Acceptance
#1 of One With The Wolves
"Denzel, are you okay?"
Denzel was an average man; there was nothing truly special about him. His shaggy black hair flicked down into his deep green eyes, usually surrounded by black kohl that stood out on his pale skin. He was covered in scars and bruises, and now many wounds covered his thin frame, bleeding openly. The worried questions of his best friend, Sara, enveloped his mind.
"What did you do? Why are you so hurt?" she asked him softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. Denzel pushed her away angrily, the tears welling up in his eyes. Sara could tell already, he had been deeply hurt emotionally. "Denzel..." her voice was softer now. "You can tell me," she whispered.
He shook his head, his black hair flicking over his shoulders. "I can never tell anyone. This is my secret," he murmured, almost to himself. Sara sighed and stood, leaving Denzel sat on the single bed by himself. As Sara closed the door, she turned off the lights, leaving him sat on his black sheets in an even darker room.
A few moments after she'd left, Denzel dropped down onto the bed, the mattress squeaking. He fell asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness for hours.
*
Elsewhere, a female wolf was sprinting across the cliffs, the wind flowing through her thick grey pelt. Her name was Sheridan. Her deep, emotional brown eyes were staring, fixated on the journey ahead. She panted, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. She was dashing so quickly that her paws were barely touching the earth. The dust and debris scattered in a cloud around her. Her form was no more than a grey streak across the landscape as she ran.
Darting along behind her ran a group of other wolves, all male. Their lithe frames were coated in shiny black fur, their eyes dark and uncaring, devoid of any emotion. They were faster than the poor female, and there were more of them. Not before long, the leader of the pack was within reach of her. His hungry muzzle expressed a growl of displeasure as he bit down hard on her already bleeding tail, forcing her to a stop.
*
Denzel awoke, panting. Something terrible had just happened, and he couldn't place on what it was. All he could feel were the black shadows swirling around his mind; the growing numbness as the tears fell once again, streaking down his face. What was wrong with him? He stood up and looked out of the window. He opened it and stuck his head out, the cool air chilling the tears on his face. And, far away, he heard a howl.
He'd heard that raucous wolf voice before, the ringing tones of harshness and pain. So what was happening? A wolf was being tortured, he mused to himself. But how- why? He sighed and closed the window, falling back onto the bed in another state of fitful sleep.
*
Sheridan howled as loud as she could, her wolf-voice ringing out into the silence of the night. But nobody was listening. The dark wolves circled her, their malice-filled eyes glinting in the moonlight. They growled, as one, as the largest approached her. She barked at him, punished by a sharp bite on the muzzle. She whimpered in pain, and once he released her muzzle from his bone-crunching grip, she bowed her head. The blood dripped down, staining the dusty ground.
Naka was the name of the fierce leader-wolf. He was like Satan embodied in a canine. He was just that- a devil among wolves, a lying cheat, a scoundrel and a truly hateful, evil being. He had green eyes, green like a serpent's. He was a scar on the world, a plague that would haunt Sheridan until her dying day. He padded around her dull form in circles, growling his disapproval. She closed her eyes and whimpered quietly, not wanting to see what he had planned.
He stopped, behind her. Her tail was still dripping blood, he observed, and he growled as he bit down upon it, forcing her to lift it in pain. She growled a little, but he ignored this as he observed her tight tailhole, and bowing his head a little, he could observe her sex. It was dry; but he could easily change that. Without waiting for protest or affirmation, he mounted her, rubbing his sheath on her sex.
She growled, not wanting him to be with her that way. She tried to struggle, but he held her in place with his paws. His member slipped out of his sheath and stroked her pussy softly. This elicited a soft growl from her, not one of pain. She wasn't enjoying it- no. This was just a natural instinct.
And then, without any warning, her pussy still very dry, he thrusted his thick member in and started humping away like a wild animal, fucking her hard. She howled again, a heart-breaking howl that echoed across the terrain.
His balls slapped against her pussy painfully as she growled, whimpered and howled. His member was buried deep inside of her, and he felt his knot emerge from his sheath. He growled loudly, his teeth clenched, as he forced his knot deep into her.
Her muscles contracted around him, his throbbing, veiny member impaling her. She howled again as she squeezed her walls around him, not intentionally. He growled in pleasure, feeling each of his veins be contracted by her tightness. The sleek velvetiness of her lining slid all over his cock in the moment that they were joined.
The other wolves were panting, their tongues lolling out of their mouths. They were enjoying this show; it was obvious, because most of them were rubbing their cocks with their tail, or a forepaw. Splatters of precum coated the ground, dribbling from the thick cocks of the horny wolves.
Then he came, his throbbing ballsac emptying his semen in ribbons deep inside her. They were both drenched in sweat. Naka felt his knot subdue, and he let his dick slip out of her bleeding vagina, a little cum dribbling from it. Sheridan fell to the ground with another pained howl, and then she was silent.
