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The full moon shone dimly through the canopy of trees. Stormclouds were starting to gather to the south, warm winds blowing in with the scent of rain strongly carried on them. The breeze rustled the trees and silenced the usual call of nocturnal forest life. It wasn't exactly the best night for a hunt, but when working under the blessings of the full moon one had to work with what they were given.

In the past it had been relatively safe to pass through these woods, and they were traveled through fairly often. It was the most direct route between two towns, so it only made sense that there would be an established road. That had changed drastically when massive hulking beasts started prowling the woods at night and attacking people at random. Eventually the towns people rallied together and managed to get aid from outside forces and drive the beasts out of the forests. Farmers weren't exactly the best equipped to deal with monsters living on their borders. Raids became less and less frequent after the hunters arrived, eventually it became more of a story to keep children from wandering out into the woods rather than any real threat that you might be attacked by the beasts. Years had passed since the last supposed sighting, and even more than that for the last reported attack.

Jase was a hunter of the super natural. He wasn't one of the originals called on to deal with the beasts prowling in the forest, but he'd heard enough of the stories that it had caught his interest. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to be dealing with at first. There's all manners of creatures that lurk in the darkness and only show up at the most opportunistic of moments. One specific creature came to mind the more he listened to the stories though. Bright nights, full moons, strange growling and snarling... He was pretty sure that the creatures described in the tales had been werewolves. Were that the truth, they'd either been smart enough to leave when they started to get hunted or they were actually driven to extinction in the area.

Jase believed the former was the truth, though it would be sour luck for him if there wasn't a single one left in the area. He'd set up a large array of traps in the area nearby. Pitfalls, nets, rope vines. Nothing that would seriously maim or injure anything that happened to get captured, but certainly enough that it would get the job done and restrain most large creatures. He'd done most of his work during the day, when there was plenty of light out. Now that it had gotten dark and he could scarcely see the ground from his perch in a tree, he could only half remember every direction that he'd placed a trap.

"Heh," he muttered to himself. "Hope there's no travelers wandering the forest tonight. That'd be real unlucky."

Nearly an hour passed, the moon rising to it's apex in the sky. The storm was nearly upon him, the breeze picking up and shaking the branches around him. He was starting to drift off as nothing of note had happened for so long. His head tilted back against the tree, a quiet yawn escaping him. It was then that he heard it, only just so underneath the howl of the wind. The sharp snapping of rope and the burn of it rapidly running across tree bark- one of his traps had been triggered. He jerked upward in alertness, looking around to pinpoint exactly which direction he'd heard the noise. It took little effort for him to whip down from the branch he'd been hiding on and slide down the tree into the darkness of the forest.

The hunter followed the sound of snarling, thrashing and what seemed to be some amount of confusion. He dug through his things and pulled out a torch, lighting it to provide himself with some vision as he moved closer. As the light of the fire illuminated his surroundings, he quickly noticed that several of the traps that he'd set had been sprung, all of them empty of any kind of prey.

"Weird..." he thought aloud, shaking his head and moving toward the sounds.

He rounded a large oak tree and saw a truly magnificent sight. Thrashing about inside of one of the nets was indeed a beast, a fur covered creature of the night growling and snarling, trying desperately to escape. It was hard for Jase to get a good look at it, between the ropes and the constant movement. That movement quickly died down though when the torch light was shined upon the trap.

A pair of dark crimson eyes glared through the spaces in the net at the hunter. The lycan's fur was a dusty brown color, coating him entirely from head to toe. A rather bushy tail was sticking out of the net, fluffed out and angry looking. He had sharp fangs, and sharp claws, but the hunter had taken precautions against that, it was beyond the reasoning of the lycan as to why he couldn't escape. He could find no purchase when it came to tearing himself free.

"Well, look at that!" Jase spoke, a bit of unchecked excitement in his otherwise even tone. He walked a slow circle around the trap, looking at the beast from every angle that he could. "Now... how am I going to get you down without being clawed to bits?" The hunter brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing the short stubble in thought. Those crimson eyes followed him as he moved, watching his every step. It sent a bit of a chill down his spine to be glared at with so much contempt. Despite the obvious signs of aggression, the lycan was a bit less threatening than Jase had imagined it was going to be. It seemed to be... smaller? Than he was imagining. The beast was still larger than the hunter himself was, but not quite the complete towering monster the stories had led him to believe.

