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Steve stands at the window watching the rain fall. If he chooses to really listen he can hear the droplets of water hitting the leaves and the roof of their dwelling. Today has been a good day for them, a productive day with no trials, and good meals. He can feel himself starting to get aroused; he can't help himself. For he knows what usually ends a good day. A good night.

Almost as if on queue he can feel a large presence approach from behind and wrap massive arms around Steve's chest pulling him close. The massive head of the were-elk rests on Steve's shoulder as it looks out at the darkening forest. In a guttural voice it asks; “Danger?”

You would expect that the scents that now envelope Steve; the rich earthy smells, the slight hint of blood would be a turn off but they're not. Raising his hand up to work his fingers into the shaggy fur of his love's neck Steve sighs contently. He basks in the closeness of the were-elk, and the peaceful beauty that surrounds them. “No. I was just watching the rain...”

The beast moves it's head slightly so that it can sniff at the human it made its mate. Breathing in deep there is a scent that has it instinctively make a sound that's a mix of a grunt and a growl. One of the massive hands slide down Steve's chest and over the bulge forming in his jeans.

Giving a gentle but firm squeeze the were-elk chuffs with amusement as Steve groans a little in response. The beast asks in broken English “Heat again?”

“When you're around? Always.” Steve gives as a playful reply.

Some Russian is muttered by the creature, but Steve doesn't catch it. It had been a real problem at first; Steve speaking English and the were-elk speaking Russian. Thankfully with time they've both managed to pick up enough of each other's languages to properly, if not always cleanly, communicate.

Given that his shirt is now being pulled over his head Steve is willing to bet that whatever was said, it wasn't negative. Much like most of their sex, the action is sudden and done with strong hands. Steve starts to turn around but a firm grasp takes hold of his hips and holds him in place. The anticipation of what comes next has Steve flex his cock. His jeans are starting to feel tight, and the cloth of his boxers that rubs against the head of his dick is starting to feel damp.

One of the were-elk's hands grips Steve's bulge once more, the firm feeling has Steve flex his cock again though this time instinctively he also rolls his hips to grind against the the were-elk's growing erection.

The long, crooked teeth of the were-elk gently trace along the skin of Steve's shoulder. In a moment knows that those teeth will bite down and the real fun will begin. The were-elk keeps massaging Steve's groin and Steve can't help but thrust himself against the hand knowing that soon all the teasing ends. His jeans feel so tight, so cumbersome, oh how he wants to feel them be torn away.

There is a grunt, the tips of the were-elk's teeth are so close to pressing down but they stop just short. The bite being faked and the tease has the desired effect. Even though there was no bite Steve's body still reacts as if there was. Yet the lack of an actual bite causes confusion in Steve's stimulated body and the man has what feels like an orgasm rip through him though he doesn't get to have any real release. He's left with quaking muscles, heavy breathing, and a hyper sensitive cock absolutely soaked in pre-cum but he knows that he hasn't actually shot a true load yet.

The were-elk's large tongue slowly traces over previous bite marks; those that haven't healed yet and those from the night Steve pledged himself to this magnificent monster. The latter will never heal, Steve will see the outline of the were-elk's bite on his skin for the rest of his life and he wouldn't have it any other way.

What he won't put up with is any more teasing tonight, “I need to show you something.”

Steve pulls away from the were-elk, but still holds its hand in his. He leads the creature he calls husband over to the bed. Ignoring the curious, slightly confused expression Steve undresses the were-elk and gently pushes it back so that it ends up in a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

Steve's eyes are focused on the long, tapered, pink, glistening flesh poking out from its sheath. While its obviously excited only about eight inches have come out so far. Smiling with confidence, laced with a bit of amusement Steve says, “Watch this.”

And the were-elk watches as its human sinks to his knees, grip hold of what's exposed of its dick just above the edge of its sheath and guides the tapered tip past his lips. It must have teased the human too much because Steve is letting the dick rub against the top of his mouth; the soft ridging being a well known and enjoyed stimulation torture for the creature.

Its breathing gets heavy as it has to concentrate on not giving into instinct. It wants to grab Steve by the hair and use his mouth as it sees fit. It knows it can't do that though, if the human takes too much orally it will cough and choke. It doesn't want to do that to him. It never wants to cause Steve any form of distress that it knows Steve wouldn't enjoy.

Its eyes go wide as it watches more and more of itself slide into that human mouth. He's taking more than he's taken before and yet Steve isn't gagging. The were-elk's excitement grows. In its mind's eye it pictures being able to no longer hold back. It being able to breed its wife the way its always wanted to; using which ever end it wants, for as long as it wants til its spent. The way it knows Steve wants it to be, the way its wife tries to be. The excitement of what its imaging mixed with the pleasure Steve is giving it sends it into its first orgasm of the night.

Steve does his best to swallow what he can, and there is lots he manages to swallow. There is a thick heat to the were-elk's semen and he can feel that warm, thick feeling going down his throat and building in his belly. There's so much though that he ends up coughing. An impressive amount of seed that he didn't manage to swallow not only runs down Steve's chin, but spills back onto the were-elk's cock and splatters on to the wooden floor.

“Sorry...”

The were-elk frowns at the apology, it pets the side of Steve's head. “It okay.”

“I really thought I'd have it that time.”

It wants to take Steve's mind off what happened. The best way it knows to do that is fill Steve's head with enough pleasurable sensation that it ends up being empty till morning.

