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The moon shone brightly through the twigs of the forest. Dappling the grass and leaves below in black and gray. Almost no noise was heard above the faint chirping of crickets, somewhere far away. Just this side of being audible when the wind rested and allowed a moment of silence. Water cascaded over the stones in a nearby river, reflecting the moon in bright silver streaks and droning out the few noises that came from the two fighting werewolves near its shore.

Like real wolves they fought almost soundlessly. No snarling or barking like dogs did. The only noises were the stomping of their paws and the snapping sound when their teeth clamped shut. Either on fur or empty air. Being werewolves also gave them the pigheadedness of humans when it comes to fighting. Never mind the fact that their paws were shaking so badly that they were both close to fainting, the human mind prevented them to back down like a real wolf would have done. Instead they fought on, reckless of their waning powers and almost completely oblivious to their surroundings.

One of the two wolves was gray. His fur was thick and rich and his eyes a glowing amber in color. He seemed to be the impersonation of anything that came to mind when a child thinks of a wolf. Graceful and strong, his movements still bore traces of the dancing career that he had pursued so many years before becoming a wolf. Even though age had taken the toll to some of his strength, he still was swift and experienced in fighting. Especially as a wolf. This wolf's name was Igryn.

The other one was brown. He was young and strong and his eyes were a radiant blue. His body bore a great deal of muscles, visibly bulging under the short fur. When he managed to hit his opponents, his blows were devastating. But the great size of his muscles slowed him down and allowed Igryn to dart away from him more often than not. Nalon was trembling and his muscles were twitching, but he was too focused on winning to give in now.

A victory in a battle like this was about more than just dominance or leadership. It was a battle for bigger shares of food, territory, the nicest resting places and the rights to mate. And both wolves were more than eager to win.

They lunged at each other, their aggression visible in their raised heckles and the bristled fur. Saliva was dripping down their bared fangs as they circled, searching for a weak spot. Then Nalon threw himself at Igryn's throat, trying his best to surprise the gray wolf. But something happened. Suddenly the gray wolf is gone and his world twists. Something crashes in his shoulder, his sides hurt. A vice has clamped itself around his throat. Not even realizing that Igryn was holding him down with his teeth around his furry throat, Nalon's struggle intensified. He fought and writhed, trying to break free. He managed!

Relieved he wanted to stand up and fight, ready for round two when suddenly something pointy clamped itself around his balls. He froze in fear and turned his head, trying to see what had happened. The wolf physiology made it difficult but what he saw turned his stomach. Igryn's teeth were gripping his precious nuts in a vice grip. Nausea flooded from his testicles to his belly, making him swoon for a second or too. He needed to do something and quick before Igryn came up with the idea to bite his balls off! His mind frantically flitting around like a Hummingbird he knew that he had to beg for forgiveness, that he had to beg for something! Even suck cock if that was what would get him out of this misery. Ready for everything, he turned his head and searched for Igryn's balls, wanting to extend his tongue.

A yip of pain escaped him when the teeth shut themselves tighter around his balls, he whined. Suddenly the pressure was gone. Dazed by the sudden lack of pain and pressure, Nalon lay motionless for a moment. Had he done something good? Was all well again?

Something smashed powerfully into his side, jerking him out of his paralyzes. Realizing that he was free, Nalon scrambled on his paws and made a break for it. Panic was blinding his senses completely. The old guy had come up with a few tricks that he had not anticipated. Who knew what else he would come up with! Newfound energy flashed into his muscles, allowing him to run like a heavily muscled rabbit. Maybe not very fast, but with the same fear in his heart. The wolf in him protested, that it was not wolflike, that it was not proper to run like a prey animal. The human in him screamed back that the proper wolf behavior could go fuck itself and that running wasn't madness if it brought him and his balls away from this madwolf unharmed. It ain't shit if it works!

The soft, rolling thunder of paws thudding on grass gave Nalon wings. He darted away as fast as he could, trying frantically to outrun the old guy. In vain. His large muscles soon had him panting heavily, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He definitely had spent too much time in the gym, working up those huge sets of muscles on the bench press and the Dominat0r. Thinking that large muscles and strength was enough to get a territory and bitches by the dozen. Never in his life had he thought that muscles might ever become a problem. That a wolf, easily ten years his senior, could win a fight simply by being too fast to punch properly.