Small droplets of water started to rain down as the storm arrived, sizzling against the torch that the hunter had lit. "Damn. Didn't want to do this from the start, but it's going to be a pain if we're caught out in the elements like this." He dug through one of the many satchels attached to his belt, pulling out a small dart with a purple hued feather attached to it. "Sorry about this, it'll only sting for a second."

As soon as he said that, the lycan started to thrash and toss inside of the net, trying to keep away from whatever it was the hunter had planned for him. His tantrum was cut short as he felt a sudden prick in his back and the vision started to fade from his eyes. He was out in seconds after that.

"Huh. Works as advertised? Honestly... was not expecting that." Jase quickly set to work of bringing the trap down to the ground, eager to get both himself and his catch somewhere safer.

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When the lycan finally came to, he felt cold stone beneath him. His vision was hazy, sparks of color floating around no matter where he looked. He could feel heat coming from nearby, and barely made out the distinct sound of fire crackling. Attempts at moving were met with an extreme discomfort, his hands had been bound at the wrists, pulled behind his back as well. His ankles had much the same treatment, as did his thighs. Perhaps worst of all, he felt that his muzzle had been bound tightly shut. He rolled about as whatever drug was pulsing through his system started to wear off, feeling dizzy and like he was floating at the same time with no chance of ever coming back down.

The feeling persisted for what felt like eons until he eventually hit his head against something hard enough to reset his brain. At least it felt like it. His vision blurred and things that were dancing and overly vibrant started to become more clear. His keen sense of hearing started to make more sense, the crackle of fire... the distant sound of rain echoing around him. A voice. His ears perked up as high as they could when he heard the voice. He glanced around, realizing that he was in some kind of cave. Stone walls stretched out in all directions around him, darkness in the furthest direction and then a wall. He couldn't see the entrance from where he was laying. The lycan rolled to face the source of heat, coming face to face with a campfire that had been made, as well as the man that had captured him.

"Finally with me?" Jase asked. He was a fairly safe distance away, with a campfire between himself and the lycan. It had only been about thirty minutes or so since their encounter with the trap. The blood pumping through the lycan's veins was fast acting to work the poison through his system. That had been plenty of time for Jase to get a good look at the wolf. The brown fur that coated his entire body was a slightly lighter almost cream color along the lycan's front, starting just below his neck and encompassing the entirety of his chest and down his abdomen. It stopped just short of the lycan's waist, with a small white trail of fur beginning below the lycan's navel and heading south. A small, makeshift cloth had been wrapped around the lycan's hips, doing a moderately poor job at concealing his crotch from Jase, though, Jase had been the one who put it there, as he had been naked inside of that trap.

The lycan was well built, muscular, a powerful build that matched what was expected. Thick thighs, strong arms, flexed and straining against the ropes that bound him. He had a long narrow snout with his lips curled back into a bit of a snarl, flashing pearly white fangs. There was no budging whatever hell-sent material the rope was made of, but it did prove a bit of a show for the hunter to watch the lycan thrash around for a minute or two.

"There's no getting out of that. The threads are interwoven with silver." the hunter spoke. "You don't need to worry too much though. I'm not interested in hurting you or anything," Jase gives his best attempt at a wholesome smile, which comes through as a bit condescending. "I'm just fascinated. Ever since I heard the stories. Men being turned into wolves? Are you actually a man, turned into a wolf? I don't even know if you can speak or not."

He rambled on for a bit, the glare coming from the lycan faltering a bit. The longer Jase spoke, the more anger was replaced with frustration about his situation. A minute or two into the hunter's words, the lycan started to make strange mumbling noises.

"What? Are you saying something?" Jase asked.

"Mmhmhghmghmm!" the lycan responded, with an accent of his tongue sticking out the front of his maw.

