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Chapter 41 - Submission

Ember is brought close to his dominant by means of his collar, pulling their bodies together in the dark of a lonely forest. The older wolf retains an unwavering grip on the D-ring that keeps him in place, forcing their muzzles together once again. Voigt’s tongue pushes its way into his mouth, slapping against the other’s and wetting both of their lips. Ember does the same, parting his jaws just enough to allow the dexterous muscles to fight in a dance of lust. Their cheeks burn as the passion grows deeper into the conscious, numbing their minds to the world around. The kiss being so intimate, they only break to catch their breath and lock their eyes in a deep stare.

Ember roams his hands up against toned body of the insistent wolf, feeling the firm muscles bound with fat on this impressive figure. The manual labour he exerts in the garden and his time fighting in the wars showing clearly in his physique. The black fingers comb their way through the fur of his sides and back, exhibiting his desires in action. The other wolf inversely roams his free hand down towards Ember’s behind, where it stays and begins clasping and pulling on the soft flesh.

With their bodies held tightly together, their cocks grind in a tangled mess of slippery fur. The more they kiss and grope each other, the more they leak, and the wetter they become. Ember slips a hand down between them to force their shafts into a sword fight, having to adjust a few times to stop his sheath from slipping back. In the heat of the make-out, the release of his knot and the sensation of the sheath tightening might have him cumming too early. So he does his best to frot while keeping the stimulation to a minimum.

Voigt steers his lover back against a tree and continues the assault on his mouth, but now capturing the black wolf’s wrists and pinning them well above his head. He begins grinding his hips against Ember’s groin, feeling the heat of their bodies growing more, fighting off the cold that threatens to chill their skin. He pulls his lips away only to start kissing along the jawline towards Ember’s neck where he begins panting and baring his teeth, clasping his jaws down gently as a sexual threat. The younger wolf tilts his head away in submission, allowing his captor better access and yips with a wince as he is bitten. He knows the pain isn’t great enough to be from a penetrative wound, but the sensation is enough to cause a significant throb in his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Voigt moans breathily, begrudgingly pulling his teeth away. “I gonna to slam my cock in you, force my knot inside and fill you with my seed. You’re gonna be mine.”

Ember groans and wriggles under the powerful control of the grey wolf. The deep tone of his voice and the way he speaks matter-of-factly instead of with want or need; he will fuck, he will cum and he will claim. The black wolf whimpers and looks at Voigt nervously, filled with a deep need to be used in this way but scared to admit it. He nods slowly, hoping that his body can take the abuse as much as his mind wants it to.

“Yes sir,” he mutters pathetically, “please fuck me.”

Needing no further invitation Voigt pulls the both away from the tree, turns Ember around and pushes him back forward against it. His fingers curl and lock around a chunk of collar, keeping the upper body pinned to the trunk, while his other hand eases the rump backward from the hip. With Ember’s body now bent slightly, their bodies reconnect and slotting neatly between the cheeks is Voigt’s burning red, lupine cock. The tail swings out of the way as he starts to grind against the inviting hole, growling as his lust grows ever stronger, feeling an unrelenting urge to push in and go hard. So as to not damage his toy so suddenly, he waits until the anus is sufficiently lubricated and starts teasing it with a finger.

“You ever been tied before, boy?” He rumbles with salacious inflection as he squeezes the finger inside, feeling it tighten.

“N-no sir.”

Ember gasps as he’s penetrated, starting to worry that it could hurt quite a lot. Having had human partners be on top in the past, he should at least be able to take the shaft, but the fat base may pose a problem. For now, he puts it to the back of his mind, trusting that Voigt knows what he’s doing and focuses on the finger gently loosening his ring.

“Mmm,” the older wolf purrs greedily. “A knot virgin. I’m going to enjoy seeing you squirm when you feel it grow inside you. Don’t worry, I won’t push it in until the end.”

Ember whines again and feels a second finger invade his colon. He feels the muscles stretch to accommodate, making him moan in a slutty way. He’s taken toys in the past, even larger ones than the girth of his penis, but never anything as large as his knot. Thankfully, Voigt’s cock is slightly smaller than his own, so he hopes the knot will be too. He takes solace in the fact that he won’t need to take the full size of it as it enters; it will only be about half that while still inside the sheath. A handy mechanism, he assumes comes from the rampant sexual history between the Pellikin and Simikin, and rarely the Ferakin; if that history is to be believed.

