Feral Heart - Day 4 (2/2)
#2 of Feral Heart
A startling revelation changes the game as Marco discovers the truth behind his furry transformation. Irregardless, the full moon is rising...
This was a collab I did with FA: Tarus1111 !
First: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1220541
Previous: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1224888
"Missed. The blaze of fire and smoke drifted away like a parting curtain. Mark had missed. The barrel dipped to the earth, as the realization set in. There was no felled corpse, no fading life.
The one shot that mattered, the one he had hung his hopes on, he had failed.
With a soft shuddering breath, he began to laugh, and in seconds, it was an all out guffaw.
He had never been happier in his life."
Marco leapt onto his feet as Lucas spotted him.
"Oh there you are, sorry did I take too long?" Lucas gave a disarming smile.
"Sro lroong I went to lay doown," Marco replied as casually as he could with his lupine voice. Approaching Lucas, he caught onto a strong, blended funk. Meanwhile, Lucas looked a bit flustered.
"Jrooking," Marco tried to chuckle but couldn't figure out how to make the appropriate noise. Lucas did it for him with the appropriate amounts of awkwardness.
"I'll see if I can get your steak prepared as soon as possible. Let's go," he said after walking back to the kitchen.
Marco followed Lucas' side as he did, covertly pretending to inspect the glamorous steak preparation which consisted of tossing it in the microwave. Another good whiff revealed that Lucas had indeed gone into Marco's washroom rather than the guest one. But then a distinct smell wormed its way through, and Marco could barely stop himself from getting fully erect again as a drop of pre hit the tile floor.
Lucas had relieved himself too. The smell of seed stuffed around his crotch stuck out to Marco's canine nose like a snowfall in the middle of July. It took everything Marco had to hold back his arousal in light of this.
The microwave went off with a beep and Lucas pulled it out, distracting Marco with the immediate prospect of food.
"Hold up man, I only defrosted it, I need to -" Lucas was cut off by an ominously loud rumbling in Marco's stomach. "Fine, guess I'll just nuke it some more," Lucas said with a laugh as he placed it back inside for a minute or two more. Though by no means edible in human standards, Marco gladly accepted the steaming piece of meat, partly glad to sate his hunger but also appreciating the distraction from his own carnal thoughts. "Just on the floor?" Lucas asked with slight reserve. Marco nodded his head eagerly, tongue out. Lucas set the steak upon the floor, and Marco gratefully tore into it.
"Wow, you actually ate it," Lucas murmured with a snicker. Marco snapped up, giving Lucas a death stare, which shut him up instantly. After a moment, Marco burst out into a whiny pant of a laugh before wolfing down the rest of the steak, not caring about its makeshift cooking. "You jokester," Lucas complained, joining in on the laughter. The lust induced tension cautiously dissipated.
Once finished, Marco licked his chops and thanked Lucas before the two walked back into the living room, which had gotten even warmer. Marco took his spot back on the towels, which had dried already, not surprised in the least when Lucas sat adjacent to him. In the stifling heat, it was near impossible for Marco not to catch all the scents rampant around the two of them. Neither spoke a word. Considering all that had transpired that day, and the days before, there was little else to say.
Marco sagged to the ground a bit more, both from internal defeat and because the ground was cooler. His triangular ears drooped as well, cluing Lucas in on his melancholy. As expected, Lucas began petting him again, smooth practised scritches on the head, gentle massages on the soft ears, and deep scratches that pushed down through the layers of fur.
Unable or unwilling to resist, Marco leaned in closer, encouraging the treatment as he snuck in a couple more sniffs of Lucas' building sweaty odor.
Silently, Lucas paused to lay down, head next to Marco's. Casually, Marco brought his head toward Lucas' chest where the manly fragrance was focused, just as Lucas extended his arm around to Marco's opposing shoulder, cuddling him. So close together, Marco slackened further. Lucas' breaths were slow and long, right near his neck. A tide of lust rolled through Marco in his friend's embrace, but he didn't care anymore, content to huffing at Lucas' perspiration damp shirt in a state of relaxation.
But at the same time, he began to pick up on an intangible sense, one he would have never noticed previously. It was a combination of smell, hearing and an indescribable perception. That minute stiffness in Lucas' movements. The tiny sigh following his breaths against his fur. Guilt, as a smell, somehow. No wonder dogs seemed so empathetic.
"Lucas. Is... Is therrre something wrrrong?" Marco whispered.
"Uh, no?" came the reply. But there it was again. A brief jump in heart rate. Sadness made perceivable. Marco forced Lucas' eyes to meet with his own.