"Well... I can't risk taking the muzzle off to find out." Jase looked over the bound lycan, lips pursed in thought. "Ah, I know. It's as good a means as any to find out." He gave a short nod to himself and looked the lycan in the eyes. "If you can understand what I'm saying, wag your tail."

The indignity. The lycan stared blankly at Jase, his tail limp against the cold stone behind him. It was quickly becoming clear to him that this hunter may be a little... unhinged. After an awkwardly long pause with the hunter staring at him far too expectantly, he gave a single swing of his tail. It went up, draping over his hip, then slapped back down against the cold stone of the cave.

"Hah. So you can understand what I'm saying, then. Maybe we can have a conversation when I feel like you're not going to lunge for my throat the moment the rope comes off from your face." Jase leaned back against the stone wall of the cave, arms folded against his chest. The armor the hunter wore looked a bit familiar to the lycan, but he couldn't pin point exactly why. Dark leathers weren't the most uncommon thing in the world, so it was easily ignored.

"From the stories, I thought you lot hunted in packs. That's why I set so many traps. I was expecting more, instead I just got you. I wonder why that is?" Jase spoke his thoughts aloud to a captive audience of one.

The lycan pinned his ears back flat against his skull, having the answer to that question but being unable to respond. He let out a snort of frustration, rolling back to face the wall where he wasn't looking at the hunter anymore.

"Awh, come on. If you start to cooperate then I can start taking ropes off. Otherwise you're just going to be tied up like that all the way to Cinderfell." the hunter sighed.

"Mmgmhg?!?!" the lycan responded in panic, rolling back to face the man again. His eyes were wide, ears perked, tail fluffed. The confusion was obvious enough a communication, so Jase could continue.

"That's right. I'm taking you with me. Ever since I first heard the stories, I thought to myself... part man, part wolf? That'd make for a great hunting companion. Though, I was sort of hoping you'd be more wolf than man. At least mentally." Jase rubs at the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "Though I did have a hunch, that maybe you would still be able to communicate. Which is why I went ahead and covered up your man-bits." Jase gestures with a finger toward the lycan's crotch, the cloth haphazardly shifting to reveal more than intended.

All of the lycan's rolling and thrashing about had the cloth draped more over his thigh than his groin. Normally he wouldn't have cared, being that he had been naked before hand. Something about the fact there was attention being drawn down between his legs caused his blood to run hot, searing in his face. His balls were hanging loosely in their sac, the leathery pouch just outside the modesty of the provided garment. He tried to swivel his hips in a way that would make the cloth cover him again, but all he succeeded in doing was a strangely erotic display of making his balls bounce against his thigh. Immediately following a quiet slapping noise as his sac collided with his fur he simply rolled onto his stomach, ears drooping in discontent.

Jase watched in amusement, not saying a word as the whole thing took place. "Well, that was interesting." he commented as he pushed himself away from the wall, rising to a stand. "Not that I mind this view much, either." The lycan had a rather nice looking ass, taut muscle with just the right amount of fat to his cheeks that gave it an almost bubbly appearance. The beast's tail was covering as much of it as possible, though it did a lousy job. Jase kneeled down above the lycan, approaching cautiously. His knees were placed on either side of the beast's hips, his body slowly lowering down onto the furred backside of his captive. "Easy now. Let's take this off."

The lycan's head was swimming in a myriad of obscene thoughts, panicked eyes shooting this way and that, squirming a underneaath the weight of the man. He'd never felt so vulnerable, so exposed- and while he was expecting the worst to come, instead he felt hands at his snout, gently unraveling the binds around his maw until they came loose and he was able to stretch his jaw again. Jase applied pressure, holding him down in a way that prevented any sudden movements. "I'll leave it off if you don't get bitey the moment I let go of you." There was an awkward pause and a silence that followed, but the lycan made no move. Nearly a full minute would pass before Jase released the pressure and started lifting himself up, though he was still stradling the lycan's back. "There." he commented, while slowling winding the rope around his arm. He stood up and moved back to his side of the fire, watching the lycan carefully.

"So I take it you can understand me. Now I just wonder if you can speak." Jase prodded at the fire, stoking it to life. "You have a name?" he inquired.

