violently than before, hamming his dick so deep into my colon that I can feel his tapered head poking my own cock from within my guts!

Where once Death made calculated thrusts meant to bring me the most amount of pleasure possible, he's now abandoned all consideration for me in lieu of speed, in favour of fucking me as hard and as deep as he can. The wolf's once tender touch turns hungry and violent, swelling alongside the knot which he now hammers against my asshole me with every lunge, doing all he can to try and force it through my undersized sphincter.

Despite pain once more awakening within me under the wolf's careless assault, an intense and fervent kind of pleasure floods my body just as recklessly as the monstrous cock which slides in and out of my stretched hole.

Death pounds me into the ground, fucking me as if I were a bitch in heat, and with how I scream like a feral animal, how I tremble and whine beneath each rutting thrust, I may as well be, for I put up no fight as the lupine pistons his thick cock in and out of my sopping wet hole, spearing it so deep into my colon that it feels as if he were rearranging my organs, and with how his penis bulges beneath my flesh each time Death bottoms out, that could very well be true.

I become consumed by the intense pleasure and agonising pain, blinded by the friction of his massive cock pistoning in and out of my stretched anal ring with merciless speed, left screaming with how the wolf stretches my intestines open with his massive dick, and broken by the bulbous knot which continues to pound against my unyielding entrance.

Death is growling like a feral beast, ramming into me so violently that it feels as if I were being bred by an actual animal, mounted by a feral wolf, and with how both drool and sweat splatter on my back with every powerful lunge, how Death's cock throbs erratically each and every time his fat knot slaps against my hole, the wolf dominates me with sheer strength alone, forcing my unyielding body to submit to him through violence and a fierce need to breed.

Death: “ ¡Mierda!" The wolf stars hammering into me without compassion, pistoning his monstrous cock in and out of my slippery depths so quickly that I can't even gasp in a breath between each thrust, and with how violently Death slams his swollen knot into my stretched hole each and every time, the pain of being torn apart compiles upon the pleasure of being fucked mercilessly. It grows like a building pressure that intensifies with each lunge, increasing alongside the wolf's desperation to shove his bitch breaker into me until it's all that I can understand.

It feels as if Death were fucking the life out of me, that with each violent thrust, he were pushing me closer and closer to the edge of no return, and as agony and pleasure combine, as our sweaty bodies collide till it feels as if we were joining as one, it quite literally feels as if I leave this world as Death pounds me into the ground, fucking me so ruthlessly that not even thought befalls me. Yet before my life can end in a wave of euphoria, the wolf slams his knot against my pucker and bears down harder than ever before!

Brent: “!!!" Reality and breath return to me in a sudden wave of pain, for as Death presses his bitch breaker against my unyielding anal ring, he suddenly bites down on my neck and sinks his fangs into my flesh! I gasp as his wet lips wrap around my sensitive flesh, and it's in this very moment of shock that Death takes advantage of my surprise by ramming his massive knot through my relaxed sphincter and locks us in place as his glands rapidly begin to swell!

Brent: “ AAHH!!" As soon as my asshole clenches around the thinner part behind the wolf's knot, as soon as his furry stomach presses into me, I'm thrown over the edge. My balls pull taut against my taint and my cock slaps into the penis bulging within my belly as the most powerful orgasm of my entire life tears through me!

Hot waves of semen spray from my dick so powerfully that each ejaculation hurts, and with Death's jaws wrapped around my neck, his knot locked in my ass, and the wolf making short but brutal thrusts into me, he quite literally forces each spurt of cum from my dick and strangled cry from my trembling lips; Fucking his cock so deep into me that it feels as if his tapered head has pierced pyloric sphincter and made its way into my stomach.

My screaming pitches as Death's pace becomes erratic and untamed that he slams my pelvis into the floor with every thrust, fucking his swollen knot through my rectum so violently that it feels as if he were ripping me apart, and it's in this moment where my climax reaches its peak that the wolf bites down harder and rams his dick as deep into me as possible!

Brent: “!!!" I scream, but no sound comes out, for as pain surges through me, as the penis wit in my stomach stiffens like steel, Death's furry balls pull taut against his sheath as his knot swells so large that it feels as if he had shoved a grapefruit up my ass, and it's in this moment where the wolf's cock begins to twitch erratically that he pulls his lips from my neck and raises his snout to the ceiling and howls out right as the first wave of viscous cum spills into me!

I quite literally feel the first ejaculation shoot through Death's urethra before it sprays from his tapered tip, and not just because his spunk is so hot that it feels as if he were trying to burn holes through my flesh, but because it's such an absurd amount of sperm that it feels more as he were filling me with piss.

Death howls out even louder as the second ejaculation surges through his penis and spills into me with the strength of a firehose. The wolf crushes my chest into the floor as he rams as hard into me as possible, trying in vain to bury his dick even deeper, but with how swollen his bulbous glands have become, I'm quite literally locked in place as torrents of cum flood my intestines.

Death: “ FUUUCK!" I scream out alongside the wolf as he pounds me into the floor, kept at the zenith of my own orgasm as he rides out his own. Thick, hot, viscous waves of semen pour into me so powerfully that it feels as if someone had stuck a hosepipe up my rear and opened it on full, gushing from his dick with such strength that each shot feels like a punch to the gut.

Brent: “!!!" My voice once again escapes me as Death lunges down and bites down on the open wound, sinking his fangs into me as waves after wave of scaldingly hot cum paint my intestines, unloading so much semen into me that I can feel my stomach swelling with each ejaculation, jiggling and wobbling with every shot of spunk that floods my depths.

I'm dizzy, disorientated to the point that I can't even open my eyes, but as my climax finally comes to a dribbling end, as soon as the very last drop of jizz is milked from my prostate by the pulsating knot filling my rectum, I collapse completely as pleasure and pain collide into one of the most sensuous afterglows in my entire life. Yet even as I fall lifelessly beneath the wolf, he continues to hump into me, biting down on my neck and growling in my ear as he floods my guts so completely that I literally feel it spilling into my stomach, filling my belly till my midsection is as swollen with cum as my intestines.

As I desperately gasp for breath between each violent ejaculation, my body stiffens as a gush of semen suddenly pours out from my stomach and surges up my neck! My veins stiffen with fright as my limp body awakens through instinct, but whatever strength I once had has long since been stolen by the cock lodged in my depths. I can barely open my eyes, but I put all the focus I have on swallowing down each hot wave of sperm that spills up my neck, but with how savagely Death continues to fuck me, how he pounds my swollen belly into the dirt, I'm unable to stop the next surge of cum that rushes up my throat as the wolf slams my body into the floor.