Something heavy landed on Nalon, staggering him and toppling him over. A tiny howl of fright escaped him as he clamped his tail over his balls, trying desperately to protect them. He was on his paws in a second, trying to run again, but Igryn was on him. His front legs clamped themselves around Nalon's ribs, then slid toward his waist as the gray wolf tried to grasp him properly.

Feeling the paws lock themselves around his hind legs, Nalon's wolf took over. It smothered the panicky human mind and locked it away. The wolf in him knew precisely how to handle situations such as this. Slowly he lifted his tail, allowing the dominant male behind him access to his genitals. Something hot poked over the fur on his balls, making him jerk nervously. The human mind in him screamed. Never before had anyone come near that hole. Never before had anyone dared. He wasn't gay, he was into bitches. His anus was no one else's business. Yet again, the human was smothered by the wolf who closed his eyes and relaxed his body.

The prodding, poking thing wandered upward. It connected with his balls several times, searching, searching. It brushed his sphincter and something wet spurted forward from the tip. Nalon's wolf sighed.This is merely a gesture. One male wolf dominating the other by humping his backside. No big deal,_the wolf assured the human in Nalon. _Never mind the hot, rubbery tip that centers its ministrations around our sphincter. Just a gest-

The triangular tip forced itself in. It grew long and fat within a split second, ripping open the untouched anus of Nalon. Both wolf and Human howled in pain, trying desperately to escape, to shake the hot rod out of them. Igryn's grip on their backside held fast. He smashed his hips forward in a staccato rhythm, growing larger by the second. Large watery spurts of precum erupted into Nalon's bowels. He winced when the large rod prodded his prostate. Pleasure exploded in Nalon, flooding his brain and washing away the pain of the deflowering.

His own dick started to poke out of his sheath with every hump. Soon he was hard and erect, the tip of his own knot starting to poke out of his sheath. Nalon panted as his ass was ravaged so mercilessly. Over and over, the still growing rod bumped against his prostate. Precum leaked out of his own tip hitting the grass below in small, embarrassing little spurts of pleasure.

Igryn panted above him, his tongue lolling out. His hips were thrusting Nalon harder. Something hard started to slap forcefully against his sphincter. Caught in pleasure, he did not realize what it was until it forced itself against him more and more. A large alarm clock in Nalon rang, tried to warn him that something was coming. That it might be unpleasant for someone who had been an anal virgin mere minutes ago.

It did not manage to penetrate the ecstasy that Nalon was feeling. His own dick was fully inflated now. It was waving up and down, every now and then being slapped against the fur of his belly. His knot fully visible. The burst of precum that had shamefully escaped his body from this vial pleasure had transformed into a steady series of quick bursts that were starting to assemble on the ground.

But something was wrong. Igryn's dick seemed to grow again, it stretched Nalon's anus more and more. And the hard thing that constantly slammed against his anus started to become alarming. Igryn's grip around his legs tightened. He pulled Nalon against himself and thrusted forward over and over, slamming into him. Nalon howled in pain as something large and hot forced itself slowly through his anus, stretching him fiercely. He panted and whimpered, completely unashamed of his almost girlish sounding cries as Igryn forced a knot the size of a tennis ball inside his anus. With a loud pop it finally slipped in, jerking Igryn's massive dick forward against Nalon's prostate. Howling in sudden pleasure that mixed itself in the pain, he erupted, blasting his hot, white seed against the grass and dirt below him.

The knot inside him ballooned out, squeezing his prostate, forcing a series of long ropes of cum to blast out of his body, pooling in the black earth below. Something hot exploded inside him, tickling his insides as Igryn blew his load, marking him as his bitch from the inside. For days his shit was going to smell like him, telling every person that Igryn now had a new bitch to boast with.

Nalon whimpered, but for some reason could not bring himself to feel sad about it. Even as Igryn turned and the huge knot inside him eased round. Both wolves panted heavily, saliva dripping off their lolling tongues. Nalon blinked, slowly fighting the sexual daze and the sudden intrusion.