The lycan remained silent, biding his options. His maw might be free, but he was still bound in three places with a rope he had no way of getting out of. Even if he did manage to somehow worm his way over to the man and gnaw him to death, he'd be just as likely to die in the cave tied up.

"Silver," the lycan growled, his voice a gravelly grunt.

"That's a terrible name," Jase responded immediately. "Silver? You were named after the metal?" There was more than a hint of laughter in his voice. "Hells, you can speak though. Silver. Your fur isn't even white."

Silver blinked a few times in disbelief. He finally speaks and the man has the gall to make fun of him for giving his name. "Is your name so much better?"

"It might not be, but at least I'm not named... I don't know. Sword. Or arrow. Fire, maybe?" Jase laughed more openly, culling it only to offer a knowing smirk at the lycan. "Named after the moon or something, I imagine. But no, I'm Jase."

"That's a stupid name." Silver retorted, though he didn't actually have a reason why it was a stupid name. He just didn't like having his own mocked. He remained flat on his stomach, looking over at Jase from the corner of his vision. There was a certain glimmer in the man's eyes that he wasn't overly fond of. One he wasn't sure how to read, or what it meant. He was being eyed... strangely. "Why bother trying to dress me if you're going to oggle at me like a piece of meat? Why not just have at me with your perverse stare?"

Jase coughed into his hand sheepishly. "Well, ah. It was distracting. When I was tying you up, watching your junk flop all over the place. And I didn't know yet."

"Know what yet?" Silver flicks his tail curiously.

"I didn't know you could communicate. And speak. It makes it more interesting if you have a sense of modesty, like..." he thinks for a moment, head tilting from side to side. "If you were just a savage beast, you wouldn't be trying so hard to stop me from looking between your legs. But because I covered it up for you, you know it's on my mind. So it's on your mind, too."

The lycan tried to understand what that meant but failed to do so. "You're a strange man." he murmured just loud enough to be heard.

"Likely," Jase nodded. "But tell me, why are you all alone? Like I said before, I was expecting a pack.. yet here you are."

Silver made a dismissive grunt. "Because I'm alone. There is no pack, there's only me. If there ever was a pack it was gone long before me."

The hunter furrowed his brow, rubbing at his chin again in thought. "But that's not possible, is it? Wouldn't another werewolf had to have bitten you for you to change?"

At this, Silver let out a bit of laughter of his own. He was genuinely amused by the question, his tail shifting from side to side above his butt. "Ah. The stories they humans spread among themselves. Get bitten, scratched, clawed, and you turn into one of us under the full moon, was it?" He lets out a heavy amused sounding sigh. "There is no infection or curse. I was never a man like you are. Another tale that man spreads to incite fear of the unknown."

Jase raised his brow. "Really? So you actually are just..." he was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

"A beast, yes, a man less so." Silver snickered.

"That changes quite a bit then, my canine friend." Jase said with ethusiasm. He made his way around the campfire again moving toward Silver. The lycan turned over, rolling onto his back and edging a few inches with what movement he could manage.

"What does it change? What're you on about?" Silver narrowed his eyes. He continued to edge back, gaining some inches into the darker part of the cave as Jase approached him slowly. He wanted to growl, but his voice caught in his throat for some reason. There was something more off about the man by the moment.

"You see, I was worried of infection. But if there isn't a curse, then there's nothing to be afraid of." Jase spoke, following Silver into the shadows. "Not because turning into something like you is entirely concerning to me, no..." the man's voice was starting to change, getting deeper and more menacing. Silver tried to focus his eyes in the darkness as they edged away from the fire, but the last remaining bits of whatever drug was in his system was having an adverse effect on his night vision. "I've got a fun idea, Silver. We'll play a game, one for your freedom." Jase finished, just as the lycan felt a hand grab around his ankle.

"What kind of game?" He growled into the darkness, following his sense of hearing rather than sight. He could hear the sound of leather dropping against stone, a bit of tearing, a soft swearing under the man's breath. His heart was starting to beat rapidly in his chest, panic bordering on fear filling his body.