Brent: “!!!" A literal wave of semen shoots out my mouth as Death violently crushes me beneath his feral lust, and before I can even spit out the spunk in my mouth or suck down the jizz clogging my nose, the wolf pulls back and rams me into the ground even harder than before!

Hot, salty, and incredibly viscous cum sprays from my mouth as if I were an extension of Death's penis, unloading so much semen into me that he doesn't even need to slam me into the floor for his cum to surge up my throat. It takes everything I have to not choke on each slimy wave of spunk that spills from my lips, but with how the wolf pours literal litres of sperm into me, swelling my belly with his baby batter faster than I can swallow it, I soon find myself choking on Death's cum.

My sweaty body convulses alongside each throb of the wolf's cock, spasming with every pulse of his knot, and twitching as I struggle to hack up the sperm lodged in my windpipe. Yet no matter how scary my wheezing becomes or how much I thrash, Death doesn't stop fucking me for a second, he slams me into the floor till he's crushing me beneath his weight and squeezing the cum from my belly with every rock of his hips.

My skin prickles and becomes numb, a mixture of pain and pleasure desensitising my body through a lack of oxygen, and as Death growls in my ear and licks his cum from my face, as his knot throbs and dick stiffens, darkness begins to creep in from the corners of my eyes.

My veins harden and my skin turns cold as I'm filled with the wolf's virile warmth, and as my limbs become numb and as my vision turns bleary, I realise that the wolf is going to fuck me to death, that he is going to drown me in his sperm till I die in a fashion I had once considered erotic, and as cognition begins to fail, as my twitching falls still and my eyes fill with shadows, I don't see my life flash before my eyes like I had imagined it would, instead, as I'm stolen from the world, I find myself wishing that I had appreciated the time I had in this world more…

Death & Acceptance

???: “Cariño~ It's time to wake up, my tender little morsel~" My eyes flutter under sweet words which are whispered in my ear, and as cognition returns to me like the life which oozes through my veins, the bleary moonlit ceiling is the first thing that comes into view, but as something hot and wet drags over my cheek, I flop my head backwards into something furry yet firm as I turn my sights upon the owner of the voice.

Death: “That's it~ Did you have yourself a nice little siesta?" As I blankly stare up at the wolf, he hugs me closer to his body in the most affectionate of ways, and despite my utter confusion and lingering exhaustion, I find myself smiling dumbly as I lean into my wolf's chest.

Brent: “Y-yeah…" Yet, it's as I mindlessly mutter this out while settling in Death's lap, as I nuzzle into the wolf's furry chest and latch onto the strong arms wrapped around me, that not only does everything which had happened before I passed out come rushing back to me when I taste the lupine's cum upon my lips, but I also become acutely aware of the fat cock lodged in my ass as I try to make myself comfortable.

Brent: “…" The memory of being hunted down like a wild animal and bred like a bitch in heat all flood my mind much like how the wolf's cum had surged through my guts. I'm not sure if it' the memory or from me realising just how painfully swollen my stomach is with cum, but my hands move to cradle my gut, and as it sloshes and wobbles, as Death watches me with a knowing grin, reality finally seems to catch up.

Fear awakens my tired body in a way that realisation never could, yet even as I move to flee, as I try to push myself from the wolf's lap and escape while I still can, Death hugs me closer as if anticipating my actions and buries his snout in my hair before taking a deep whiff.

Death: “While I welcome the smell of your fear, aren't we past all of this “Trying to escape" nonsense~?" His hot breath washes over my face as he traces his snout down my cheek, and as his scarlet red gaze locks with mine, Death grins while thrusting up.

Brent: “STOP!" I cry out in agony as his hard cock scrapes against my raw and swollen intestines, screaming in a feral way as each brush his hot flesh makes against my insides burns like fire, yet no matter how hard I try to throw myself from the Death's lap, the grip around my chest only becomes tighter.

Brent: “P-please!" Almost as if the smell of my fear and the sound of my panic were arousing to him, the wolf's dick throbs inside of me as I beg for mercy.

Death: “Is this your way of asking to be fucked again~?" Death chuckles darkly while nibbling on my ear, and with his arms locked around my chest and his stiff cock gliding in and out of my overly sensitive rectum, I just can't muster the energy to fight the wolf as he drags his slippery tongue up along the back of my neck and through my hair.

Death: “As much as I'd love to fuck you till you're drowning in my seed, it's time for me to claim your life, cariño." I wail out in despair under his blithe declaration, and no matter how hard I try to squirm free from Death's possessive hold, I accomplish little more than hurting myself upon the cock impaling me.

While the wolf's knot has deflated enough that I can feel squirts of cum spray from my ass each time I move, his bitch breaker is still firmly lodged in my rectum, and with how raw my insides feel, the simplest of brushes hurts enough to make me hiss and seethe in pain.

I'm an absolute sticky mess of sweat and cum. Not only are my legs and ass cheeks completely drenched with Death's baby batter, but my chest, arms, neck, and face are slathered with his congealed spunk. Every breath is strangled with how much semen coats my throat, and with how boated my stomach still is, it feels as if I've still got a litre or 2 of cum sloshing around within.

I stiffen as the wolf's hold on me tightens enough that a surge of semen rushes up my throat, and while I try not to choke on his warm spunk, Death's legs tense as he gets to his feet in one fluid motion. Feeling the ground disappear beneath me is one thing, but to be raised a few feet from it while impaled upon a monstrous penis is another, yet before the scream can properly leave my lips, my voice pitches as the wolf yanks me upwards while pulling his hips back so violently that not only does his bulbous knot pop free with a spray of cum, but his entire 15 inch cock comes sliding out in the same motion!

A different kind of agony tears through me as my painfully stretched insides deflate and wither like a used condom, and with how much semen pours from my absolutely ruined asshole, that's exactly how I feel. I smell like a night of regrets, am so broken from pain and exhaustion that I just hang limply from the wolf's paws as he turns me around to face his triumphant expression, and so filled with fear that not even cognition greets me as I look at my terrified expression reflected in Death's blood red gaze.

