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Dangers of Camping

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The pair finally settled down for the evening. The campfire was crackling away, the tent was set up, and the sun was just starting to set somewhere behind the trees. Heather and Kyle had been planning this trip for months. Finally getting away from the stresses of school work or jobs or parents. Just a pair of 19 year olds alone in the woods for a few days. Of course, they both had plans other than just enjoying the scenery.

Heather was rummaging around in the cooler they'd brought, while Kyle enjoyed the hyena's shapely ass, seen easily in her denim jeans. She turned back around and had a seat beside her wolf boyfriend, handing him one of the beers she'd fished out of the ice. "Here you go!"

Kyle smiled and took it, flipping the cap off, and holding it out. "To solitude!" Heather nodded and clicked her bottle against his and the two took long gulps of the cool brew. "So do you really think your mom will buy the whole 'school project' excuse you gave for being away?"

Heather ran a hand through her brown hair and shrugged. "Who knows. She'll probably figure out it was a lie at some point. But she keeps yelling at me to act more adult anyway, so she can't complain that I am."

Kyle laughed "She'll find a way, though. Parents do that. I'm sure dad's already flipping his lid. I'll get an earful when we get back."

The pair continued with light conversation, but as the evening shifted to night, they grew silent and just listened to the sounds of nature around them. Small animals scurrying about on their nightly business of surviving, a few insects buzzing from time to time, and night birds singing their soothing songs while out hunting. All punctuated by the crackling of the fire. Heather laid her head against Kyle's shoulder, and the pair just stared up at the clear night sky, both almost mesmerized by how many more stars were visible out here than in the city itself.

This was the scene he came upon. The older coyote stalked these woods for most of his 45 years, hunting small and big game and living the secluded life of a hermit. It suited him. But every so often, he'd stumble upon other people. It was a rare treat. Rarer still was a pair of young'uns like this. Thankfully, he was in his nicer clothes. Slightly torn jeans, a well worn t-shirt and a threadbare jacket over it. At least they were clean. Over his shoulder was a leather satchel he used to carry supplies, and at his waist was a belt, a sharp knife sheathed upon it. He used the knife for skinning or cutting plants he wanted pieces of mostly. A handy tool, but nothing that he'd rely on in a real fight with a wild animal.

He was so used to stalking prey that when he called out to the pair, they jumped at the man suddenly so near. "Hello there!" He spoke in a jovial tone, and smiled at the pair. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Just saw the fire you had going and wanted to make sure something wasn't going wrong out here in the woods."

Heather shifted a little to not be leaning quite so much against her boyfriend and Kyle just chuckled awkwardly. "Oh... yeah, no, I get it. Can't be too careful, I guess."

The older man smiled again, then nodded to a spot opposite the fire. "Mind if I join you for a spell? It's a bit of a trek back to my cabin and I'm not as young as I used to be. Could use a rest."

The two teenagers looked mildly annoyed, but Heather spoke up. "Yeah, sure. That's fine." Kyle looked as if he was going to ask why she said yes, but she just bumped his shoulder with her own.

The man moved over, playing the part of being old, despite that he was still quite fit for his age. He had a seat and got comfortable. "Mighty kind of you."

Heather smiled at him and Kyle resigned that this was the situation for now. "I'm Heather, and this is Kyle."

The man nodded as introductions were made. "You can call me Oscar." He looked at the pair, sizing them up. The girl was quite pretty, but not a typical bombshell. Round hips, a decent set of boobs hidden in her shirt, a cute face, and a little more tone in muscle than your typical girl. The boy was skinny, but not to the point that he seemed a twig. Not athletic, he still had some handsome features to him, the long wolfish snout and short, messy black hair. "So, what brings you two out here? Just trying the camping experience, or seasoned vets?" He already knew the answer. The firepit was poorly assembled, the tent looked like it wouldn't hold up in a moderate breeze, and they had supplies just strewn about instead of centralized. They were amateurs.