"A comparison game. You know, you show me yours, I show you mine. You may not be familiar with the phrases..." Jase's much deeper, richer voice echoed throughout the cavern. "Basically, who ever has the bigger manhood is the winner." The words drew out slowly, tantilisingly.

"Hah!" Silver barked. "Easy, deal! It'd be impossible for a human to be larger than me. You're almost half my size to begin with." He flicked his ears, and felt a pair of hands grab at his ankles. "H-hey, what're you doing..!" he stammered as he started being dragged back toward the dim light provided by the fading fireplace. His eyes went wide as Jase started to become more and more visible again, replaced by a silhouette that wasn't even remotely similar to the one he had been staring at before. The man had become a beast himself, large and imposing- not one like Silver, quite different, feline in appearance. Grey fur covered Jase from head to toe, standing a near three or four feet taller than he'd been before. The sleek form of his body was covered in stripes as dark as the night sky, littering his fur in remarkable design, matched on the whip like tail that was swinging loftily behind hsi body. Silver quickly realized the sounds he'd heard in the darkness were that of Jase undressing, or maybe ripping through his clothing as he'd gotten much larger. "You... not a..." the rest of the words caught in his throat, but it was obvious enough. Jase was no ordinary man. Silver was dragged back into the light of the fire by his ankles by a hulking muscular beast of a weretiger. He was laid flat on his back, hands digging a uncomfortably into his spine bound as they were. He swallowed harshly, eyes traveling down Jase's body. Even under the coat of fur, it was easy enough to see the muscled body that lay beneath. Broad shoulders, a pair of perfectly sculpted pecs, trailing down into a valley of rippling abs. It all led down to what would be the main event of their game, an impressively thick bulge hidden under a pair of straining undergarments.

As Silver's eyes fixated on his bulge, Jase laughed. "See? This is why it's more amusing to be covered than simply air it out. The mystery. How big is it? What does it look like? Thoughts that are surely running through your head right now." He grinned widely, flashing fangs in a predatory stare. "Well, you'll find out soon. You can have the first move in this game." Jase lowered himself down to a squat, hovering over the lycan's legs. "You must be quite proud of what's under this cloth if you were willing to bet your freedom on it so quickly." Jase reached down and plucked at the cloth covering Silver's crotch with a single extended claw, pulling away and acting as if it were his first time seeing the lycan's goods.

He had an impressive set of balls, to be sure, but his flaccid cock laying limply against his thigh didn't inspire much confidence out of him. His ears pinned back flat against his skull as Jase started to laugh, twiddling his naked cock around between two fingers. "It gets bigger," Silver complained, sporting an expression akin to outright pouting. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he wasn't sure that he'd actually manage to be bigger than Jase. The tiger hovering over him looked like he had a cock that would dwarf his own erection without even needing to get hard.

"I'm sure it does, little wolf. Seeing as you're all tied up, why don't I help you out with that?"

Jase started to slowly stroke at the lycan's dick, but there was no effect. Try as he might, Silver couldn't seem to get erect, managing a half-chub at best, limply flopping about inside of Jase's hands. "Huh.. well, can't say it got -that- much bigger." Jase snickered in amusement. "My turn, then." He hooked a claw against his loincloth and tore it slowly open down the front. His dick slowly squeezed out of the hole behind opened until it burst free in a triumphant slap that left it crashing down ontop of Silver's balls, making the lycan huff in discomfort. "Oops, sorry." Jase murmured sympathetically, removing the rest of his loincloth and freeing his incredibly heavy nuts. "I'm a bit surprised your dick looks more human, Silver. Kind of like mine does. Only.. well, yours is much smaller it would seem." Jase's dick swayed above Silvers, towering at near eleven inches. It had hardened rather quickly upon being freed, a single angry vein trailing along the weretiger's shaft. A heavy masculine scent was wafting up into Silver's nostrils, flooding his senses in a strangely pleasant euphoria. "N-no fair," Silver whimpered, "It must be the poison you used."