Death: “Don't worry, mortal, I promised to make your demise as enjoyable as possible, didn't I~?" The wolf is salivating so heavily that his words are slurred with drool as it spills from between his gnashing fangs and runs down his neck. Death leers at me rapaciously while licking his lips, staring so deeply in fact that not even cloths could shield me from the unsettling sensation of being fully exposed to the wolf as he practically peers into my soul.

Death: “I just love the smell of fear~" He growls this out while leaning in and sniffing my cum-crusted neck before dragging his tongue up along my throat and over my trembling lips.

I'm not sure if it's from the cold semen dribbling down my legs and dripping from my toes, the salty taste of the wolf's sperm upon my lips, the warmth of his spit on my skin, or simply from the deepening look of hunger in his blood red gaze, but adrenaline once more courses through my veins as I realise this is it, that after spending the whole week cowering in fear, I now find myself at the edge of no return, and what makes this so much more shameful is that I had willingly thrown myself at his feet.

Brent: “P-p- please! I don't w-want to die!" The gleam in the lupine's scarlet red gaze sharpens like a predator preparing to pounce, intensifies like a lover before they climax. The wolf's eyes trap me like fangs around my neck, keeping me pinned in place much like the paws which suspend me above the ground.

Death: “Your life was over the very moment we met, mortal, you just didn't know it yet." I shudder as Death's warm breath washes over my face, and almost as if he could sense my welling panic, as if he could taste my spiking fear, the wolf grins before opening his mouth so abnormally wide that I find myself becoming stunned by the unnatural sight before me.

Long strands of viscous saliva stretch between Death's jaws as he parts his lips, expanding his mouth so wide that I could veritably crawl into it, and while my heart races and my breaths stutter, I become hyper fixated on the intricate details filling the wolf's maw, from the way his bone white teeth glint in the moonlight, to how nicely his black lips contrast against the fleshy red colour filling his maw, to the many ribs decorating his hard palate, to the long pink tongue curling as if unable to contain it's excitement, and finally to the winking sphincter at the back of Death's throat which yawns open and gives me a glimpse of just how meaty the folds of his oesophagus are.

I'm stunned, paralyzed by fear and consumed by a morbid fascination as I hang from the wolf's grip, unable to look away as his putrid breath washes over me with every exhale, and while I had caught whiffs of it before, being assaulted by the fleshy and caustic stench wafting out from deeper withing Death is almost as much an assault on the senses as coming face to face with his groin was.

I'm caught somewhere between terror and disbelief, almost in a trance-like state as I stare at the muscles in the back of Death's throat as they contract with each breath, expanding and dilating in an almost hypnotising fashion, enough that I feel myself reaching out to touch the wolf's mouth, but it's as my fingers brush over his writhing tongue that I snap back to reality and once again try to pry myself from Death's clutches, and with just as casual a manner as he had displayed his mouth to me, the wolf closes his mouth and licks his lips in the most seductive of ways.

Death: “¿Te gusta, hmm~? Don't worry, soon you won't have to worry about anything ever again~" I'm not sure if it's from having his red eyes locked on me or from reality returning in the most daunting of ways, but I loosen my grip on the wolf's neckfur and try pleading with Death.

Brent: “P-please, I'll do anything , just let me live!" With how his smile drops and how solemn the wolf's eyes become immediately after, hope once more blooms in my chest as I stare at him with as imploring a gaze as possible, trying my hardest to prove to Death just how much I won't waste my life if only he'd give me another chance.

Death: “Oh, little mortal, you chose this. I'm only here because you called out to me so sweetly. Don't you understand that by now?" Death's voice becomes sensual and soft in a way that I can only imagine the most intimate of lover's capable of speaking, and as warm tears spill from my cheeks while my voice trembles with despair, the wolf leans in to nuzzle my face before he continues.

Death: “Don't worry, cariño, I'll make better use of your life than you ever did. Isn't that comforting?" My entire body is quivering with fear, and no matter how violently my heart hammers in my chest, I just don't have the energy to fight him off anymore. I know that no matter how hard I try, how far I run, or how desperately I fight Death, he will eventually claim me, and with how the wolf's eyes sharpen, it's almost as if he can sense this understanding in me.

Death: “Rest in peace, cariño. You might not be long for this world, but I shall remember you fondly." Death's words don't so much as pierce the fog of fear clouding my mind as they do ring out like a comforting paw laid upon my arm, and with how the wolf looks so deep into my eyes that it feels as if he were committing my face to memory, my crying stops long enough for me to see Death for who he truly is.

I've drunken so long from the thrill of losing my own life that I had forgotten what had first drawn to it. Death isn't just pain and regret, fear and sorrow, or darkness and despair, for there is peace and meaning to be found in death that surmounts any surge of lust or rush excitement. While the spurt of panic and the spike of adrenaline had first drawn my curiosity, it was the promise of serenity which had truly pulled me in, the assurance that all my troubles could be taken from after a brief moment of pain, a short stint of agony, and it's as I look deeply into Death's blood red eyes that I find this exact same feeling…

Brent: “!!!" My reprieve is short lived, for as abruptly as I fall under the lupine's spell, he spins my entire body around till my ass is raised in the air and my knees are pressed into my armpits, and with his paws wrapped around my thighs and lower back, Death folds me in half till I'm left dangling upside-down with my face buried in his sculpted abs and his furry pelt tickling the underside of my legs, and almost as if perfectly timed, the wolf's gut lets out a hungry growl in the very same moment that Death slides his snout between my cheeks and drags his hot tongue over my gaping hole.

The wolf growls as I moan out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, shameful of the sounds that escape my lips as Death lashes his dexterous tongue across my cream-filled hole, and left cringing in pain as he shoves his slippery serpent into me and starts lapping at my tender anal walls with a type of hunger that his earlier rimjob didn't have.

If it wasn't already humiliating enough to have been hunted like a wild animal, bred as if I were meant to carry his pups, and then taunted with my own demise, then feeling as the wolf wraps his lips around my gaping sphincter and starts sucking the cum from my asshole certainly solidifies my shame, and with how Death's cock slaps the back of my head as I flail and squirm, it's clear that the lupine is enjoying each whimpering moan he forces from my lips.

With my arms and legs dangling overhead and my face caught between my calves, Death has quite literally folded me in half like a jelly sandwich he were sucking the jam from, and if I hadn't spent years becoming flexible through yoga, this position could very well have spelled the end of my life.