"What are you so afraid of?" Marco articulated each word meticulously. He was concerned.
After a pause, Lucas shook his head, unnerved enough in part from the near completely wolf like eyes that bore down on him.
"Nothing, Marco. Really."
Marco wasn't having any of that. With a look of knowing on his face, he shuffled away from Lucas' pets, and gave his friends a reassuring lick.
Lucas sat back up, staring into Marco's lupine face. His teeth were clenched together and his fingers rubbed together. Finally, his verdant eyes locked directly onto Marco's brass irises.
"M-Marco, I - I love you!" Lucas blurted out in admission.
Marco screwed up his face. Well of course he knew that, they were basically brothers, what kind of silly statem-
Oh.
"Okay." Marco placed his head back on the ground, shocked at the confession. If it wasn't enough, he came to realize that the best way to summarize his feelings the past few days was identical. How that came to be, he did not know. All that was clear was just how strongly he shared that sentiment with Lucas now that he thought of it.
Even as Lucas continued to pet him again, Marco didn't say a word.
"You know what? Let me show you what I mean," Lucas said softly as he leaned in, surprising Marco with a lick to his furry ear. The hand that had been petting him slid down along his side before drawing out the outline of his muscled thigh, caressing his leg. Marco, meanwhile, was in disbelief over what was actually happening, as if his latent desires were resolving into reality. It was impossible. Surely he was having the same effect on Lucas as he did on the jogger. This couldn't be real, but he ached for it to be.
Lucas' hand moved back around to Marco's side, and lowered, prompting the wolf to roll over onto his side, exposing the soft fur adorning his muscled torso and abdomen. Lucas stroked the muscular belly, digging his fingers into the fur on the surface of the lines between the abs. Marco growled softly, feeling a pressure building in Lucas' shorts as it pressed up against his outstretched. His own wolf bits started to emerge from its fleshy exterior. Yes, that felt nice. That felt right.
Scrambling back up, Marco turned so that he was sitting on his haunches, facing Lucas. His sheath was slowly receding, as the crimson rod drooped down, leaking tip directed right at Lucas. Deliberately, Marco leaned in, twitching black nose encroaching upon Lucas' left armpit. Marco shoved in between the bicep and pectoral, nose drawing in the sweaty stench in rapid gulps, drooling at Lucas' manly odor. Lucas moaned quietly, hands massaging the back of Marco's head, opening his arms up more. Marco then stuck his tongue out, pressing it against the perspiration stained shirt, enhancing his intake of Lucas' scent. Afterward, he backed out with half lidded eyes, giving Lucas a slobbery kiss across his mouth.
Wanting more, Marco nipped at Lucas' shirt, tugging at it in a gesture quickly recognized by its owner. Lucas chucked his shirt off, exposing his toned body. Marco immediately pressed his snout right in the center of Lucas' somewhat hairy pecs, smiling as his nose sucked in the musk right in the middle, where the sweaty hairs tickled his whiskers, before giving them too a long, drawn out lick, lapping at the sweat around each pec and giving Lucas's nipples a little nip.
He was starting to understand what Lucas felt and wanted to indulge in it.
Learning the scent of his lover, Marco dragged his tongue down past Lucas' naval, sniffing at the black treasure trail, still smelling of Lucas' semen from earlier.
Meanwhile, Lucas continued to stroke Marco's abs and torso, teasing down to the gradually escaping member. Finally, his hands came down with a firm grip on the hot wolf dick.
"May I?"
Marco growled a yes, nodding as he stuffed his head back into Lucas' now unobstructed armpits, licking the sweat from the moist armpit hair. Lucas started to stroke outwards with both hands, just able to encircle Marco's large girth, even greater than earlier. Both hands holding the slick cock flesh from the huge knot and dragging back until they met at the tip, dripping with Marco's musky pre, accelerating the red rod's emergence from its furry confines. Marco whined in pleasure, thinking the action to be the pinnacle of it, until he felt Lucas' tongue on his rigid member.
Lucas slurped at the pre, head surrounded all around by Marco's heady musk. Lost in Lucas' odor, Marco knew he wanted to return the favour and with startling strength he tore open Lucas' pants to reveal the mushroom-headed erection while unleashing a pent up cloud of sexual musk. Without hesitation, Marco engulfed the dick his maw, lapping enthusiastically at the precum. So enthralled at this task, Marco almost didn't notice the strikingly familiar taste, the salty, distinct flavour that had accompanied his first alcoholic beverage, seemingly so long ago, and more recently, his first protein shake.