Kyle spoke up. "Oh, we're... uh... just kind of enjoying a vacation. Y'know, away from civilization for a bit." He felt awkward talking to this complete stranger, but the man seemed nice enough. At least he didn't seem like some sort of deranged hermit to the young man.

Oscar chuckled. "Oh, I understand that. Just be careful. I went out to the woods to get away and decided not to bother going back." He shifted to lean back a little, his tail even shifting a little side to side. "I like it here. It's peaceful." The pair were quiet again, obviously having no clue what to say in this situation. "I'm sorry about intruding on your vacation. You two seem like a cute couple." He gave a sly smirk to the boy. "I do hope I wasn't interrupting anything..."

Kyle blushed noticeably, at least to Oscar. The boy had been planning on trying to make a move before this guy showed up. Heather also seemed to blush, though she hid it better. Oscar managed to keep himself from laughing. Horny teens never changed.

"Tell you what. Let me make it up to you." He popped open the satchel and started to look for something.

Kyle shook his head. "OH... uh, no, you don't have to do that..."

Oscar scoffed. "No no, I insist. Don't worry. Ah, here they are." He pulled out a small metal tin, the kind that overly strong mints came in, but the logo was long worn off. He popped it open, and held it out to the pair. Inside were a half dozen self-rolled cigarettes. "Here ya go. Don't worry, I grow it myself, it's good stuff."

The pair looked at the offered joints, then each other. Kyle hesitated. "I don't..."

Heather, on the other hand, reached out and grabbed one. "Oh come on, Kyle. Live a little! It's not like your dad's here to yell at you, right?"

Kyle signed. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right." He reached out and took one for himself.

Oscar took one for himself as well, closing the tin and tossing it back into his bag. He grabbed a nearby twig and set the tip alight from the campfire and used that to light the various joints. As expected, the two teens almost immediately started coughing upon their first hit. Was a pretty light hit, too. He chuckled to himself as he took a much deeper drag and held it in. These two really were adorably innocent. He let out a large plume of smoke after a few seconds, his mind getting the wonderfully fuzzy feeling already as the buzz kicked in. "Take your time. The first one's always a bit awkward, but you'll enjoy it after a bit of practice."

Heather just started to giggle at that, leaving both Kyle and Oscar to look at her a moment. Kyle stifled another cough before asking "What?"

Heather cracked a big grin. "First time's awkward? Was he talking about getting high or sex?" She couldn't help but start giggling again. A moment later Kyle started to as well.

Even Oscar chuckled. "Maybe both." Seemed the little extra bit in his joints was working on them already. This was almost too easy. He not only grew his own weed, but he had quite the garden back at his cabin. One of the other sorts of herbs he grew was typically benign, even when smoked or mixed with weed. It wasn't until you introduced alcohol that it would start to do things, enhancing both the high and sedative effects of other substances. And campers ALWAYS had alcohol. It was the perfect trap for young idiots like this.

Oscar leaned back a little once more. Once the teens managed to take a second hit, emulating how he'd held it, they really felt the effects, getting more relaxed already. "So, tell me about yourselves. I'm assuming you're in college? What kinda thing you aiming for?" He didn't really care, but it would pass the time until everything started working.

Kyle finally started to open up, now that he was feeling his buzz. "Oh, uh. Well, I'm going for a journalism degree. I haven't gotten the chance to do the intern thing at any local news crews yet, but I only just started. Most of 'em say you gotta wait until you're second year for that anyway. So kind of just floating until then."

Heather nudged her boyfriend with her shoulder again and teased. "Until then, he's working at coffee shops. Makes a mean latte!"

Kyle tried to frown at her, but couldn't stop himself from laughing a little. "Yeah... I mean, it's not a bad job, just kind of... I dunno, normal." Oscar nodded, and couldn't help but grin as he saw the boy reaching back to pull his cooler closer. He pulled another pair of beers out of it, handing one to Heather. The wolf seemed to suddenly remember there was a third person. "Oh... do you want a beer? We brought, like, a dozen with us."