The gang of wolves growled to each other happily, and then they were off, sprinting away into the night.
*
The sun rose, the light streaming in through the gap in the curtains. Denzel growled to himself and rubbed his eyes as he sat up, his back aching from sleeping in a curled-up position. He stood up and brushed himself down, finding thick grey hairs on his clothing. He examined them, a puzzled expression on his face. They looked like... wolf hairs? How did he manage to get those? He shook it off, not wanting to worry about things like that now. He got dressed quickly and left the house, deciding to take a walk in the snow, along the cliffs and rich forest.
He strolled down the marked path, his gaze pointed at the ground. He had come here to be alone with his thoughts, but now he found, he didn't have any. Then he caught a scent, a rugged smell, the stench of sweat mixed with a familiar smell- sex. What would smell of sex out here?
He followed the scent, his keen sense of smell, although strange, very helpful. He started running, the scent becoming stronger, more defined. A female wolf. The stench of a male. Sweat, blood, spit and semen. No female cum...
He stopped as he heard a familiar panting. He span on his heels and saw the source of the smell. A female wolf; grey fur, brown, emotional eyes. A tongue that hung out of her mouth as she panted.
A tail, bleeding.
Denzel raised an eyebrow and held out a hand to the wolf. She padded closer, sniffing him. He smelt pleasant, of humans- with a distinct aroma of wolves. He was safe, she concluded, as she nuzzled his hand. He smiled and stroked her muzzle softly. This wasn't normal, Denzel thought. Why did she trust him so?
He knelt beside her and admired her sleek form, her soft fur that he ran his fingers through, each fibre tickling his digits. He smiled, and then she did an incredible thing. She licked him on the lips, a wolf kiss. He blinked and licked his lips, the taste of wolf saliva not altogether unpleasing. He moved his head a little closer, his green eyes staring into her brown ones. She licked him again. He stuck out his tongue and she licked that too. He neared her, his lips brushing her muzzle. He opened his mouth and she inserted her inquisitive tongue, exploring him.
He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around her neck. She opened her mouth also, and he kissed her back- if it could be called a kiss. It was rugged, bestial- but he loved it. Denzel licked her fangs, their tongues mashing together in the romantic frenzy. He moaned softly into her mouth, her saliva coating his tongue. He wrapped both of his arms around her neck and moved closer, his tongue spiralling around hers, her soft growls and wolf-purrs combining with his moans and quiet growls. She licked the roof of his mouth with her soft pink tongue. He groaned, his erection forming. He gasped, and tried to ignore it as he licked the soft fur on the outside of her muzzle. She pulled away with a canine-smile, knowing that he was aroused. She could smell the precum.
She nosed at his crotch. He moaned aloud as he felt her wet nose probe him through his pants. She began to lick the bulge. He fell back onto the soft snow, forgetting all feelings other than this beautiful wolf pleasuring him. He didn't even think it was wrong, as he began to slowly hump into her mouth. He took the initiative and unzipped his pants, pulling them down as well as his underpants, revealing his human-dick, not one that Sheridan had seen before. She licked the head of it, inquisitively, eliciting a moan from Denzel. Sheridan knew what to do now; the moans were clearly of pleasure.
She wrapped her soft tongue around his member, sliding it up and down, curling it around the thick veiny pole. Occasionally she let her tongue wander onto his balls, lapping them up with her saliva-coated tongue. Being probed like this, by a female wolf, was Denzel's idea of heaven. She ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, which was covered in slimy precum and wolf saliva. He groaned, forgetting the chill of the snow, only feeling the warmth and the wetness of his cock. She pulled away suddenly, his member freezing. He yelped, the chill air swirling around it, but not drying it. Sheri stood and lifted her damaged tail willingly, revealing her pink pussy to Denzel, the one that had been so dry yesterday.
Denzel licked his lips and stood, without need of instruction he placed his hands on Sheri's back and stroked her opening with his dick. She growled softly, her eyes half-closed. He slid his cock in inch by inch, savouring the feeling on his hard pole, the muscles contracting, her slippery walls accepting each inch willingly, squeezing down on it, causing yet more pre to spurt out of his cock. Denzel was now completely embedded in her, and he began to hump primally. He'd practiced it all before- he knew exactly what to do.
He drew his dick almost completely out, only leaving the head still in, and then rammed it back in, his balls smacking against her cunt as he did so. The pace was excruciatingly fast, her muscles having almost no time to react.
Denzel figured that he preferred not to have a knot at times like this. It was much easier pulling out and then slamming back in at speed, than being joined together, he figured, as he rammed his thick pole deep inside her. He stopped suddenly, as he felt his dick begin to spurt ribbons of thick, creamy cum into her.
Sheridan stopped suddenly, her eyes wide. She could smell the cum on her; and it couldn't be Denzel's.
It was the same scent she'd smelt last night. The stench of Naka.