Suddenly suspicious, Marco paused, pulling back. That didn't make sense. There was no mistaking it with his acute senses. The taste was nearly identical.
"Wrait. Lucas," Marco growled. Lucas left Marco's cock for a second, looking into the golden glare.
"Mph, what is it Marco?"
"Yrouu. Thre drrinks yrou gave me. They taste like yrou," Marco stated with a frown.
"I'm not sure I..." Lucas began, but the scowl on Marco's muzzle deepened. Marco tilted his snout subtly, directing at Lucas' exposed crotch. For a breathless moment, Lucas remained silent, mouth agape as the tension ruined the mood. Lying was impossible.
All at once, the moment cracked, a window filled with sunlight now shattered, splintering the once clear rays of light as Lucas shut his eyes and turned away, reeking of guilt and misery. In a quivering voice, he explained.
"I'm sorry Marco. Everything... everything that's happened to you..." Lucas began to shudder as he sobbed. A sight Marco never imagined he would live to see. "It - it was all my fault: I was the one who caused this to happen," he admitted in rapid blurts.
Stunned, Marco drifted away, taken aback. The shock was quickly replaced with outrage as the confusion, self-loathing and pain over the previous days funnelled back to Marco's mind. The chaotic emotional journey fueled a flaming anger that ignited every fiber of his body, blinding in its furious light.
Marco let loose an enraged and sonorous bark, unable to properly articulate his mental turmoil.
Flinching backward from the overpowering sound, Lucas didn't dare look back at Marco.
The irate wolf didn't try making any other sound aside from its deep, heavy breaths. Another moment of suffocating tension froze the two in place.
"Why. Turrrn. Me," Marco growled nearly incomprehensibly. A tear had appeared in his large, yellow eyes, large pupils contracted. Lucas looked terrified.
"Because I love you! I wanted us to both be werewolves together," Lucas cried, even more teary eyed. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just wanted us to be together so badly. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Lucas paused to clear his throat and wipe at the tears streaking across his face, like an oxymoron made real. "You were always more to me than just a friend, so, so much more. I wanted us to live with each other, I - I-"
Though Lucas continued to speak afterward, it was pointless trying to understand what he was saying as it was even worse than when Marco had tried to speak, both of them emotionally high strung.
However, Marco was aghast at seeing his strong and constantly confident friend, bawling, crumpled up in a sobbing mess. Anger still bristled every strand of his fur, but it wasn't possible to maintain the rage that fed his hatred. The thunderstorm that engulfed the sky battered everything it loomed over, but as the rains streaked down Lucas' face, it faded, having run its course. Lucas had done this completely out of affection. All those years, and Marco never saw it. How long had Lucas been suffering, struggling to come out to his lifelong friend amidst the omnipresent stereotypes haunting him?
No. There was no doubt, no apprehension left. Marco's expression softened as he padded up to his best friend and nuzzled him, placing his muzzle onto his shoulder while surrounding him with his furry body. He then prodded at Lucas face, urging him to look up.
With a sad sniff, Lucas returned Marco's gaze and Marco leaned in to lick the tears from Lucas' face. Finally, Lucas stopped crying and shoved his face into Marco's fluffy neck, grasping Marco in a tight hug, while his hands gripped his tufts of fur tightly.
Time passed, slow and serenely, marked only by calm inhale and exhale, neither willing to break from the embrace. In that moment, Marco felt everything fall away from him, the pounds of muscle and the coat of fur. The floor beneath him, the walls holding them in. It was just him and Lucas, anchoring each other to reality.
At last, a wave of serenity soaked into his limbs, washing away the fear and inner turmoil that had plagued him until that moment. There was no longer anything to worry about. He was safe. From the threat of the unknown, from others and from himself.
With the overbearing weight alleviated, Marco found himself incredibly, but ironically weary. Given everything leading up to the revelation, he couldn't find even a modicum of will left to continue. He needed to rest and let his brain process everything.
Already, his large tool had receded back into its sheath. Closing his eyes, Marco collapsed affectionately into Lucas' embrace, nearly toppling his friend over as he passed out.
* * *
"Marco. Wake up, man."
With a loud, tenor yawn, Marco drowsily cracked a bright yellow eye open. The room was bathed in a deep tangerine light, and the temperature had fallen comfortably away from the summer high. Shifting his big head down, he saw Lucas' relatively diminutive form, still undressed, snuggled up against his softly furred but densely muscled chest.
