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Pallas' Family Woes

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Daddy, stop Eating my Dates!

The bright morning sun fell gently through the high windows, bathing the room in its soft, golden light. The curtains were billowing slightly in the morning breeze and let their faint shadows dance across the large, solidly built bed that dominated the spacious room. And the naked boy lying on top of it, nestled comfortably into the chaos of blankets and pillows, his face buried in one of the latter. His fuzzy, pointed ears twitched slightly, wolf grey just as the long, tousled hair, bound back in a simple pony tail and falling loosely over the white linen. His whole body showed the lineless tan of a person spending lots of time outside - and naked - the slender body toned like that of a runner or swimmer. The bushy wolf tail with its white tip was wagging slightly as the half hidden face twisted into a smile. Pallas yawned as he drew in the lingering scent from the pillow. He could still feel the faint, sore pressure inside his ass, as he started to stretch and lazily reached for the warm body he had fallen asleep cuddled against.

But he couldn't feel any soft, black fur, no hard muscle, over which it would stretch, no slender panther tail dominantly wrapping around his legs.

"Hnnnh, where...", he mumbled sleepily as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking and stretching profusely. His bed mate of the previous night had apparently decided to get up without him... Pallas expression shifted to a slightly disappointed pout, as he had rather hoped to have enough time for a repeat performance of last nights activities, before...

Pallas was on his feet in one leap, not caring about his half erect cock slapping against his well toned abs. He didn't waste any time on trying to fish for pants or a shirt among the clothes scattered across the floor, but rather ran out of his room into the atrium stark naked. His gaze only quickly darted over the large, overgrown garden at the center of the mansion as he quickly sniffed the air.

The scent was unmistakable. Not just panther, but also wolf. And...

Pallas couldn't suppress a half angry half exasperated sound escaping his throat as he went into a full speed sprint. The wolfboy could already guess what must have happened.

His ears twitched as he picked up a muffled scream, but he was already through the high archway leading directly to the great hall.

"Daddy! Not again!", he called out furiously, as he came to a sudden halt directly in front of the giant wolf. The giant gray wolf, bigger than an elephant, gazing at him out of amber eyes that matched Pallas' own. And beneath him, casually held pressed to the floor with one huge paw, a panting black panther, whose dark fur shone damp with sweat and saliva. The enormous lupine maw was just about to open wide and let the panther's head and shoulders disappear behind a row of ebony fangs.

*Hmmmh, what's the matter, Pallas, my son? Why giving me that angry look?" The voice of the werewolf echoed in Pallas' mind, as its owner was about to continue his meal without a car. The wolf's tongue licked with evident gusto over the panther's muscular pecs, making the feline's entire body shiver and tremble.

"You know exactly what this is all about! I did not take him home with me for you or one of my brothers to just eat him up!" Pallas glared at his father indignantly, while the werewolf in question just kept licking over the sweaty, muscular body.

*Pallas... You cannot expect us not to properly put a prospective partner for you to the taste, erh, the test, I mean...*

The enormous wolf held down the bucking panther with one paw as he slowly let him slip out of his maw. And under the enormous pressure weighing on his chest, the beastman got out hardly more than a stifled groan.

*...and I am sure you can see the result for yourself.*

Pallas let out a slightly annoyed sigh. He had little doubt that his father would have easily overpowered the panther, whether in his human or hybrid form or as the giant wolf. And apparently said overpowering had not only involved demonstrating his superior strength...

Pallas inhaled the air. The all to familiar smell would have indeed been hard to miss...

"Daddy, that one was mine, I still wanted to play with him." He looked at his father with an accusatory glance, a glance that traveled down the panther's body. The wolfboy made one step closer and grabbed one of the muscular legs, yanking pushing them apart with quite surprising strength to reveal the obviously quite well used ass of the big cat, the still loose sphincter around which the fur was smeared with a sticky white.

*Pallas... someone who succumbs to me in such fashion and even shows arousal at that is hardly an adequate partner for my boy. And just admit it already...*, the penetrating voice filled his mind as the amber eyes fixed him in place.

*...you are just disappointed you don't get to eat him yourself...*

The boy knelt down, spreading the panther's legs apart and lowering his head until it was mere inches away from the feline's throbbing shaft.