Jase raised a brow, "Hm. Maybe. But... you seem to be getting a little bigger now." Silver looked down to see that his dick was infact starting to raise up now, almost on cue. Jase grabbed hold of the base of his dick, angling it down. "Was it because of this?" He asked, gently slapping the head of his cock against Silver's furry balls. The lycan tensed up, expecting pain, but non came- instead there was just the warmth of Jase's dick spreading through his sac as his balls jiggled and bounced slightly. Shame ran through his face as his dick got harder by the second, rising up to meet the hunter's challenge. "Guess so. You have a thing for getting your balls smacked around, pup?" Jase asked with a grin. The defiant stare that came back up to him from the lycan answered the question. "Hey, just thought I'd ask... seeing as you're going to be staying with me from now on."

Jase lowered himself a bit more, until he was practically sitting on Silver's thighs. He pushed their cocks together, letting his own balls rest heavily ontop of the lycan's. Silver's dick reached just past half of Jase's when they were lined up, "Well. I've only measured once.. but that looks like it puts you at around..." Jase snorts in amusement. "Five, maybe six inches? I would've beaten that as a human."

Silver would've gone pale had he the capacity to do so. Instead his ears just flattened against his head as he looked on in mild horror at the differences between their sizes. "No way..!" He was in disbelief, but he couldn't deny that he was perhaps the hardest he'd ever been in his life. A bead of precum was starting to form at the slit of his cock, translucent and shiny.

"I thought you were a bit small when I first saw you. Must've been the runt... still wonder where the rest of you are though. Think I'd like to compare to an alpha. Maybe he'd give me a run for my money." Jase teased further, slowly rolling his hips forward. The motion slid his dick over Silver's, squishing the lycan's dick down against his own body. It felt incredibly warm, the pleasure of having his own fur and another dick rubbing all over his shaft.

"I am an alpha," Silver grunted. He puffed his chest out slightly, to make himself seem bigger. "I'm the only one of my kind here, and that makes the forest mine-.." he cut off as Jase thrusted against his crotch, frotting their dicks together and making a clear line of precum squirt over Silver's abs from his own dick. He let out a low groan of pleasure, tilting his head back against the stone of the cave. Suddenly he saw a shadow descend over him, Jase leaning forward until they were eye to eye.

"If you're the only one of your kind here, really, then... that'd mean you never claimed a mate too, wouldn't it?" Jase seemed more excited by every word that left Silver's maw. The lycan was beginning to feel stupid for even speaking in the first place- as if now was a good time to start regretting his decisions. "And you think you're an alpha. This is just too good." Jase leans down, slowly grinding his hips against Silver's as he whispers into the lycan's ear. "Would an alpha really be wetting himself while another man with a bigger cock rubs all over him?" He gently nipped at Silver's ear, laughing quietly to himself before he leaned all the way back up, looking at the confusion in Silver's face. The inner turmoil of dealing with unbridled lust and the need to prove himself in some fashion. Jase placed his hands on Silver's hips and lifted the wolf up like a ragdoll, drawing a surprised yelp out of him. Silver was turned over onto his stomach and felt his ass getting lifted up into the air, followed by a sharp tug to his tail.

"Ow!" he grunted, freezing up as he felt hot breath washing over his now very exposed asscrack. A chill ran down his spine as he realized the vulnerable position he was in. Jase's hand slid along his inner thighs, teasing his taint with a gentle caress a few times. The lycan remained still, even as Jase's hand wiggled between his pressed together thighs, fishing around. His balls were dragged back first, pulled between his thighs so that they were plump and taut behind him, followed after by his dick, having to curl his body up slightly for the position to remain at all comfortable. Silver's precum drooled down between his thighs, his dick twitching and throbbing as his heart beat so rapidly in his chest it felt like it was threatening to burst free from his ribs.