"Good, you're up." Lucas smiled warmly as he flicked a finger at Marco's whiskers, causing him to flinch.
Marco attempted to reply but succeeded only in making a growling bark. Dumbly, he screwed up his face and stuck his tongue out, irked that he couldn't speak. Lucas snickered softly and gave Marco's chest a quick scritch.
"Come on, we should probably move upstairs."
Lucas shuffled away from Marco and stood up. Meanwhile, Marco felt a discomforting coldness now that Lucas was absent, but the glint in his eye and the hint of excitement lingering in the air drove him onto his paws.
In response to his confused expression, Lucas gave a simple answer.
"It's a full moon tonight."
Although the heat had died down, Marco's bedroom was still stuffy and pungent with his sour, canine musk which had intensified over the course of the day. Just entering the odorous room sent Marco's red rocket launching out of its furred sleeve, immense length sagging downward while saliva pooled on his tongue.
His gaze caught onto Lucas' toned rump.
"Wait." Lucas halted in front of Marco's bed and began to turn around. "Marco. I don't mean to rush things. I know I'm getting a little excited, but you're not still mad-" Marco didn't give him the chance to finish, knocking Lucas onto his bed, whose springs squeaked in distress.
Lucas looked up wide eyed as Marco loomed over him, large paws on either side of his head. Marco's tail swept in rapid wide arcs, beating fast enough to make his heavy sack sway from the motion. His veiny red cock, under its own weight, dipped down farther as it fully emerged from Marco's sheath, throbbing with anticipation.
Planting his furry head right against Lucas' so that their cheeks were touching, Marco gave a low, lusty growl right into his ear.
Back to the bed and encased in Marco's lupine scent, it wasn't long before Lucas' comparatively smaller, human penis rose up. With Marco leaning down, Lucas extended his arms around to wrap around the fluffy neck, digging his fingers to the undercoat. Marco let out a soft breath, hot against Lucas's ear.
For second, Marco pulled his head back a bit to gaze into the Lucas' emerald eyes. His own eyes caught the golden sunlight peeking over the rooftops outside, causing them to glow like glittering citrines.
Gradually, the sun fell from sight, robbing the room of its fiery coat of paint, but left a brief blaze of light as a parting gift. It seemed to catch in Lucas' green eyes, shading them peridot. Soon the two stared in a muted blue glow.
Silently, Marco felt Lucas press down against his neck, pulling them together. His hot hairy body pushed up against Lucas' bare skin, as his front came down into the embrace, muzzle resting near the top of Lucas' head. Their cocks collided, Lucas' rounded glans squishing up along the underside of Marco's massive lupine girth until they were sandwiched between the two, parallel. Slowly, Marco began to grind, the incredibly sensitive organ creating friction against the foreskin below. The movements became more fluid as pre from both parties began to intermingle, lubing up the grinding with a slick wet sound.
Lucas moaned and stuffed his face into Marco's musky neck fur, inhaling deeply as his erection grew impossibly hard. A puddle of a warm sticky wolf pre was beginning to form down Lucas' naval as a result of their mismatched lengths.
As the room darkened, Marco felt a shiver ripple through Lucas. The full moon was rising. Like static buzzing in the air, a foreboding hung around the two, anticipation welling up between them from an unknown source.
Lustily, Lucas' hands began to move almost of their own accord, slipping down from Marco's thick neck to his broad shoulders and down to his chiseled chest, a jungle of fur. There they explored the depths of the dense coat, stroking in time with Marco's grinding. Every displaced strand of fur sent Marco abuzz, enjoying the roving fingers and the heat and sound and smell of the rubbing phalluses. Drawing back farther, the canine tip was poised over the dimple of scrotum at the base of Lucas' cock, soon pooling with warm wolf pre. Grinning haughtily, Marco pushed gently into the hairy sack, letting the human pubes tickle the end of his sensitive organ as he left them dew drops of pre in return.
All the while, Lucas squirmed as his balls were teased, tussling up the sheets on the bed, kicking up more of Marco's identifying scent. This served to charge his movements even more, massaging the muscles down under all of Marco's fur deeply and appreciatively.
With a silvery gleam, the full moon's soft radiance snuck into the room, climbing from the ceiling downward, expanding over the course of the foreplay. It was obviously clear when the enchanting light washed over them, catching on the tips of Marco's fur, Lucas' tanned, goosebump ridden skin and the traces of pre lacing the two's genitals together.