*Well, if you want to, go ahead...* Pallas briefly looked up, feeling the slightly amused huff as the warm wolf breath washed over him, just before he lowered his head again to give the panther's erect cock a slow, sensuous lick. He could feel the tremble going through the cat's muscular body immediately as a low, stifled moan escaped his throat. And matching it, there was crackling electric current jolting through his own body as his fingers dug into the sweaty fur and he began to give the big cat a no holds bared blowjob, licking hungrily at his stiff, throbbing cock. The intense salty aroma, the taste of lust and arousal flooded over his tongue and Pallas let out an excited, half stifled moan as he rubbed his own swollen cock against the panther's muscular legs. His father was right, just imagining having the panther all to himself, panting and exhausted after a bout of intense sex, roused both a deep arousal and a hunger inside of him. He might have given it more time, but should the panther have proved unable to stand up to Pallas' own wolf form, his eventual fate would have been the same. But, at least, at least he would get a taste of what could have been, a little appetizer of this glorious buffet of manliness. And it would not take long...

The panther's tail, whether by reflex or consciously directed, wrapped around him, tickling his precum slick glans like a soft paintbrush. The wolfboy let out a needy moan, his tongue pressing hungrily against the panther's frenulum, only to be rewarded with a fresh load of salty and bitter excitement. The big cat's entire muscular body was bucking wildly, as he started sucking on the throbbing cock like a hungry puppy. There was only a union of hoarse, lusty moans and both the wolfboy and the panther helplessly gave in to their climax. Hot, white seed splattered over Pallas' slender body as e greedily licked up the salty flood, the panther was emptying into his eager mouth. The young werewolf sank back with a satisfied moan, the still pulsing arousal sliding out from between his lips. And he could only watch, dazed and exhausted, as his father slowly and with quite apparent delight devoured the panther. The muscular body vanished into the enormous lupine maw, the slick tongue licking savoring every lick over the trembling, sweat drenched body. And within less than a minute, there was nothing left of the big cat but a bulge in the giant wolf's throat, taking mere second to travel down to the vast, waiting stomach.

Lykaon let out a yawning sigh, before he flopped over on his side, looking at his son. Pallas just shook his head and gave his father an only slightly mollified frown. "Next time you at least wait for a couple of days! Or else I won't speak a single word to you for at least a month..." The enormous wolf looked at him out of big, amber eyes and let out a high pitched whimpering sound, his upper body twisted slightly so both of his front paws where raised into the air in supplication. Pallas let out a defeated sigh. He couldn't really stay mad at his father... he slowly rose to his feet, the corners of his mouth twisted into a faint grin as he leaned in to bury his face in the wolf's thick chest fur, starting to scritch him in a slow, steady rhythm.

"...promise me you will at least do that much, it is hard enough already with all of my brothers...", he let out a resigned sigh, only to suddenly giggle in surprise as he felt the warm wolf tongue lick over his face. He made a sound of protest and in a sudden flurry of skin, hair and fur, Pallas body shifted, until there was two wolves, one of them noticeably smaller than the other, if still bigger than any other land dwelling carnivore. Both of them were growling and yipping playfully as they were wrestling on the vast stretch of empty floor.

*I promise that I'll try my best and give you more time, at least enough to either introduce them to us yourself or send them home...* Lykaon had rolled over onto his back, as an older wolf would when playing with a puppy, his uzzle open and his paws in the air as Pallas, still growling playfully, nuzzled his nose into the thick bigger wolf's thick pelt. He knew both his dad and his brothers meant well, just... *Dad, I am not a puppy anymore...*

Lykaon just looked up at him and gently took Pallas muzzle into his own maw. *And still... You will always be my son. You carry my royal blood in your veins. The blood that stood up even to the sky father's curse. I know you are already many hundred years old, that hardly anyone would be able to do you harm... But my son, only someone who is at least your equal could be a real partner to you. Someone I could entrust you to.*

Pallas let out a sigh, allowing the tension to drain from his muscles to let his father have the upper hand in their play wrestling - after all, he knew only too well that the bigger wolf could easily overpower him whenever he wanted to. In his new position, he could feel the faint squirms of the panther from the stomach of the wolf king. In a sense, it was almost a bit ironic. After all, he had smelled it on the panther's own breath, the fact that he himself was not averse to live, squirming prey. And Pallas was pretty certain that the large cat must at least have toyed with the idea to devour the lithe wolfboy himself... The thought made his muzzle twitch as he rubbed his head against his father full belly. *At least I hope that, in his own way, he did find your approval...*

Lykaon huffed and licked over Pallas' ear, as the laughter of the ancient king lapped over his mind like a gentle wave. *My son, rest assured, whatever I may have said, I doubtlessly recognize that when it comes to men, you have a quite excellent taste...*