He had never ever in his life considered sex with a male, let alone with him as the recipient. But suddenly, the Idea of repetition didn't seem quite as bad as before.

His dick was still spurting out the occasional rope of cum, but it had watered down again, was almost see through and quickly transformed itself into bubbles and drops that dribbled to the ground. After a few moments of stillness in which a fresh breeze brushed over his exposed dick, he turned and started licking himself clean. His eyes darted over to Igryn who was still firmly tied to him. But as soon as he saw the gray wolf turn his head, his eyes flew away, back to his dick.

With a few quick strokes he licked himself clean and waited as his dick vanished back into his sheath. It took its sweet time because every few heartbeats another spurt of cum would pulse out of Igryn and into his bowels. Fascinated he noted that he could feel every beat of Igryn's rapidly pumping heart through the knot in his tightly stretched bowels. Was this how a bitch in heat felt when she got knotted? Nalon fervently hoped so, because this feeling was absolutely divine.

He relished it for a few moments then was startled out of his post coital bliss when something tugged him backward. Surprised, he looked round and noticed that Igryn was staring at him. He meekly looked away, unsure what to do when another firm tug made him stagger backward. Trying his best not to fall down, he followed the sudden pressure step by step and was led through the forest by his dominant captivator.

Several times he tried to turn, tried his best to somehow see where Igryn was tugging him but he failed. Mostly because he did not dare anger his newfound alpha. For example by looking at him the wrong way. So the bulky, muscled wolf followed, stumbling and slipping, not used to this way of walking.

At one point a branch in his way became desastrous. Igryn had walked through it without problems, but Nalon's legs tangled up and he fell. There was a sharp tug on his insides and Igryn yipped in pain. Like a flash he was on him, over him, all bared teeth and erect ears. Nalon whimpered and showed his belly and throat, glad that at least his balls were out of reach for the moment.

The show of utter submission seemed to do the trick. Igryn turned and walked on, dragging Nalon with him downhill toward a stream of water. A few stones between the leaves made the road bumpy. Nalon tried to suppress the yips of pain when he hit them before he managed to scramble back to his feet, licking his nose, grinning with fear and panting heavily. He relaxed a little when he heard Igryn noisily lap up some water. Only now did he realize how thirsty he was.

When the gray wolf turned his back to the stream and Nalon finally came to face it, he leaned forward, wanting to drink as well. But Igryn pulled him away. With a whine, the bulky Wolf lowered his front paws, extending his tongue to the water, trying desperately to lap up some of the cool wetness.

Once more, it was in vain. Igryn simply tugged him back up hill like a plowhorse. Seeing the pleasantly cool, fresh river slowly move away from himself, Nalon huffed in disappointment and lowered his head on his paws, leaving a trail in the wet leaves.

Igryn dragged him for what felt like an eternity, giving neither of them any rest at all. Then he stopped dead in his tracks. Nalon lifted himself up again as well and looked back in surprise. The ballooning knot inside him seemed to deflate. Instinctively he threw himself against it as Igryn had done. Both wolves strained. Their claws digging deeply into the earth below. Then, with an audible popping noise, the knot vanished from his anus.

Nalon flopped over and wanted to clean himself but Igryn bumped him with his nose, forcing him back on his paws. The blue and red rod dangling in front of his eyes made it obvious what he wanted. Instinctively Nalon started cleaning the slowly shrinking dick of his alpha, putting his needs over his own like nature demanded.

Only when Igryn was satisfied with Nalon's cleaning services he let him clean his still slightly gaping tailhole. It was red and raw and Nalon winced when he licked himself. But the nature of the werewolf healed him fast and his spit lessened the pain a lot.

With a sigh he gingerly lowered himself on a patch of grass, fearing the pain that might come when his ass touched the ground. A firm stare from Igryn stopped him mid-motion. Frozen solid for a heartbeat or two he waited, then got up again and stepped away from the soft grass and walked over to a large stone. Throwing a glance to Igryn he asked for permission, wondered if it was okay to lie down here. The amber eyes told him sternly that it was not so he didn't even try this time.

Instead he walked on, found a patch of soft looking dirt and after a reassuring glance, lay down upon it.