I'm exhausted, tired, and drained in every way imaginable. I've hardly slept a couple hours this entire week, and after being chased and then fucked by a wolf twice my height, I have absolutely no energy left to fight him off, no chance of stopping Death from claiming me however he wants, and while I had expected my life to end in a gush of blood and a wave of pain, the pleasure his tongue brings me gives way to surprise when I feel the wolf's wet lips drag over my ass while his fangs scrape the underside of my thighs.

Brent: “!!!" I gasp out in both fright and confusion as Death slurps up my entire rear end into his gaping wet maw and bites down before raising his snout till I'm left dangling from his lips with my entire ass and groin encased within his warm flesh!

My lips part as if to scream, to perhaps express my disbelief as Death secures me in place, but as the tongue in my ass slides even deeper into my bowels, as the wolf's viscous saliva seeps into my cum-stained flesh, nothing more than a strangled moan escapes my lips as the growl rumbling in Death's chest vibrates into me through the lips locked around my pucker.

With the lupine's upper jaw biting down just below my shoulder blades and the lower one cradling my swollen belly, strangled screams escape me as Death twists and curls his tongue inside of my colon, lapping and slurping his semen from my depths as if I were a jam-filled pastry, and with how literal gushes of semen spray from my stretched asshole each time the wolf bites down, that's exactly what I feel like.

I've experienced many different types of fear in the last 7 days. Being chased by Death made me feel desperate in the most prey-like way imaginable, while hiding in my apartment kept me on edge and deeply distressed, but with my arms and legs dangling from the wolf's wet lips, I'm filled with a type of terror that cannot compare to all the rest.

If being utterly exhausted, caught in the afterglow of what was honestly the best sex of my entire life, and being assaulted by a painful kind of pleasure weren't already enough to overwhelm my sluggish thoughts, then trying to make sense of how my entire ass is encased within Death's maw is more than enough to disconcert me completely.

I'm caught both between panic and pleasure under the wolf's ravenous assault. Having his flat tongue lash across my tender insides is both delightful and repulsive, arousing in the most uncomfortable of ways, for despite the rampant fear surging through my veins, my body responds to Death's lecherous touch like it always has.

Crying out as the wolf sucks and slurps his own cum from my body, my cock twitches as he sinks his fangs into my swollen belly and squeezes the semen from my ass with a rumbling growl. My tortured screams pitch into shameful moans as Death starts madly tongue fucking me, curling his flat tip over my bruised intestines and lashing it across every surface, sucking and slurping his spunk from my depths so messily that I feel it spilling from his lips and dribbling down his neck as he gulps through a lustful moan.

I'm so hard that it hurts, and with my cock caught between my bloated stomach and the fleshy floor of Death's mouth, I find myself involuntarily humping into his meaty maw, eagerly thrusting my penis into the slippery gums cradling my length, and relishing in both the danger of being caught between the wolf's jaws and the pleasure of having his tongue as deep inside of me as his dick once was.

My skin prickles with pins and needles every time Death bites down and threatens to dismember me, but at the same time, I find myself moaning out shamefully as his fangs sink into my flesh. Every sensation is sinfully pleasurable, from the warm of his slimy spit slathering my skin, to the pleasure of his warm tongue squirming within my guts. It all feels wrong in the best kind of way, and even though I know that I should be screaming for my life, I instead find myself moaning for more.

Lust and fear collide within me more powerfully than ever before. My skin is cold from terror yet warmed by the breath washing over my back and the wet lips wrapped around my ass, my chest tight with panic as I hang from Death's mouth like a wet noodle, yet so overwhelmed by the tongue fucking me that I willingly grind into it. Despair and euphoria collide in the most seamless of ways, and it's in this moment that I become caught between them that it feels as if they were always meant to coincide.

The wolf suddenly bears down on my prostate, rubbing against my love button so angrily that I'm left convulsing, screaming in both pleasure and agony as I hump into Death's warm flesh, feeling myself draw closer to the edge faster than I ever have before, yet right before I can cum, right as my balls pull taut against my perineum, the wolf pulls his long tongue from my depths and slithers it up between my legs before curling it against my chest and squashing my rearend into the ribbed palate above, and as he hums, Death makes one last long gulp that's so strong it pulls my butt just a little deeper into his mouth.

The absence of pleasure causes me to whine out needily, for me to desperately hump into the soft tongue cradling my length as the wolf's throat relaxes, yet as I part my lips to complain, to beg either for mercy or for him to continue, my voice pitches into a gasp when Death suddenly gulps and sucks my entire ass through the meaty opening of his throat and bites down on the back of my neck!

Brent: “ AAHH!!" I cry out in terror as rapture gives way to fear, for as the wolf locks his lips around my biceps and the underside of my knees, as his slippery tongue wriggles between the folds of my flesh and explores my body much like it did my rectum, the reality of my demise becomes profusely clear, and no matter how unbelievable it is, how inconvincible the very thought may be, the truth is that Death is swallowing me whole as if I were nothing more than an after sex snack for him.

Brent: “N- no!" I kick and lash out as much as this awkward position allows me, finding some sense of agency return as I understand that this wolf is eating me alive, and almost as if to add insult to injury, the lupine chuckles at my weak efforts before turning my strangled screams into stuttered moans as he coils his tongue around my cock and starts jacking me off.

My mind is consumed by fear. Any lingering pleasure I had drawn from Death's touch becomes replaced by unbridled terror as the meaty walls of the wolf's throat contract around my ass so fiercely that whatever cum is left in my belly is forced both from my sphincter and my lips!

As I hack and cough, struggling to inhale from both the salty juices clogging my throat and the teeth threatening my neck, I'm quite literally unable to do anything more than shake my head side to side and flail my limbs. With my knees in my armpits and my face caught between them, I'm completely at the wolf's mercy, and with how he hums while lashing his tongue across my ballsack, how Death softly chews on me as if my flavour were tantalising to him, I know that he is long since past showing mercy.

With only my head, arms, and legs left dangling from the wolf's black lips, each heavy breath he huffs from his cold, wet nose washes over the back of my head while he sucks the cum and sweat from my body as if I were some type of delicacy he were savouring.

Brent: “S- stop!" Almost as if my pleading deepened his hunger, the wolf's stomach rumbles loud enough that I can feel the vibrations travel up my spine, and it's in this same very moment that Death stops biting down and swallows.

Brent: “!!!" A strong vacuum-like tug pulls my ass through the contracting muscles in the wolf's throat, and as the meaty folds of flesh roll up my slick flesh and wrap around my midsection, as my head slips through Death's lips as he bites down just below my elbows, I become ensconced in shadows and warmth, stolen from the light by a slippery serpent which coils around my skull and drowns me in saliva.