Oscar shook his head. "Nah. I wouldn't want to spoil the fun of your vacation taking your supplies. But thank you." He also didn't want to knock himself out, but he didn't add that part. He looked to the hyena next. "What about you?"

Heather popped the top of her beer and had a long swig before answering. "Me? Oh... well, I'm not really sure what I wanna do. I'm kinda just taking classes until I figure it out. Going for an English degree so I got something, y'know?"

Kyle was the one to give her a nudge this time. "I keep telling you you should sell your art. You're really good!"

Heather shook her head, giving him a gentle shove. "No, I'm not!" The pair laughed again. Oscar just watched and smiled and waited.

The banter continued for around half an hour, but soon it was becoming obvious that the stuff was taking full effect. The pair of teens had gone from giggly and flirting to very tired very quickly. Heather laid her head against Kyle's shoulder and drifted off to sleep. Kyle managed to stay conscious slightly longer, but soon he, too, couldn't keep his eyes open. The wolf slumped over and was out. Both teens slide to the ground with a light thud. That was Oscar's cue.

The older man stood up and stretched. "Ah, idiot teenagers. Never change." He moved over to the pair, nudging both with a foot, verifying they were out cold. They'd be out for hours. "Now it's time for some fun." He reached down and grabbed the wolf under his shoulders, dragging him towards the tent and dumping him there for later. For now, he needed the boy out of the way. The hyena was what he wanted first.

Oscar dragged the girl closer to the fire, to an open spot on the ground and just stared down at her. "Pretty little thing, ain'tcha? Now, let's get these off of you." Kneeling down, he pulled his knife free and expertly slid it up her shirt, cutting the fabric cleanly. Naturally, she had no bra under there. "Heh. Little slut." He put the knife away and reached out to rest his hands on her exposed breasts. Each were soft, warm, and a decent handful. He wasn't the best judge of sizes, but c-cup seemed about right as a guess. She didn't stir as he ran his rough hands along her tan-furred belly. He ran his touch down to the waist of her jeans, deft fingers quickly opening the belt and fastenings. She wasn't wearing panties either, by the look.

He gripped the pants and started to pull them down, and was greeted with an unexpected surprise. "Oh, well. What do we have here." As the jeans slid down, they exposed a cock, semi-hard already. It wasn't anything he'd consider huge, maybe four inches. He chuckled as he continued to undress her. With the pants off, he spread her slender legs and found she had a pussy as well. "Aren't you just full of surprises." His own cock was growing uncomfortably hard in his pants. The older coyote swiftly removed his clothing, setting his satchel and belt on top of the pile. He was definitely more hung, sporting eight inches of his own. He was already fully hard, excited to finally get to play with this rare treat.

He positioned himself between her legs, teasing his tip against her slit before pushing in. She was tight around him, and warm. He moaned as he slid inch after inch into that tight tunnel. She made some noise as well, but he ignored her. He was more interested in how that little cock of hers grew harder, pointing up and throbbing. "Oh, you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He chuckled. He grabbed her by her legs and dragged her closer, shoving his length fully into her with a groan. He kept his grip like this, with her hips up and off the ground, and started to thrust his hips. "It's been a long time since I've had a treat."

With the position he had the hyena in, her little cock was pointed straight out, almost back at her face. He thought to maybe play with it, but he wanted to enjoy this first go around the normal way. "Don't worry, little dear. I've got a lot to give." He teased between grunts. Her inner walls seemed to squeeze around him from time to time, and every time he thrust into her, her cock bounced. He reached one hand down gripping onto her left tit and squeezing it hard. "Such a good little slut." He was already starting to feel himself get close. It had been a long time.

Oscar didn't bother holding himself back, just gripping her soft thighs and pounding into her. The sounds of his cock slapping into her wet pussy echoed around them. "Yeah, here you go. Enjoy your first load." He grunted down at her, his cock throbbing and pulsing within. His balls tightened and he let out a loud groan, thrusting deep into her cunt and blasting her full of his seed. Jet after jet of his thick cum splashed deep into her, coating her cervix and inner walls with his essence. For all he knew, this might knock the girl up. If she could be, he wasn't sure about how it worked for chicks with dicks. Didn't care, either. He just pumped into her a few more times, emptying his balls for the moment.