A hot surge trickled into a swelling passion from the center of Marco's chest, blooming along the places where Lucas' fingertips met his chest. It strained against his already enviable frame, filling it out completely. As if it were still possible, his fur coat grew denser while his mass firmed up and enlarged, sending him to about eight feet, were he to stand upright. Not to be outdone when the energy rushed through his groin, the already impressive organ bloated to immense proportions, tumescent and leaking at eighteen inches.
Once the invigorating rush passed, there was no Marco left. The scrawny eighteen year old from before was reforged into the hulking, horny beast.
Since Marco had been nearly fully transformed already, he had plenty of time to watch the appealing human form beneath him morph into an attractive and enticingly odorous wolf. Lucas' change blazed through his athletic body, the already decent muscle multiplying in prominence as the hair radiated out across his pectorals, joining the hair from his armpits, beard and treasure trail in less than a minute, proliferating zealously until the feeble human hairs had been engulfed by a tide of coarse fur.
Consumed by the changes, Lucas groaned deeply, eyes squeezed shut. His human features faded away, altering his vocalization mid-way into a snarl as his face stretched forward, bared fangs glinting in the moonlight. In no time at all a wolf's head had replaced his best friend's; though the features were somehow still entirely recognizable to him.
Suddenly, Lucas snapped his hands off of Marco's chest where they had frozen in place, and shoved them to his groin. The transformation had swept downward, wrapping his penis in a coat of fur which was quickly retracted to expose the reddening dick whose tip caved inward, forming a point at the end. Lucas pawed hungrily at himself, hands resembling paws before he had even completed a single stroke.
Enthralled watching his friend turn into such a sexy creature, Marco barely noticed a new sense prodding at his mind.
Lucas curled his legs up, showing off his abs, as they too changed, bulking muscle altering the shape to quadruped. A tail burst free from his spine, immediately wagging enthusiastically. From the way Lucas had shifted his legs, he had now fully exposed his puckered rectum, furry ballsack flopping back atop his cock. The new tail assisted in throwing clouds of scent right into Marco's nose. Also in this position, Lucas' feet now hung adjacent to Marco's head. With the horny smell of his friend wafting into his face, Marco couldn't resist licking the foot as it elongated, toes merging into large paws. The last of the human sweat was lapped up by his tongue as it dragged across the tough paw pads and flicked at the gnarled claws, tasting the fresh canine sweat.
Despite how much Marco was enjoying himself, a feeling of unease continued to escalate as Lucas became more wolf. Only he could be top dog. Lucas would need to know his place. Marco stopped licking Lucas' paws and instead rubbed his aching dick against Lucas' rear. His testes were so bloated, minutes of abstinence amounting to years in his mind. Marco reasoned that since Lucas wanted his love first, naturally, he needed to appease him to earn it.
A plan formed within Marco's twisted thoughts. Before Lucas had even finished transforming, Marco grappled at his thighs and flipped him into a somersault, startling the other werewolf. With a thump, Lucas now had his feet at the top of Marco's bed. Leaping fully onto the encumbered bed, Marco landed so that his black nose was right next to Lucas' big juicy wolf dick. Drinking in the lupine musk condensed around the engorged organ, Marco licked from the bunched up sheath vertically onto the hot flesh, savouring the taste of the one who turned him. Meanwhile, his own, larger package danced in unison with his movements right above Lucas' snout, exuding a tantalizing stench as it dripped pre all over the prone wolf's face.
Marco filled his spittle dripping maw with Lucas' cock, using his tongue to coax out more dick nectar, all the while shifting away every time he felt Lucas' cool damp nose prod at his junk. Slurping loudly, Marco sniffed constantly while trying to sense how pent up Lucas was. When a quiver and spurt of pre jumped from the penis as he milked it, Marco pulled off, mouth agape with pre tainted drool flowing from the corners of his muzzle and crisscrossing between his teeth.
Alarmed, Lucas yelped needily, but Marco snapped at him. Lucas wasn't the one making decisions here. This of course surprised him, but Marco's dominance only charged the lust buzzing through him. He could smell it in the air. Right above his nose, Marco's large red rocket finally stabilized, and unable to resist, Lucas opened his muzzle wide in invitation as it plunged in. However, he was barely able to wrap its rigid girth in his jaw, nor its tapered length in his throat. Slobbering as best he could around the circumference, Lucas could tell that it wasn't good enough. He pulled back slightly, but like a magnet, Marco's phallus snapped back, a stern urgency arising in the quivering pulses and low grumble from above.