My body stiffens as Death licks and sucks on my face as if I were candy, slathering every inch of me in his vicious spit till all I can hear is the sound of my own heartbeat, the strangled cries of my voice echoing in the wolf's cavernous maw, and the muffled squelching of his warm tongue as he bastes me in his saliva.

While I have felt insignificant in the face of Death this entire time, tiny under his gargantuan and otherworldly presence, never have I felt weaker than I do in this very moment, and not because I'm completely subdued by the wolf when he presses me into the roof of his mouth, nor because he parts his lips just long enough to grant me a glimpse of the world outside his wet embrace before puckering them around my limbs, but because Death is treating me as if I were nothing more than food, a tasty snack to fill his belly, meat meant to fuel his sadistic delight, and as he gulps yet again, that's exactly what I feel as if I've become.

My scream echoes out into the night as the wolf parts his lips in the very same motion that my face drags over his slimy tongue, in the very same instant that his fangs scrape over my skin as my entire torso slides into his yawning throat until Death's uvula is pressed into the back of my neck, and as my fingers and toes slide over his lips, as the wolf locks his jaws and drowns me in darkness, he steals me from the world completely.

With my face forced into the rounded papillae of Death's tongue, my arms and legs trapped in place between the wolf's teeth, and my entire torso bent down into the curve of his fleshy oesophagus, I fail to draw in even a sliver of breath as the muscles in his throat constrict around me as powerful as any boa, squeezing the life from me just as violently as the hips which had pounded me into submission.

I thrash madly like a dying animal, kicking and slapping at the slimy tongue which curls around my ankles and playfully licks my fingers, squirming and crying as I try my damndest to escape what must be the most unnatural fate I could have ever have imagined, but with how hungrily the meaty walls of Death's throat grip me, how he subdues my efforts with a simple curl of his tongue, I accomplish little more than throwing myself deeper into panic.

The most primal of instincts awakens in me as I realise that I'm about to be swallowed whole and alive, it surges through me like the exhilaration I'd feel while skydiving, the nervous feeling I'd get in my groin while standing at the edge of a cliff before bungee jumping, but there is no backup parachute this time, no failsafe to keep me from dying, for with how the meaty walls of Death's throat vibrate as his stomach growls, I can physically feel the his hunger take control.

Life returns to me in a wheezing gasp as all the muscles in the wolf's throat loosen just enough for me to suck in a whisp of air, yet it's as a sense of clarity returns to me that my breath is stolen away as Death raises his snout towards the ceiling and makes and incredibly powerful gulp, and as the muscles in his neck suck me down, as the wolf devours me whole and alive, he parts his lips as if to taunt me, as if to grant me one last look at the outside world as his fat uvula flops over my face, as my neck is forced to crane up towards the moonlit warehouse, and as I slide down the wolf's fleshy throat as steals me from the world forever…

As my hands and feet slide over the back of Death's tongue, as my fanned toes and grasping fingers slip through the opening of his yawning oesophagus, I cry out with my last breath as the wolf closes his lips and allows gravity and the powerful muscles of his throat to pull me towards a gratuitous fate, and as the light fades, as I watch his lips close as his throat stretches out above me, Death claims me.

In one single gulp, the wolf swallows me alive. I'm squeezed through his throat ass first, sucked so powerfully through his oesophagus that I don't even have a chance to become short for breath as the slimy walls push me out into Death's stomach. I'm so consumed by terror that I only understand I'm inside of his gut when the cardiac sphincter slips over the top of my head, for as my arms and legs slide from the sopping wet sphincter, as I'm forced into a foetal position by the rugae covered walls, as I become half submerged in a pool of viscous fluids, and as I gasp in a breath that burns like literal fire, all of who I am becomes consumed by warm, living flesh.

I'm engulfed by shadows and submerged in what I can only assume to be a combination of the wolf's cum and his watery digestive juices. What little air there is inside of Death's stomach is a putrid fume which is as sour as it is caustic, and while I'm able to inhale now that I'm nolonger being constricted by the wolf's throat, his stomach offers little breathing room with how firmly it holds me in place.

As I press my elbows into the meaty walls of Death's gut and try to make some space between me and the suffocating flesh, the reality that I've just been swallowed alive doesn't so much as register as it does fuel my need to escape. Jabbing my heels into the wolf's gut, my hands trace frantically across the rugae covered flesh in search of the sphincter which spat me out, but I'm completely disorientated, and with how oppressive the meaty folds of his belly are, my arms buckle and my strength fades as Death's gut subdues me with a grumble that rattles every bone in my body.

Brent: “N-n- no!" My frightened voice echoes off his wet flesh as I try to pull my head out from between my knees, but the wolf's gut tenses and forces me back into place with my arms wrapped around my legs and my chin jabbed into my chest. Not only is the insides of Death's stomach so slippery that I can't get a proper foothold, but the meaty walls are much tougher than I had imagined they would be, and with how I'm quite literally submerged in cum, it feels more as if I've been spat out into a giant testicle than into the wolf's stomach.

Brent: “N-no…" The constricting flesh drains my fight much like how Death's gaze had once pinned me in place, tensing like the arms which had once subdued me as the wolf fucked me senseless, and forcing my struggling to come to a twitching end.

With how Death's stomach jiggles as I settle into place, it feels as if I were suspended in a meaty hammock, cradled in the sweaty embrace of my lover after a night of torrid love making, and with how two objects move to trace over my slimy body from outside my fleshy prison, how I sway side to side as the wolf jostles his swollen belly through a reverberating chuckle, I stiffen as his barely coherent voice echoes from all around me in the most disturbing of ways.

Death: “Riiight where you belong, cariño~" Warm tears spill from my face as I cry out in anguish, trying my best to shy away from the paws which rub the wolf's stomach, but they are just as inescapable as the thick flesh encasing me. He kneads and caresses the indentation of me through his pelt, touching my body in such a perverse way that I somehow feel even more violated than I did while being swallowed alive.

Either through how Death proudly caresses his belly like a well fed housecat, through the fetid fumes filling my chamber and the salty cum washing over my skin, through the meaty walls which press into every inch of my skin, or simply from despair finally taking over, I hug my legs closer to my body and sob loudly, allowing all of my regrets and all of my sorrows to spill from me in the most primal of sounds, and as I wail like a dying animal, trembling and shivering as I choke on the caustic stench of his gastric acids, Death shushes me with the most sickeningly sweet of cadences.