For her part, Heather just made a kind of moan, but laid their placidly otherwise. He preferred them this way. He held himself deep inside of her for another minute or two, enjoying the feeling of her messy cunt around his still throbbing cock. Eventually, though, he pulled free, his seed slowly leaking out of her hole a moment after and running down to her asshole. It was an adorable sight. "Oh, I bet that's nice and tight, too, isn't it?" He was already ready to go again, but he planned to take a little more time for this.

He pulled her hips up a little more, so her ass was positioned against his cock tip. His cock was still coated in her juices and his slimy cum, so it would make entry a little easier for him. Her cock was now bouncing above her belly in this position. It would probably be pretty hard on her spine to be in this position, were she conscious enough to complain about it. He reached around and grabbed hold of her little dick, feeling just how hard she was, and throbbing in his grip. "Such a cute little thing." He started to stroke her shaft while positioning himself at her anus. His tip prodded at the tight hole, slowly spreading it as he pushed in. It was so incredibly tight, he could tell she had never taken a cock her before.

Slowly, almost achingly so, he spread her ass as he pushed in, enjoying the feeling of being the first man to claim this hole. Finally, her anal ring gave way for him, letting him sick an inch into her. He let out a loud moan. Her cock jerked in his hand as his own popped into her for the first time. "Mmmmph, slut likes this, don't you? Yeah, you want me to just pound into your tight little asshole."

"...nngg... Kyle... n-not... there..." He froze as she spoke. She wasn't supposed to be conscious for hours. In a panic, he looked back at the wolf, but he was still out, not moving save the light rise and fall of his chest in slumber. Maybe he didn't put enough of the sedative in the joint she got is all. He looked back at the hyena, who was definitely starting to rouse now. "Kyle...?" She groggily opened her eyes as she turned to look up at the man above her. Her gaze took time to focus. He looked different. Brown fur instead of grey, and his hair was long and scraggly... and he looked old, like that guy from-

Her eyes snapped open as her brain finally clicked all the pieces together. She stared up at Oscar, blue eyes wide with shock and fear and other emotions she couldn't name. She was naked, her ass in the air, cock presented, pussy leaking something, and his shaft in her ass. "What the fu-"

Oscar quickly shot his hand out and clamped it on her muzzle. "Shhhh. Don't go screaming now. Wouldn't want to wake your boyfriend." He grinned down at her, and unlike his earlier smiles, this one was anything but friendly. "Now, you're supposed to be asleep, little slut." She started to squirm now, which only served to have his cock slide further into her tight hole. He moaned down at her. "Mmm, oh, you like it, don't you? You want this!"

She tried to shake him off, to swing her hips to the side, but couldn't get him to let go of her. He seemed like an old hermit with creaky bones before. How was he this strong? She reached up to grab his arm and try pulling his hand away from her mouth. If she could pull it just far enough, she could try and bite him.

Oscar growled down at her as he shifted his weight to press on the hand holding her jaw. "Stop struggling, bitch! This is why I prefer it when you're still!" She was managing to pull his hand away a little, and his hunter's instincts told him to pull away the instant it happened. A good thing as her jaws snapped where his hand had been moments earlier. "Bitch!" He swung his fist down and smacked her face hard. It stunned her for a moment. Long enough for him to fully pry his wrist from her grip. He shoved his cock deeper into her ass, not bothering being gentle anymore. She opened her mouth to start letting out a scream, only to again be cut off as both hands grabbed her by the throat. He bent her double as he leaned over her, pinning her like this and pressing his full weight against his hands. "Now be still again!"