With ears flattened apologetically, Lucas let Marco sink it back into his warm maw. No disappointments. It tickled at the back of his throat, throwing spurts of precum at the back of his mouth but he ignored the discomfort, instead letting musk permeate his world as the scent of Marco smothered his senses. His eyes watched the full dangling orbs rock hypnotically as he slavered the cock with his tongue, tasting every throbbing vein and fleshy contour.
Meanwhile, Marco nosed away Lucas' own taut testicles, letting them tease his whiskers at the side of his snout as he pried apart Lucas' legs, revealing the dark puckered hole that had consumed his thoughts. With his dexterous tongue, Marco ruffled the dusting of sweaty fur around Lucas' ballsack that hung against his face, tracing downward between the two testes until he reached the scruffy fur along the taint, dragging out his advance as slowly as possible. A vibrating moan around his cock told him he was doing it right.
Finally at his prize, he rimmed the ring of muscle before slowly invading its tight entrance, prying open the virgin sphincter and into the warm tunnel. The large wolf tongue skillfully plunged between the constricting walls, ensuring that they were slick with saliva. With his damp nose in such a perfect position, Marco sniffed liberally, sealing Lucas' lupine scent in his mind as he drove his tongue all the way in and back out.
There was no shortage of natural lube as spittle flowed from Marco's gaping maw, running along the edges of his ebony lips and down along his rough pink tongue from the stench of wolf. Lucas' entire backdoor was glistening in the moonlight in no time, fur around the twitching puckered entrance, slimy with drool, matted.
Satisfied, Marco jerked up, freeing his penis with a wet pop. Lucas licked his chaps and nostrils while glancing curiously at Marco. The burly werewolf grinned eagerly. His muscles bulged from under his fur coat as he rolled Lucas around to the edge of his bed.
Sunken into the scent stained mattress, Lucas didn't bother moving, opting to huffing in the smell of Marco so redolent around him. Marco shifted around behind the wagging tail which swung to and fro in the air, exposing the tantalizing lubricated rear. Jamming his nose under Lucas' balls, he nuzzled up, sliding along the slick taint to the exposed crack. Instinctively, Lucas followed the motion, propping his butt up into the air with a shiver of pleasure.
All primed, Marco grabbed onto the furry hips, and encased himself around Lucas, who pressed back lovingly. Tenderly, Marco licked Lucas' scruff, then nipped it, treating him as if he were a pup. Leaning forward, he growled deeply in Lucas' ear, simultaneously aiming his aching erection to the inviting hole. It wasn't until the pointed tip prodded at the soft entrance did Lucas prick his ear up and around. Marco growled slightly louder, amused at the confusion and apprehension sprouting below him. Without giving him a chance for recourse, Marco plunged right in, squeezing with a squelch through the tight opening. Lucas yipped and clenched around the girth that was halfway inside of him, but Marco pushed on, stretching the ring of muscle apart until his knot squished up against Lucas. As he pulled back, slowly extracting his immense cock, Lucas nearly toppled over as he let out a slutty whimper. Marco didn't lose momentum as he thrusted back in. This time Lucas leaned back, embracing the motion as all fear eroded into the sheer affection that he held for Marco.
Marco could sense it, too: a change that reciprocated throughout his own hulking body as Lucas accepted his role as Beta. It pulsed through his body as his thrusts grew in vigour. Again his body enlarged in height and mass, proportions filling out completely as he acquired his identity as Lucas' Alpha. As he pounded Lucas' rear, he could sense his own intimidating aura, a mix of scent, body language and sheer physical perfection. It drove his mating, flowing through his mind. Tireless and growing ever more pent up, Marco reveled in the hot innards folding around his dick, loving even more so that they belonged to Lucas. He was the Alpha werewolf.
Mouth agape and tongue lolling out as he panted with exertion, Marco threw himself into Lucas, forcing his knot into the anal passage before letting loose a dense flood of canine semen out in a mind breaking orgasm that was followed in equal intensity by a thunderous howl that rocked the room. Lucas wasn't far behind as his anus sealed the tumescent knot within himself in his own climatic release, howling voice joining Marco's in harmonious relief and ecstasy.
Minutes ticked by as their members pulsed out continuous waves of the musky yellow wolf cum, while they came together as mates. When the final shots of cum had transferred from Marco's bloated balls into Lucas' now bloated belly, the two slumped down heavily in the pool of Lucas' spent spunk, threatening to break Marco's bed. After almost a week of struggle preceded by years of silence, the two wolves cuddled against each other lovingly, still tied by Marco's knot, rapidly falling into a content and blissful sleep.