Steve may not be a body builder but he has always been a durable, strong, solidly built person yet to the were-elk he must weigh nothing. By the time he registers that it has grabbed him he's already laying on his back on the bed.

The were-elk nuzzles Steve's groin and breathes deep. “Wet.”

Steve looks down and can feel his skin warm from a blush. His husband is right, he seems to have been so horny that this pre has started to soak through the front of the denim. He shivers when he feels the tongue slowly go the length of his bulge as though it's trying to lick his pre through the fabric.

A moment later he absolutely shudders as the rough feeling tongue now is running the length of his cock. His pants and underwear are down around his knees and he's about to be taken into its muzzle. The sensation of rubbing against the crooked pointed teeth, the powerful tongue that can almost wrap its way fully around his cock, the moist breath blasting through its nostrils from its hard breathing into his pubic hair, even the creature's drool he can feel running down his balls...there isn't much that can feel as good as this. All of these sensations at once send Steve over the edge instantly.

Unfortunately for him its decided to be greedy tonight, to treat its wife well tonight. Despite the fact that Steve can feel his load begin to turn to a dribble the rhythmic bobbing of the were-elk's head doesn't stop. Apparently it isn't done tasting its human's cock.

There's a hyper sensitivity Steve feels from being over stimulated. He moans, and even thrashes as that sensitivity spreading out from his groin moving to affect his whole body. He can't help himself. He doesn't even fully realize what he's doing. As he feels the second orgasm building he manages to get himself into a sitting position, grab hold of his husband's antlers and start thrusting hard into the monster's muzzle just as the second load starts to leave him.

Steve let's go of the antlers and falls back feeling overwhelmed. He sees his love do the closest thing it can to a smile as it crawls on top of him. He knows that it's coming in for a kiss, it's go to action when Steve needs a minute to calm down. At the very last moment Steve notices a slight dribble of cum still spilling over its lower lip but before he can say anything the kiss begins.

A human and a were-elk can't French kiss the way two humans can, its muzzle gets in the way but it can still get its tongue into Steve's mouth. The kiss is passionate, as all their kisses tend to be but this time Steve finds himself confused. There is a taste present he's never tasted before. It only takes a moment to realize that he's tasting his own cum for the first time. Then he realizes that the same must be true for the were-elk, that it is getting to taste itself for the first time too. It's not like Steve had a chance to rinse his mouth.

He finds something oddly hot about what's happening, the idea of their two tastes becoming one that they both get to experience.

Steve's thoughts are derailed when, without warning, he feels what he'd guess to be about six inches of were-elk cock force their way inside him. He grabs at the scruffy neck desperately trying to ensure the kiss doesn't end as the thrusting begins.

Back when they were in what Steve called their dating stage he had been able to only take about five inches before it became too much. The night of their honeymoon he had managed to make nine inches. Though it starts off tapered and slender at the tip, the monster's cock gets thicker as you take more. At the time Steve thought that nine inches might split him open...

The were-elk takes great pleasure from the moan Steve lets out as with a thrust, in the here and now, the creature's hips slap against Steve's ass. It had worried that its human wouldn't be fit for true breeding but Steve had pushed for patience ...and practice. Now Steve's body is trained so well that all fourteen inches of were-elk cock feel like they're sliding into a pocket made just for it.

Steve knows that if, for some reason, he and his husband part ways there will be no one else that will be able to satisfy him. Not like this. To feel the beast's cock so deep within him that Steve believes it's touching places only doctors could name is a feeling beyond description. He could say ecstasy but the word feels lacking for how this cock truly feels when it's this deep within him. Steve wants to tell his love how good he's feeling right now but all he can vocalize are random sounds so, with a bit of concentration, he manages to clench those muscles deep within him trying to give the entirety of the cock one good squeeze.

It loves the durability of this human. Steve's body clenches around its length and it knows that's the sign. It knows that it doesn't need to hold back anymore; foreplay is over. Time to breed him like a good female should be bred. The were-elk steps back, as it pulls Steve's pants and underwear fully off it let's its cock naturally slide out. Its wife makes a sound of disappointment and longing.

Before Steve can get enough of his senses back to ask what's going on his husband's strong hands grip his hips and easily him flip over. Steve can feel his spent, over stimulated, and worn cock somehow manage to harden again in anticipation of what's going to happen. He's dragged closer to the edge of the bed.

The were-elk doesn't want to hold back anymore, and it knows it can really treat its wife the way he wants to be treated. He knows his Steve doesn't want tenderness, or simple touches anymore. That he's past kisses, and playful acts. That's why it has to be standing when it does this, so it can use the full strength of its body to give Steve, not just what he wants but what he needs.

The time has come for the husband to be selfish, to be greedy. It's time for this beast to use its wife's beautiful hole til its satisfied. It'll its spent.

When the time comes that Steve is so full of were-elk seed that it forcefully leaks out from around the base of the beast's cock it will determine how satisfied it is. If its balls still feel heavy then it will pull out just enough to let its wife enjoy the feeling of the excess seed pouring out without getting to actually feel empty. When it feels confident there's enough space for another load or more it will ram its cock back in and continue til its balls feel tight due to having experienced enough release.

There is no holding back, no reserve, and no regrets as the night air comes alive with the high pitched sounds of two people very in love losing themselves in the rut.