Her mouth opened wide as she tried to scream, or make any sound. All she managed was a weak, choked cry that even she could barely hear. Already she felt her head throbbing from the lack of air, and his cock spreading her ass ached something fierce. She grabbed his wrists again, trying once more to pull his grip away, but he wouldn't budge this time. She knew she should have taken those self-defense courses she saw. She tried to shift her weight, to squirm out form under him, to throw him off in some way, but he just kept baring down on her. To her shame, she felt her own cock throbbing, the little canine knot swelling from this exertion and raised blood pressure. She'd make him pay for that if she got out of this.

He was getting very annoyed with her constant resistance. "Stop. Just stop! You were supposed to stay still! Stop moving!" She didn't listen to him, only struggling that much harder. He was having a hard time keeping her pinned like this with all of her thrashing. Of course, he didn't complain that it did made her shift against his cock, that felt nice, sure, but the rest was too much trouble. She was a panicked animal, and he was the predator exerting too much effort to keep her still. He shouted down at her, fed up with her efforts. "I!" He shifted one hand away from her neck and again gripped her muzzle hard. "Said!" He turned her head to one side, pinning her cheek against the ground. "STOP!" He quickly wrenched her head the other way, twisting it hard and at an angle. There was a loud CRACK from her neck, and he felt the bones of her spine shatter.

Her eyes went wide again, body tensing up in an instant. Her ass clenched around his cock hard, almost painfully so. Her legs twitched and quivered, but finally dropped limp. Her arms fell to the side, and her gaze went glassy and distant. Her cock twitched and throbbed, and suddenly started to spurt, cumming the instant she died. He blinked at this, then laughed. He took the hand from her muzzle and brought it up to stroke her cock, forcing it to spurt her jizz all over her own dead face. "Little slut enjoyed being killed, did you?" He laughed again and pushed himself up a little more, still stroking the little shaft in his hands.

He gripped her limp leg with her other hand and started to thrust into her ass again. Her body started to relax under him, and the excessively tight tunnel was finally loose enough for him to start thrusting. He closed his eyes, moaning as he pumped into her dead ass. "Much better." He tended to prefer his holes arm, but there was a certain appeal to this, too. After her cock stopped spurting, he brought his hand up to his face, licking her cum off of it. "You taste wonderful, dear." He laughed again and grabbed her other leg, using both as leverage to start pounding into her with ferver.

Her head lay at the slightly awkward angle, her mouth open in a silent scream of pain and horror. Her tits jiggled about every time he hilted himself into her ass. Her tail swung limp under her, brushing his legs every so often. His own tail wagged happily as he pounded into her cooling corpse. He didn't bother being gentle with his anymore, either. It's not like there was any risk of her waking up anymore. The sounds of him fucking her again echoed around them, but now the area was also filling with the scent of the previous endeavors. Mixing in the air was the distinct scent of both his cum, still leaking out of her cunt, and hers, soaking into the fur on her slack-jawed face.

He felt his balls tightening again as he drew closer, gritting his teeth to try and resist it this time. Holding her by the thighs, he pulled her higher up, lifting her almost entirely off of the ground now so only her shoulders were resting on the dirt. Her limp legs bounced against him, her tits jiggling constantly. Her cock had started to soften, but still drooled her cum onto her belly. He grunted again and again, panting heavily every time his hips slapped against her buttcheeks. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her now cool ass, until he let out a loud growl and stuffed himself as deep as he could into her. His shaft jerked and twitched as he blasted her insides with his cum, pouring seed into her bowels. He thrust a few times more with every few spurts, squeezing more out of himself. This second load was bigger than his first, and he found he'd dug his toes into the dirt with how hard he came this time.

He panted as he started to calm, his grip loosening on her thighs. He'd also dug his claws into her flesh a little, not enough to draw blood but there would be marks. He took several deep breaths, letting his balls finish emptying themselves. His arms were starting to grow tired though, and he finally let her go. She slipped off of his shaft and thudded to the ground in a heap, cum oozing from her ass onto the soil. "Oh fuck. I needed that, baby. You were great once you stopped struggling so much." He took a few steps back and leaned against a nearby tree to catch his breath.