"I'll let you live the fantasy. I'll treat you with all the respect I would the alpha of a pack." Jase snickers sarcastically, lowering down to Silver's plump balls. "First... I'd want to know what you smell like. What makes all the others obey you." He presses his nose up against Silver's sac, inhaling deeply of the lycan's musk. It was potent, masculine.. smelling deeply of wild and the woods. "That's good. I could definitely see you leading a pack with a nice heavy set like these." He lifts a hand up and gives Silver's balls a gently approving squeeze. "Next, I'd want to get a taste, for... personal reasons." His tongue slides out of his maw, laping over Silver's balls in long languid strokes. Each journey drags one of the lycan's balls up with Jase's tongue an inch before letting it drop back down, drawing out low moans of pleasure from Silver. Jase's tongue circles the smaller male's sac until the smooth pouch is left slick with his spit, shining dimly in the light of the fire. He gives Silver's balls a gentle kiss before pulling his face back a bit, "We already did the comparison... so that cuts out the third thing, you want to know what I'd do last?" Jase teases, leaning back in to kiss at Silver's taint, gently nipping at the wolf with sharp fangs just to make him shake and twitch.

Silver was in a world of pleasure. He couldn't see anything that was happening, or even anticipate what the feline's next move was going to be. The hunter had complete control over the situation and he was barely questioning his role in the order of things. "W-what..? What's the last thing..?" he asked timidly, his ears slowly twitching as he waited for the answer. He felt a tingle as Jase's hands landed squarely on his asscheeks, spreading them apart rather harshly. It was enough that he could feel his pucker start to stretch open a bit, winking and flexing at the man behind him. Jase smiled widely to himself, admiring Silver's remarkably pink asshole. It was well hidden between those dusky brown cheeks, a small trail of white fur underneath it going along the lycan's taint. "I'd fuck his ass so hard he'd piss himself to the bottom of the food chain." Jase stated bluntly, leaning in and giving one long lick of his tongue directly across Silver's pucker. "Still want me to treat you like an alpha, little wolf?" His long tail flicked from side to side, feeling tension in the air as the lycan's mind ran a mile a minute for an answer to the question. His asshole clenched, tightly squeezing before stretching a bit again as Jase's thumbs gently tugged at either side of it.

"Yes," Silver gasped out in pleasure. "I'm... I'm an alpha," he didn't know full well what he was getting himself into by playing into Jase's games anymore. All he knew was that it felt good, and that he didn't want it to stop. A small part of it did stroke his ego to feel like he was being treated like the leader of a pack, as strange of a situation it was for that kind of respect to come from Jase. Silver had little doubt that a true alpha would've ended up in just the same place that he was in now in a fight against Jase. He was rewarded with another grace of the tiger's tongue against his asshole, now more hungrily lapping and pushing against his entrance than teasing him. His pucker was coated entirely in Jase's spit, even feeling that dextrous tongue slip in past his rim and tease the inside of the muscle, leaving the lycan quivering, shaking and moaning . "Wait a minute.." Jase stopped, looking down from what he was doing to see that Silver was cumming, thick white cum oozing slowly out of his cock only to splatter against the back of his thighs when his cock pulsed. Jase couldn't hold back laughter, slapping his hand against the lycan's asscheek a few times. "Oh, that's perfect. You were born to be alpha, Silver." He teased, diving back in to the lycan's ass and shoving his tongue deep into the smaller male's hole.

Silver's back arched, cum drooling down his thighs as his hands-free climax subsided, muscles relaxing and loosening up his tight hole with every generous slurp of the tiger's tongue. Jase lifted up, inspecting his handiwork for a moment. He slid his thumb into Silver's ass, feeling the ring squeeze around his finger. "Gonna be a tight fit." He says to himself, giving a light tug with his thumb before he pullls it out, drawing a shuddering sigh from the lycan. Jase rose up, grabbing hold of his dick and rubbing it between Silver's asscheeks. He made sure that Silver was getting a good feel for the girth of it, sliding down his muscled ass and lining up perfectly with his ass.

Jase grabbed hold of the rope that bound the lycan's wrists, using it as both support and to pull Silver's body back toward him. The head of his dick slowly pressed into the lycan's spit lubed hole, drawing out a low whine of pleasure when it finally popped in. A few more inches followed after quickly, Silver's eyes going wide and his tail fluffing out. It almost felt like he was going to be split in two, and there was more to come. Jase leaned over the lycan, getting into a better position, every thrust rewarding Silver with a few more inches of the tiger's cock. He was panting, gasping every time Jase pushed in. The tiger's precum was spreading through him, easing the passage and making his ass more readily accessible to be violated in such a fashion.