A third finger goes in and he is praised for his elasticity. He grasps at the bark of the tree, feeling his claws dig into the soft wood as the arousal starts to weaken his will. His cock is achingly hard, his hole is loose and needy and his mouth is drooling with a mix of saliva and the cocktail of musky flavours from sucking Voigt’s dick. He peers under his arm and sees it poking out from behind his thigh, throbbing and ready to be inserted when he’s deemed ready.

“Please … sir,” Ember gasps indignantly. “Please fuck me.”

“Sounds like my puppy’s getting impatient,” the older wolf chides with a wide grin. He twists the fingers and works them as deep as they will go, splaying them a little on the return. “You want my cock that badly huh?”

“Yes sir,” he mutters pitiably, gasping again at the deep insertion.

“Good boy.”

Voigt pulls his digits out, leaving the black wolf slightly agape and grips his shaft firmly so he can direct it to the target. He presses the hot head to the hole, instantly releasing another stream of pre to help with the penetration and pushes himself forward. Ember hums a drawling moan as the whole length of his dominant’s shaft is driven in, the width of it thankfully being not much bigger than the three fingers he had already got used to. Still it stretches him to a diameter he’s not felt in weeks and that makes his legs wobble.

“Mmmh good boy, all the way to the knot. Hess might have himself a rival.”

Voigt recedes to watch as his shaft is engulfed so greedily by the whimpering pup. The sounds and sensations driving his mind into a place of power and control that he feels most comfortable in. He pulls the collar tight as he forces himself in deep and returns his other hand to the waist; readying for the work it will soon be tasked with.

Ember feels the collar slacken as Voigt’s hands move to his hips, allowing him to relax his upper body a little while remaining pressed against the tree. The grips on his body tighten, allowing him some forewarning as the penis is pulled back to the tip and squeezed back inside until the knot bumps against his cheeks. His tail flicks gently at the anticipation, and if his face could get any redder, it would have. He thanks his top and enjoys the fullness that comes with having a cock in your rectum.

Voigt slowly starts increasing the pace at which he thrusts his body, countering with tugs on the black wolf’s bottom to make them collide with a little more force. He groans with satisfaction as he imagines how good it will feel to finally gift the new wolf his seed. After all the weeks of fucking Hess and Cal and only bashing against the brick wall of his chastity, he can only imagine how good this is going to feel. Even a pseudo orgasm was only ever achieved when tying with them; the knot growing to its fullest allows for a deep, tingly pleasure usually parcelled with the main event, that, until today, has only been granted on the Machine.

The master has allowed to penetrate him once before, but he could never take a knot; and while he was granted an orgasm it always feels different when you’re ordered to. His pleasure amplifies with his sense of superiority, and, while obedient as he may be, he cannot totally enjoy sex when he is being made to do it. This will be the first time he has been able to tie with another person and not be bound by the collar’s intimidation. The first time he will be able to cum inside another of his kind, and the thrill of that is incredibly exciting; especially in the wilds of a forest.

The black wolf pants vocally in rhythmic bursts as his body is played like an accordion. He doesn’t notice the drool connecting him to the ground below as his whole body is rocked and bumped in ever more powerful jolts. He no longer think of the expectations of what’s to come or anything or the anxieties that troubled his recent past, the pleasure of this insistent member dulls his every thought but the ones of here and now. Having never been fucked against this tree, he is glad he’s experiencing it at the behest of Voigt’s libido and prowess. He is also glad of the powerful grip on his waist and the work they’re putting in to stabilise his jelly legs; were they not there, the relentless and repeated punches to his prostate would have him in a quivering mess on the floor. The remaining shreds of cognitive thought he has left is used to keep his orgasm in check, holding it back every so often when he gets too close.

Voigt stares down at his cock as it slams over and over into the furry butt, seeing his grey sheath get knocked back slightly with each movement. He spreads the cheeks to try and prevent it, but his climax draws ever nearer with every thrust, so he is forced to pull back. To keep his pup stimulated, and upright now his weakened legs are unsupported, he slips in his middle and ring fingers and tugs upward, hoisting him like a pig on a meat hook. Ember squeaks and claws at the trunk, curling his toes as the fingers are curled and rolled in his loosened hole. Voigt can’t help but smirk at the cute noises now that his cock has a few moments of reprieve; the cold air helping him fight back from the edge.

“Stand up straight, boy,” he grunts and pulls on the collar.

Ember complies and wipes his muzzle clear of spit, his eyes remaining half-lidded and unfocused.

“Yes … sir,” he mumbles.