He shifted his view to the wolf, still out cold by the looks of it. "Ah... I'll have to deal with you next." He took a deep breath and held it for a second to steady his breathing again. "But first." He pushed off from the tree and reached down to grab the ankle of the dead hyena. He dragged her away from the campsite, towards the stream flowing nearby. "Need to get this bitch cleaned up." He wasn't concerned with any wild animals showing up at the camp. The scents left from his fucking would keep most larger predators away. He dragged her body for about five minutes, and finally came to the shallow running water. It was barely a foot deep and flowed slowly with clear, cold water. He dragged the body into the water and just dumped it there for now.

He used his hands to clean her off, mostly just wanting to wash off the semen before it fully dried into her pelt. He also took the time to feel up her now cool body. She had some muscle tone, but was mostly soft to his touch. His hands ran along her thigh, fingers again brushing against her now limp dick to wash it. He took great care washing her face off, running fingers through her hair to straighten the mess it had become, pulling twigs and leaves out of it form the drag here. He flipped her over to lay face down in the water and worked on her ass, pouring some of the water into it to wash out his seed. He did the same with her cunt. It was a slap dash cleaning job, but good enough until he could do a proper job of it later. All in all, he spent almost twenty minutes just washing her and running hands over her body.

Once done, he stood up once more, though instead of dragging her back to the camp, he moved a few feet downstream. He leaned one hand against a tree and started to relieve himself, letting out a contented sigh as he did so. He was just finishing up when his predator instincts told him to move again. He ducked to the side just in time to miss having something strike into his neck. When he turned to look, he saw Kyle, brandishing the knife he'd left behind. The wolf was just pulling the blade out of the tree from the missed swing. "Oh great, you're awake, too." What the fuck was with these kids? He must have had a bad batch of his sedative.

Kyle glared at the coyote, holding the knife in front of him. "You killed her!"

Oscar shrugged. "Yup. I did. She wouldn't stop moving. So I made her stop. What are you going to do about it?"

Kyle grit his teeth and growled at the older man. "I'm going to fucking kill you, that's what!" The wolf lunged at Oscar, but he was a rank amateur, and blinded by his rage. Oscar shifted to the side to avoid the wide swing at him. He shifted again to avoid the follow up. He knew he could probably keep doing this until the boy tired himself out, but that might be a while, and he was still a little worn himself. The wolf had youth on his side here. When Oscar had to duck under one swing and felt his legs complain, he knew he had to end this quickly. From the crouched position, he tackled forward, slamming his shoulder into the wolf and knocking him back several feet. The sudden blow had the benefit of also making him drop the knife, the blade clanking against the rocks beside the stream.

Kyle was determined, though, Oscar had to give him that. The wolf swung his arm around to bash Oscar across the face and get him to move away. Oscar stumbled a step but righted himself. "You know, if you kids had just stayed asleep, you'd be waking up in a few hours unharmed. Sore and a little messy, sure, but unharmed. Now, we gotta do this."

Kyle growled at him again, sounding almost feral. "Shut up, you sick bastard!" The wolf lunged forward, baring fangs at the older coyote. Oscar barely avoided the bite by dropping his shoulder down. His arm, instead of ending up in the wolf's jaws, hit his throat in an clothesline. Oscar pushed forward, using momentum to drag the wolf back to the tree and slam him against it hard. Kyle head impacted the trunk with an audible thunk.

Oscar grabbed the boy's head and slammed him against the tree again. "You idiot kids." He slammed it again. "You should have just stayed asleep!" Again he slammed the boy's skull against the unyielding surface of the tree. Oscar growled and howled as he repeatedly bashed the young man's head. And again. And again. The older man was so pissed off at these kids for making him have to work for this. If only they'd just behaved. At some point, he realized the wolf in his grip wasn't moving anymore. He let the head go, and Kyle fell unceremoniously to the ground. There was a dented part of the tree covered in blood, and when Oscar looked down, he saw that the boy's skull had been caved in in the back, blood seeping out and soaking into the ground. "Fucking idiot."