Death: “Don't cry, mortal~ I promised to give your life meaning, didn't I~?" He rubs my back through his flesh, patting and caressing his stomach as if to try bring me comfort, and I'm not sure if it's Death's touch which calms me down or simply from finally coming to terms with my own demise, but I pull my face from between my knees, and as I sniff and do my best to wipe the viscous fluids slathering my face, my sorrow falters long enough for me to try make sense of my surroundings, and even though my eyes have somewhat adjusted to the darkness, enough for me to distinguish my own movements, I am completely bathed in shadows, surrounded by squelching wet flesh, and drowned in deafening groans of hunger.

This… Is this really happening? It was one thing for me to come to terms with the absurd idea that the very embodiment of Death was hunting me, that I had somehow signed my own demise by overindulging in lust, but to accept that the wolf has just ate me alive, that a guy who is twice my size just swallowed me whole is somehow even harder to believe than his very existence, but as I trace my hands over the slimy walls, as I feel ouch each wriggly fold of rugae, as I focus on the soft and soothing feeling of the wolf's paws rubbing my back, I find myself incapable of denying that this is real, that I'm going to die inside of someone's stomach as if I were nothing more than food…

Snaking my trembling arms back around my legs, I exhale a deep and rattled breath that does nothing to calm my racing thoughts, but as I close my eyes and do all I can to relax, as I try my best to not think about how I will most likely suffocate in only a few minutes, the meaty walls encasing me grumble even louder than before, vibrating so powerfully that it rattles every bone in my body, and as the deafening sound comes to a squelching end, as my outstretched arms shakily wrap around my calves, the wet flesh embracing me begins to move in the most subtle of ways.

A whimper escapes my lips as the meaty walls start to undulate in the most languid of motions, for as they squelch while dragging over my flesh, steadily but surely growing into a steady rhythm, it doesn't take much for my addled mind to understand that the wolf's stomach is responding to being stuffed full the only way it knows how, that peristalsis is now beginning to set in as the walls become wetter, and that I am in fact going to be digested alive…

As the daunting realisation sinks in, swelling in my chest like a hollow space which grows just as steadily as the slowly undulating walls of Death's stomach, I initially mistake this feeling for remorse, a longing for the life that's about to be stolen from me, but as I lay within the meaty folds of his gut, feeling the fleshy walls becoming warmer as they secrete digestive juices, a sensation I hadn't noticed till now draws my wandering touch between my legs.

Brent: “I-I'm enjoying this…" As much as fear pulses through my veins with every thunderous beat of my heart, as much as I shudder with disgust each time the meaty walls roll over my skin, and as much as I want nothing more than to escape dying in such an unnatural and terrifying way, my erection throbs alongside each strangled breath I inhale, twitching in tandem with the paws that trace up my back, and pulsing in tune with the excited heartbeat reverberating through the thick flesh above.

Brent: “…" I don't know what guides my hands, perhaps it's from how my disgust turns to pleasure when my penis rubs against my belly and thighs, or maybe it's simply from me embracing the depravity of it all, from me convincing myself that I'd rather feel pleasure than pain before the end, but I slip both hands between my wet flesh and grab hold of my shaft and my nutsack, and as I spread my legs apart enough to tug my balls, as I expose my entire front to the hungry flesh that laps my skin, I start stroking my cock as the meaty walls of Death's stomach continue to churn and groan, rolling over me in squelching waves that guide every motion I make along my length.

Brent: “F-fuck…" Why does this suddenly feel so good? I was gagging on the caustic fumes a moment ago and shuddering in disgust at the slimy feeling of being basted in cum and digestive enzymes, so why do the fleshy walls grinding into me suddenly feel so pleasurable? Why does every deafening groan cause me to moan out as if in the throes of euphoria? Why do these once terrifying sensations now feel so good?

Is it fear which guides this pleasure? Acceptance which fills me with such excitement? I don't want to die, but realising that I can't escape Death has made me so hard that it hurts, has filled me with such an overwhelming lust that I can't stop myself from spreading my legs further apart and shoving three fingers into my gaping asshole as I embrace the terror prickling my skin.

Death: “Thaaat's it, cariño~ Just give in~" The muffled rumble of Death's voice echoing overhead and the sensual feeling of his paws caressing me from outside my fleshy prison help to guide each stroke I make along my throbbing cock, amplifying my euphoria as I imagine the smug look of satisfaction my wolf must have on his handsome face right now, how his stomach must jiggle with every move I make, and how swollen his belly must be in the shape of me.

With each groaning wave of peristalsis, each wet undulation that bastes me in his viscous juices, I find myself becoming more fervent alongside the wolf's churning gut, more desperate for release with every splash I make in his gastric acids, and hungrier for climax through each violent caress his rugae covered walls make across my frame.

My mind swirls with pleasure through the slimy juices squelching around me and drifts further from my grasp with every mouthful of cum I swallow, amplified by the tingly sensation his warm fluids make while oozing down my throat. I feel lost to the meaty folds rolling over me, subdued by the warm flesh in the most domineering of ways, and with how consumed I am by lust, I find myself thrusting my cock between meaty folds, licking the honey-like juices from the walls as they brush over my face, and relishing in how violently his stomach pushes me around with no regard for my safety.

While the inside of Death's gut was wet and sticky from the very start, filled with a combination of his gastric acids, saliva, and the cum he had sucked from my ass, the smell of his spunk is soon overwhelmed by an intensely caustic fume which is so sour that it stings my eyes and burns my lips. This syrupy liquid seems to be oozing from between every crevice and every meaty fold of his gut, and with how it prickles my skin and burns my lungs, it's not hard to understand that it marks the first stages of my digestion.

I'm dizzy, disorientated from more than just lust, but a lack of oxygen. I gasp through each undulating caress, wheezing for air between the meaty folds that grind against my face, and with how hot the wolf's stomach is becoming, breathing becomes even more or a chore. I'm not sure if it's just from how sensitive my skin has become through the digestive enzymes or simply from how ecstasy has taken over, but the walls of Death's stomach are so searingly hot that it feels as if I'm being cooked alive in cum.