Voigt retracts his fingers and drags his fuck toy by the collar over to the log of a fallen tree. He commands his bottom to sit on the log and lay back on the ground, supporting the rear end so he doesn’t have to do any heavy-lifting.

“I want to see your face when I fill you up.”

Voigt takes position between the black-furred legs which wrap around his torso in eagerness. He looks down upon his submissive who gazes right back in silent appeal; his face fixed in a shy enthusiasm to have his insides rearranged. The older wolf smiles toothily down, and, lining up his penis, slips himself back in and leans over the other. With his hands on the floor at either side of Ember’s head, he pushes wall the way to the knot and growls menacingly at the whimpering wolf below.

Feeling his hole stretched open once again by Voigt’s shaft, clearly kept slick by a fresh glob of pre, he gasps and idly gropes himself in this prone position. He holds the older wolf tightly with his legs, helping support his lower body as it’s forced to lay on the uncomfortable log. But he doesn’t care, it feels too good, and this new position grants his dominant a clearer path to molest his prostate. The first thrust in this new position draws out a thick stream of his own lubricant with a firm, muscle tense. He moans uncontrollably, but in such a way as to encourage this power dynamic and motivate Voigt into a harsher prerogative. A muddy hand pins his chest to the Earth below as the thrusts accelerate to how they were before. He gasps joyfully, revelling his success, and fails to suppress a cheeky smile.

Voigt knows he’s being teased, but enjoys it all the same when Hess does it; it proves he’s doing something right. He growls again, breathier and at a lower register, hearing the wet slaps of his knot and balls against the black wolf’s cheeks doing nothing to abate his fervour. The relaxation felt around his cock is a good sign that Ember is getting ready to receive his knot, and considering his struggle to resist, it can’t come soon enough. Not even necessarily for the orgasm, but for the excitement of being the first werewolf ever to tie with him. He brings his muzzle down close to the other’s lips, not to kiss, but to retain his authority with a snarl.

He feels the feet at his back start to waggle more recklessly to the sway of their bodies as the muscles in Ember’s legs relax. His eyes start to roll, his mouth lays agape and every breath becomes a desperate mewl of blissful submission as he starts to lose control over his body. Voigt watches as his pup falls into a state of cataplectic euphoria and doubles his efforts, to fuck him properly.

Ember’s arm collapses away from his cock, too heavy to keep elevated. He doesn’t need to touch it anyway, it feels good enough on its own being ground between two warm bodies. Every knock on the pleasure gland sends a shock up his spine, which then surges back down to his cock in a desperate attempt to send him over the edge. Orgasm is inevitable. He no longer has the capacity to resist, and doesn’t want to even if he tried. He submits to the sensations, to the hold this wolf has on him, to the shaft used to control him and the climax that affirms Voigt’s sexual might. In a pitiful attempt at speech, he moans the best warning he can as cum starts pissing from the end of his cock.

The older wolf grunts, taking no notice of the garbled sounds coming from the young wolf’s muzzle and enjoys this feeling of true dominance he loves to experience, delighting as Ember is bent to his whim. In a sudden effort to claim his prize, Voigt spends three swings with the combined strength of all his muscles to pound the knot in, slip his sheath back and drive in as deep as he can possibly go. With a sudden snap movement, their bodies are locked together and the knot begins to swell, which only exacerbates his ferocity.

As the dam is breeched and the tumultuous, orgasmic avalanche crashes through his nervous system, he enters a frenzied state. The raw surge of adrenaline allowing him to pick up this already very bulky wolf and counter-lever them both backward, over the log and onto his knees. While holding his claim tightly he continues his thrusts skyward, feeling the nerves in his cock explode in a cascade of sparks like the filament of a flash bulb.

Ember howls as the knot forces entry and starts growing inside. His vision sparkles as he’s caught in the throes of his rapture, drawn out over a plateau above the stars. It doesn’t even register that he is moving until he lands on Voigt’s lap with his cock still buried within and being shoved ever deeper with chaotic jostles. The pain at his neck returns but on the other side. He’s being bitten again; harder this time. His conscious mind plummets into an electric well, making his body involuntarily flutter. His penis continues to spurt between their bellies, even though he doesn’t notice; the overload to his senses has caused a substantial mental backlog. At once he can feel everything and nothing, but all he cares about right now is how really fucking good this is.

Fully engaged in each other’s respective trance, they sit, bodies held as one like a lock and key. Firmly bonded they remain until the tide recedes.