Oscar bent over and put two fingers to the boy's throat. No pulse. Well, he figured he'd have to kill the boy after what he did to the girl, but he'd wanted to do it painlessly while he was still asleep. Quick and quiet, not this noisy affair. Oscar found himself panting again from the fight, and his jaw hurt from where Kyle had landed a solid blow on him. He was also standing very erect once more. Fighting for your life had a way of turning a hunter on. He looked around for a moment and found the dropped knife. After picking it up, he dragged the wolf's body over to a clearing, just beside where he'd left Heather's corpse in the water. She could stay there for now.

He used the knife to cut away Kyle's clothing, not bothering with being gentle about disrobing the man. Oscar was a little disappointed to find that, unlike his girlfriend, the wolf hadn't gotten hard or orgasmed from dying. Still, the boy had quite the package on him, bigger even than Oscar if he was being honest. No wonder the slut was so turned on from before if she expected to get that stuffed into her tonight. The wolf wasn't particularly muscular, but his grey fur looked quite striking. Unlike Oscar or Heather, who had splotches of darker fur, Kyle's was a uniform grey all around. "A very pretty pelt you've got, boy. I'll look good as a new coat." His old fur coat had gotten worn, and he had needed a new one before the colder weather came.

But he still had his arousal to deal with first. He ran his hands along Kyle's belly, down to the limp cock. He toyed with the idea of fucking Kyle's ass like he had Heather's. Then he got another idea. "Y'know, I snapped your slut girlfriend's neck. Means fucking her throat will be really hard. Yours will have to do instead." He kept Kyle laying on his back and dragged him closer, forcing his jaws open. Sharp teeth, but that only made this more exciting. He slid his cock into the dead boy's mouth, moaning as he slid against that limp, flat canine tongue. He just teased himself against that muscle for a time. He eventually pushed further in, his cock head pushing down Kyle's throat. He started to fuck the boy's face, using his ears to pull him back. The boy's throat bulged visibly as his cock slipped into it. It would have choked the wolf if he wasn't already a cooling corpse.

Oscar didn't bother holding back this time, knowing he wouldn't be able to last nearly as long for his third go of the evening. He just started pumping his hips, stuffing his cock down the wolf's throat repeatedly. He leaned over to start playing with the boy's limp cock. It would have been better if it was hard, but with no heartbeat that was now impossible. So he just enjoyed running the still impressive shaft through his fingers, toying with his balls, giving a squeeze to them as if he could milk them of their contents. It didn't take long for him to get close this time, and he reached down to grab the boy's head and just start fucking it with abandon. The grey furred neck bulged again and again every time he stuffed into the tight throat.

He did try to hold back, but failed utterly as he let out a howl of pleasure, his balls emptying themselves for the third time. He blasted the boy's throat with his seed, sending it pouring down to his stomach. It wasn't as impressive as his last two loads, of course. He dropped the boy's head, the thing landing with a wet splat against the rocks. He sat back in the water, panting. His spent cock twitched a little as it drooled what was left of his seed. He was actually a little sore from cumming so much, but it was a pleasant ache. One he hadn't felt in years.

Eventually, he'd clean up Kyle's body as well, much like he had Heather's. He spent just as much time running hands along the boy's form, feeling muscles and flesh under the soft fur. "I'm going to be eating well for the next few weeks from you two." Once he'd finished cleaning the pair, and idly playing with both teens' limp cocks while he recovered his stamina, he stood up. He'd have to cart the bodies back to his cabin. He had a wheeled sled hidden nearby the camp, one he used to take deer he hunted back most of the time, but it worked well for carting bodies, too. He'd also be sure to clean up the campsite at some point in the next day.

Most of the stuff like clothing or the tent would have to be burned, but he planned on keeping the cooler and the beer. He had a collection of these coolers at this point. He collected them every time he found stupid teenagers camping in his woods like this.

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