My clouded mind becomes even hazier in the same motion that my eyes roll into the back of my skull, and with how my body begins to convulse and twitch, I initially mistake my quickening pulse for my rising climax, but with how desperate for breath I become, how my lungs start trembling just as fiercely as my limbs, I quickly understand that I'm suffocating…

This feeling of succumbing, of all my natural instincts and efforts being rendered useless in the face of an unstoppable force is one very familiar to me. I've had some of the best orgasms of my life while being choked, and with how there is no way for me to tap out if things become too intense, with how the wolf's stomach is literally killing me, I'm pushed over the edge in the very moment that a resounding burp steals what little space and air I once had.

Brent: “!!!" As I become submerged in cum and digestive juices, my twitching frame stiffens as my balls pull taut against my shaft, and with how much more violent the wolf's stomach grinds into me without pockets of air to hinder it, how the fleshy walls quite literally squeeze the life from me with each undulation, I cum even harder than I did while being knotted by Death.

I'm not sure if it's because I'm drowning in a meaty sack filled with cum, or simply from my body understanding that this is the last orgasm I'll ever have, but the pleasure which courses through me as my sperm mixes with the wolf's is so intense that it feels as if it were ripping me apart, tearing through me so powerfully that even when my fingers become numb, even as I twitch and spasm as my brain starts shutting down, the blinding ecstasy doesn't dull for even the briefest of seconds.

I'm convulsing wildly, thrashing so violently that I can't tell if it's from a seizure or my climax, but as my orgasm rips me apart, as I'm twisted and bent inside of the wolf's stomach, I start to lose all sense of reality as darkness begins to seep into my mind, diming the last vestiges of cognition as I feel all of who I am being stolen from this world. Yet before the shadows can claim me, right before I can leave this world in a wave of bliss, a gust of cold air washes over me as the constricting walls loosen, and as if led by instinct, my entire body lurches as I gasp in the fresh air.

Brent: “!!!" My dwindling climax skyrockets as life returns to my hardening veins, and even as I choke in my next breath, I'm able to understand that Death had just swallowed down air for me, that despite expecting I would die while submerged in the wolf's cum, that he is still far from done with me, that Death would never allow me to die so mercilessly with how long I've taunted him.

Fright and pleasure course through me as I gasp in each burning breath, and as my heart hammers in my chest as I moan out in rapture, pain collides with ecstasy as my climax comes to a trickling end, tapering off in a sharp contrast to the waves of peristalsis that continues to assault me, and as I simmer in the afterglow, wallowing in the cum and digestive fluids that splash around me, embarrassment blooms in my chest as I start to understand what I just did…

Shame washes over my cum-stained face when I realise that I just got off inside the stomach of my murderer, that I had fallen so deeply into depravity that I had actively lapped the digestive juices from his meaty walls, but as I curl into a foetal position and bury my face between my legs, as I feel how sore my stomach becomes from the viscous liquids sloshing within, a whimper escapes my lips as a fear of death once again sets in.

I'm not sure if it's from reality returning to me or if digestion had properly set in while I was riding out my orgasm, but I only realise now how unbearably hot the inside of Death's stomach has become, how each brush it makes against my hypersensitive skin burns like fire, and with how violently the meaty walls grind into me, they quite literally squeeze the air from my lungs and force wads of digestive acid down my throat.

My dwindling afterglow fights for control as shame swells within me, warming my face and tightening my chest in a way that the wolf's oppressive stomach never could. I mean, I've always known that I can take things too far in the bedroom, hell, I've made more than a few people nervous with the things I've asked them to do to me, but never before did I feel embarrassed about any of that.

Waking up the morning after a busy night with bruises on my neck and being unable to talk would make me so hot that I'd have to jack off before being able to get out of bed, but as I stew in Death's churning gut, tasting his cum upon my lips and feeling his digestive juices sting my skin, I'm not entirely sure what else I should be feeling other than a deep sense of sorrow, and almost as if he could feel my heart ache, the wolf's barely discernible voice echoes out from all around me in a far gentler tone.

Death: “I'm here with you, cariño. You don't have to be afraid anymore." His tone is as sweet as candy yet as vile as any poison, but either through understanding that there is no escape or simply from me no longer being able to deny my deepest of desires, I give in, and I give up.

Whatever lingering hope I had held onto is stolen away by the meaty folds of Death's gut, sucked up by the groaning and squelching of the wolf's belly as it works on breaking me down, on melting the skin from my body and churning me into chyme, on stealing me from this world in the most primal and violent way imaginable.

I'm not sure if it's from my lingering afterglow, the corrosive fumes filling my lungs, or simply from the unexpected sense of relief I feel while accepting my own death, but I become intoxicated, drunk on this feeling which consumes me just as greedily as the wolf's stomach. It feels so good to submit that my still hard cock twitches as the fleshy walls spread my legs further apart, that I find myself becoming a willing slave to each slopping sound of wet skin, to every grotesque smell, and to each retched taste.

I go into a trance where it feels as if I'm caught in the middle of an orgy, as if I were sandwiched between many sweaty bodies and drenched with cum, yet as I wallow in this delight, becoming lost to space and time where only my pleasure exists, the tingle which had felt like claws tracing across my skin soon becomes like razorblades dragging over my flesh.

My sticky eyelids peel open to the darkness as if to find some answer for this searing pain which I can't seem to escape no matter how much I wriggle, but as I struggle to pull my arms and legs back to my body, the reality of what it means to be inside of someone's stomach becomes painfully inescapable as I wrap my arms around my legs and pull them as close to my body as possible, for as I curl my fingers around my claves, my skin quite literally peels away.

Brent: “Fuck!" Seething through my teeth as blinding hot agony shoots through my legs, I pull my hands away as if to escape the pain, but it's as I squirm that I realise just how badly corroded my skin has become, for as the meaty folds of Death's stomach grind into me with hungry groans, I can physically feel it tear my skin open, chafing my body so badly that my flesh begins to peel away, and despite having just surrendered myself to Death, the intense agony causes my body to lash out without control.

Death: “Calmarse, cariño. Allow me claim all of who you are~" Some part of me tries to comply, to obey the wolf like I have done with countless masters in the past, but I can't stop barking out in agony as each wave of peristalsis rips the flesh from my body, burning holes through my skin with each hungry brush the meaty walls make against me.

I've endured a lot of pain in my life, but being flayed alive by Death's stomach, to feel his digestive enzymes burn through my skin as the fleshy gut kneads and squeezes my body like a possessive lover, it's so painful that it feels as if I'm going to faint, that the last thing I will feel in my life will be the insufferable agony of being torn apart, yet no matter how hard I beg or how much I squirm, my torment continues.