Jase gave a few quick thrusts against Silver's ass, one hand on the lycan's tail and the other on his shoulder. He was getting deeper, pushing the limits of what the smaller male should be able to take, but he wasn't done. He slammed harder, eager to get those last final inches and bury the full force of his cock into the lycan. He found purchase, Silver's spit covered hole squelching loudly around his cock as he speared his cock in, slamming his hips into the lycan's ass and clapping their balls together. Were he merciful and looking to ease Silver into it, he might've halted there for a second, let the wolf get used to the feeling. There would be no such reprieve though- intent on breaking Silver in like he would a much more dominant adversary. Silver was seeing stars at this point, his ass felt like it was being pounded into oblivion, to be left as a crater that might never seal shut again. "Nngh..!" Silver gasped. His prostate was being smashed with every thrust, precum leaking out of his cock in a constant meager stream. His fur was matted and sticky, all along the back of his legs was the pride of his balls that were now being battered into submission by Jase's own hefty sac. Each slap of their hips was a mix of pleasure and pain for the lycan, sore from his ass being met by Jase's crotch, sore from his balls slapping against the tiger's. Even that dull pain was being confused for pleasure though.

The hunter paused, an idea springing into his mind. "I know what would serve an alpha like you real well, Silver." He reached down underneath Silver, untying the knot that bound the lycan's thighs together by rope. He did the same to the rope around Silver's ankles, freeing his legs entirely. Silver then felt his left leg being lifted up, Jase's hand hooked underneath his thigh. His cock jerked back to it's natural resting place, slapping against his lower abdomen a single time before hanging in the air, drooling. Jase started fucking again, picking up the pace rather drastically. "Go on, look..." He breathed out, tilting Silver's head down to look between his own legs. Silver watched as his cock jerked and bounced rapidly between his legs, his balls doing much the same as Jase's sac slapped into them like a pendulum. He felt the pressure building just behind his cock, a familiar sensation that he tried to hold back. Silver hadn't stopped to think that Jase might've been literal until he felt it, the way his leg was lifted and the angle of the tiger's cock was was too much to bear. A hot torrent of urine started to spray out of the lycan's dick, splattering against his chest and soiling the cave floor below him. It was erratic, starting and stopping in jets as his cock swung around forcefully.

"Hnn... holding back?" Jase growled, "Why? Just let go. Piss yourself silly, alpha." He pushed himself to his own limits, claws digging into Silver's thigh and shoulder as he rutted into the smaller male. Jase waited, feeling the tightness in his balls growing with every thrust. He was biding his time for that perfect moment, watching Silver's dick for that sign of complete submission. It came just as he knew it would, the lycan letting go, relaxing his muscles and letting the piss get fucked out of him. A guttural moan of pleasure echoed throughout the caverns from the lycan, Silver's eyes rolling back. A thick surge of Jase's cum started flooding Silver's rectum at that same moment, white strings of weretiger seed painting the inside of the lycan's ass white. Much of it oozed out around Jase's girth, squelching and squirting as it made a sticky mess out of the lycan's asscrack. His conquest was made complete, sealed in a delicious torrent that would stain the lycan's fur for weeks.

The would be alpha's tongue lolled out of his mouth, drooling as he was reduced to a sex induced haze. Warmth was flooding his guts, soaking his fur, dripping down his thighs and splattering against his asscheeks. Jase released his leg and the lycan slumped down, falling into the puddle of his own urine and the mix of their cum. The tiger pulled back, sliding his cock slowly out of the lycan's asshole, turned from a nice pink into an almost raw red color. He slowly stroked at his dick, slapping it against the lycan's asscheeks a few times. "Heh, yeah. Just like that."

The fire was starting to dim enough that there was barely much light left in the cavern. Jase used what little illumination there was to sit back on his ass and watch in amusement as Silver laid there, cum oozing down his taint. "Who would've thought the first werewolf I find turned out to be such a masochist?" Jase reached forward and gave Silver a few pats on the ass.

"..Definitely going to need a bath, now."