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In the town of Hollow Springs, a bard had just finished packing up for the night, his fingers aching after hours of playing. To his surprise and delight, he managed a good haul, his purse heavy with gold and silver, his head a bit fuzzy with drinks he received as tips from the merry patrons of the tavern. As much as he would have loved to stay at the tavern, he sadly could not, planning on saving every scrap of coin he made on his journey, so with a heavy heart, he wished the barkeep ado, and went on his way down the road, and out of the city.

Despite how much safer it was inside the city, he left it behind him, leaving the walls to fade off into the horizon as he marched down the road, the forest overtaking the world around him as night crept forward, enveloping the woods in darkness. After a bit more walking, the bard turned to go deeper into the forest, far enough away from the road to conceal himself, quickly erecting a small camp, complete with a small fire.

As he sat by the fire, the bard unfurled his bedroll close to the flames, letting it soak up the warmth as he nibbled on some trail rations, feeding the fire some twigs and small branches. However, as he was about to tuck his rations away and crawl into bed, he heard a sharp snap from within the woods, grabbing his shortsword as he turned towards the sound.

It was dead silent for a few long moments, his heart racing in his chest as he stared down the darkness. He was about to chalk it up to a stray animal, when a pair of glowing golden eyes shuffled out of the darkness, followed by a snarling dark maw, the form of a large wolven beast shuffling it's way out of the brush, staring him down.

“S-stay back! I may be a musician by trade, but I know how to handle a blade!" He called out to it, brandishing his sword. The beast, however, seemed unphased, standing upright, revealing it's muscular outline cloaked in thick black fur as it stepped into the light of the fire.

In a flash, the wolf had darted forward, lunging at the bard with its claws, it's jaws wide open. The bard side stepped, slashing at the beast, it's thick skin resisting the blades edge as the wolf turned to face him. The bard made another attempt, rushing at the wolf as it was readjusting, thrusting the tip of the blade straight at him, the wolf moving just in time to dodge, the blade burying into the tree behind the wolf.

The wolf stood between the bard and the tree, snarling down at him as he tried to pull the blade out, snapping it's jaws in his face. The bard let go of his sword, stepping back a few paces. “N-now now, I only struck in self defense! I would never hurt something so….s-so exotic as you!" He stammered, trying to find the right words to get out of his predicament alive.

The wolfs expression softened a little, still with a snarl, but now a hint of curiosity. The bard saw the change, taking his chance as he stepped further back. “Oh, d-do you not believe me? Truly, I do mean it when I say, I find you quite…..alurring." He mumbled out, reaching down into his pack, pulling out a hand mirror and giving it to the wolf.

The wolf growled as he reached into his, more curiosity striking it's face as he pulled out the mirror. The wolf couldn't help but become distracted by it's reflection, looking for whatever the bard could be finding attractive.

The bard inched closer to the wolf, his eyes darting between its muzzle of teeth and his sword,his hand coming up, hovering out to reach for the blade. “S-see? You are...quite the, uh… specimen?" He spoke, more focused on the blade than pretending to woo the werewolf. He took a chance, swinging his arm forward, hoping to catch his blade and plunge it into the wolfs back.

By some divine prank, his hand shot past the blade, barely missing it's pomel, landing with a muffled slap on the wolf's furry rear. The slap seemed to echo through the forest, the sounds of nature becoming silent, leaving only the crackling of the fire as the bard slowly looked up at the wolf, halfheartedly laughing.

The wolf snarled, and the bard whined, shutting his eyes tight and readying himself for the afterlife…but the stinging of the claws never came. As he opened his eyes once more, he saw the wolf had turned around, bending over and digging it's claws into the tree, presenting his furred cheeks to the bard.

The bard swallowed hard, his vision glazing over the toned rump, the wolf's tailhole peaking out from behind the fur, before his eyes finally stopped at the beasts hanging sack, sending a shudder down his spine. He'd never had sex with a man before,yet alone a beast man, but he felt he was in too deep to stop, not with his life intact anyways.

Hesitantly, he slid his trousers down, uncovering his length, which was surprisingly long and girthy given the bards stature. He timidly stepped towards the wolf, one hand resting on his furred cheek, while the other began to slowly stroke his own shaft, waking it up and bringing it to a semi erect state. “I, uh… do not have any lube…"

The wolf huffed, his tail hiking up and out of the way, giving the bard more room to work with as one clawed hand spread a cheek aside, the wolf's tailhole now in perfect view. The bard nodded, spitting in his hand and coating his shaft, before bringing the tip to the winking hole.

The bard spat a few more times, smearing it onto the tip as it pressed against the wolf, teasing the beasts hole, before he pushed forward, sinking deep into the wolf, letting out a deep moan. “H-hoo~ by the gods! More velvety than an elf, b-but tighter than an orc!"

The wolf chuckled slightly, the laugh sending a shiver down the bards spine, but his body didn't stop, continuing to press into the wolf until his hips met the fluffy rump. The bard gave his hips a few rolls, his eyes rolling back as the wolf's divine hole massaged his member. He felt like he'd melt from the pleasure, if not for the slight fear pricking his nerves. He feared if he didn't perform well, the wolf may just kill him, or maybe it would anyways.

Not wanting to disappoint if it were the former, the bard pulled back, starting a steady rhythm as he slid back and forth, his length trembling as the wolfs tail wagged in his face, tickling his nose. The wolf buckled under the bard, it's strength keeping it standing while the waves of pleasure threw off it's balance, it's jaw hanging open as it panted hot, needy breaths.

The bards pace slowly escalated, like a crescendo of notes, the wolf having to push back against him as he bucked up into the beast, his body completely surrendering to his primal urges. He looked back down at the werewolf, a slight grin flashing on his face as he watched it pant with want, his hand coming off the wolf's rump, striking it again and making the wolf yelp in surprise, its hole clenching around his cock.

The wolf shuddered, its own shaft dripping as the bard took it from behind, it's tongue lolling out of its mouth. The wolf's hole only got tighter as the session went on, making it harder and harder for the bard to hold back, his hands gripping the wolf's fur tightly. The wolf however, didn't want to wait, pushing back against the bard hard and fast, rolling its own hips in time with his.

“G-gods above! Im…. c-cumming!" The bard felt himself be pushed over the edge, the wolf's tailhole was too much for him, giving it one more good trust before he felt himself release deep into its ass, his moans of ecstacy filling the forest. His legs seemed to give out from under him, making him fall forward, supported by the wolf, who dug it's claws deeper into the tree, snarling as it felt the warmth of the bards load pour into him, a small puddle forming under it as it's own cock leaked.

The bard felt completely spent, weakly looking up, the last thing his eyes caught were the wolf's as it looked back at him, before darkness enveloped his vision. The bard awoke as a ray of light peaked through the leaves above, groggily sitting up, wondering if it was all just a dream, until his eyes caught his clothes, sword, and purse in a neat pile next to the dead fire.

Checking through his purse, it seemed the wolf had taken all the gold he'd made, but left him his silver and copper, which was a much better trade than dying in his opinion. After a brief moment of reminiscing as he looked over the tree where they embraced, the bard was off again, heading to the next town to play at, hoping to have a good night's haul once more.

He never did find out who the wolf was, but he noticed a shady, gruff looking man would always sit and watch his performance when he was in that city. Not only that, whenever he would camp out along those wooded roads, the bard would always feel a sense of protection, as if something were watching over him. And since that day, the bard has always carried a silver dagger and a vial of lube, just in case.