Realising that I'm being digested alive, that Death has been swallowing air this whole time so that I could be conscious while my skin peels from my body, so that I could suffer the excruciating pain of being melted by his gastric acids, and so that I could feel as my body slowly dissolves into chyme, is the most sadistic act I can imagine anyone forcing another to suffer, yet despite his cruelty, Death continues to comfort me with reassuring words and a tender touch.

Closing my eyes and listening to the soft words falling from my wolf's lips, I focus on how gently he strokes his swollen belly while telling me that everything's going to be alright, on leaning into his touch as Death ask's me to give all I am to him, and on finding pleasure through pain like I always have.

I don't fight, I relax as best I can as the wolf's stomach rips me apart, as it peels the skin from my back and scrapes the hair from my head, yet no matter how hard I try to submit, how much I tell myself this is what I want, I can't stop my body from lashing out as the meaty walls bend my right foot back so far that my ankle snaps, that I can't stop myself from screaming like a slaughtered pig as Death's gut grinds and kneads into me so violently that it breaks my fingers.

Not only has the wolf's stomach become scaldingly hot to the point that his gastric acids feel like boiling water washing over my skin, but his gut has become so active that it forces the air from my lungs as it pulverises me, scraping the skin from my body and slathering every inch of me in caustic enzymes which burn like liquid fire, and so vocal that my terrified screams become completely lost between the wet, hungry groans.

The world around me turns into a muddled mess of anguish and fear as I lose all control of my body to. With my face smothered in hot flesh, I become blinded to all else other than his incessant touch. With digestive acids clogging my ears and nostrils, I can barely hear the squelching groans of his belly any more than I can smell my own skin burning. And with how much unbelievable pain I'm in, I can barely believe I'm still conscious, let alone alive as I feel myself melt into chyme.

Where once the corrosive fumes of the wolf's gut had me gagging with every breath, I now find myself choking for air between each slimy mouthful of digestive stomach acid that washes down my throat. Where once the gurgling of Death's stomach had deafened me to all else, I can now only hear the frantic pounding of my own heart as gastric enzymes work on breaking me down from the inside. And where once I had writhed in pleasure between the heavy folds of flesh, I now find myself convulsing in agony as it rips the ears from my skull and tears the nuts from my sack.

Reality becomes torture; Disconcerted through pain and distorted through fear. All I can understand is violence and agony, a suffering which is prolonged through each breath the wolf swallows, an anguish which is amplified by the rising fluids which threaten to drown me, and I'm not sure if it's because I start to lose feeling in my arms, or because each inhale becomes more difficult than the last, but even through the bedlam clouding my thoughts, I can tell that I won't last much longer, that either through blood loss or anaphylactic shock, I will die inside of Death's stomach…

I'm not sure if it's from acknowledging how I will die or simply from my body rereleasing endorphins as my brain shuts down, but the insufferable agony tearing me apart suddenly vanishes and becomes replaced with a focused, if incredibly lethargic sense of clarity, and it's in this hazy lucidity that I find a strange enjoyment in each undulation, a strange sense of purpose through this the fleshy walls tearing me apart.

How many years have I spent looking for a meaning to my life through other people? I had thought that if I could just find one guy who would share in the pleasure of watching me suffer I could be happy, but none of the escorts I rented ever felt the same, and that's not to say they didn't enjoy watching my eyes roll into the back of my skull as I convulsed beneath them, more so that there was this sense of disquiet, an unease which made them worry for my safety, made them scared of taking things too far, but not this wolf, Death doesn't care if he kills me in the most agonising of ways possible, he has no qualms with hurting me and actively enjoys the sounds of my tortured screams.

As reality twists just as wickedly as Death's stomach, as time almost seems to slow down to allow me this moment of clarity, the most profound sense of acceptance washes over me, and not through some desire to submit myself to someone stronger, nor because there is no way for me to escape my own demise, but because I'm finally able to admit that this really is everything I've ever wanted, that despite telling myself it was the thrill of death I had chased, it was the very act itself which I truly desired.

As I slosh around the wolf's belly, feeling it scrape over the exposed bones on my back and twist my arm so awkwardly that it dislocates my shoulder, I don't feel pain or fear as my lips dissolve from my face, as my body creaks and cracks under the crushing weight of Death's hunger, and not even as the digestive juices rise up over my head and fill the wolf's belly to the brim. I feel at peace as I'm broken apart, comforted by the flesh which kills me, and I feel a profound sense of meaning in my demise, that the only way I could find any true meaning in this world is through my own death.

My thoughts become clouded and addled, as disconnected from me as the arm which is ripped from my side, as numb to me as my sense of touch, and as distant to me as the life which was never mine to keep. It all swirls and twists together till I can't discern reality from thought, where my mind, my body, and my very soul are consumed completely by Death.

Where once pain and fear had stolen me from reality, where once lust and desire had guided me towards a dark fate, I now find myself being whisked away from my decrepit flesh in the same way that the wolf had sucked the cum from my rectum. It feels as if the very essence of my being is siphoned from my body, pulled from my melting fleshing in the gentlest of manners. It tugs at me like the hand of a caring lover, embracing me like the arms of a long-lost friend, and soothes me in a way that only my mother's voice was capable.

As darkness consumes me, as my limbs are ripped from their sockets as my mangled body becomes entangled in my own intestines, as Death himself claims my very soul, I feel the last beat of my heart before I die, the last breath bubble from my lips as I fade, yet even as my neck snaps, even as my organs spill from my abdomen when I'm broken in half, my consciousness doesn't drift, it lingers like a whisper upon a neck, like the memory of a kiss on lips, and like the afterglow of an orgasm.

It feels as if I exist without existing, as if I'm alive without being alive, as if the wolf were draining the very essence of my being into himself, as if my soul were devoured far more ravenously than my flesh, but this second fading isn't violent or hurtful, it isn't frightful or bad in any way, it's comforting and safe, filled with such a deep sense of purpose that I finally understand the only reason I was born into this world was to offer my myself body and soul to Death.

As my memories dissolve, as every good sensation I ever felt in this world, any pain I've ever experienced, all the love I've ever had, and all of the joy I've ever shared becomes absorbed by the wolf, consumed by the very shadows of his eternal being, the last thing I feel as the remnants of my soul fuel his undying spirit is a profound fulfilment; A deep and gratifying sense of satisfaction from finally being claimed by Death, that after so many years spent longing for his loving touch, I can finally be at peace…

~THE END~

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