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Damon hefted his long-handle axe over his right shoulder and collected the cloth bound bundle of logs with his free paw. Neither were heavy enough to give the red timber wolf much grief normally, but the combination of both with the added exhaustion of collecting the wood gave him reason to pause and situate the weight more evenly in his grasp. With his burdens set, he set off in the direction of his village.

The forest around him rustled against a gentle breeze. The slight chill of the coming evening made him blink against the sudden dryness in his eyes, but otherwise didn't faze him through his thick fur. In a few weeks he would need to attend to his winter clothing; there were repairs and new pieces to be made from furs that had been recently cured. For now, his hide loincloth was enough to keep him modest without overheating him during the day.

The daylight would be fading soon. Already some of the shaded spots under thicker canopies were shrouded darker than when he'd passed through earlier. He need not worry about the time for now though; he knew the land well and could traverse the tribe's territory easily. Which also meant he could stretch out his moment of solitude before returning to camp without getting lost.

Damon sighed. His mother was getting increasingly persistent lately about all matters of his life; public and personal alike. He could hear her accusatory comments already, about how his older brothers had found a mate. About how they were working on having cubs. About their status in the tribe at Damon's age. Then the conversation always shifted to Shara and when Damon would court her.

The timber wolf dropped the pile of logs, hefted the axe behind his back, and swung it hard over his shoulder. He let go and loosed the weight with a vicious snarl. Why did he have to find a mate now? Why did it matter what his brothers had accomplished by his age? Why did his mother have to be so demanding and controlling of his life?

He watched the axe flip head over handle, almost in slow motion as the heavy tool struck the tree he'd been aiming at, blade first, and dug deep past the thick bark and into the inner, softer wood.

The shadowed section next to the tree rustled and made Damon perk his ears. His eyes focused on the spot, but his pupils weren't used to the darkness. A twig snapped, leaves crunched, and then a slim, male deer stumbled into the light, eyes wide with fright, and looking at the wolf with horror.

"... oh fuck," Damon said quietly to himself. He took a step towards the deer, but halted when the trembling male squeaked and cowered in on himself. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were-."

The rest of his attempted apology was cut off with a rush of shrill, desperate words from the deer. "Please don't kill me!" the deer whimpered out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trespass in your territory! I-I was lost and didn't know how to get back to my tribe, I didn't mean anything! I'm sorry, please... please don't kill me!"

Damon held up his paws to try calm the deer down. "No, no! You don't need to be sorry; it was an accident. I didn't know you were there, otherwise I wouldn't have thrown the axe. I was just... frustrated." He felt like an absolute fool. Their relationship with the neighbouring deer tribe was already strained due to past conflicts, it would be disastrous if this deer ran back and told his elders a wolf had tried to kill him.

Only, it didn't seem like the deer was listening to him. The smaller male was far less defined in stature than Damon, and probably a year or so younger. He had no weapons, no defence apart from his stubby antlers, and an even more thin and revealing loincloth that the wolf's. Facing off against a fierce, cruel wolf - he'd heard the stories the deer told about the wolves - the poor thing must have been scared out of his wits.

His parents would fall in a rage if this news got back to them... when it gets back to them. Damon would never hear the end of it if his stupid mistake was the cause that led towards a breakdown in the reed-thin relationship between their tribes. The guilt was already beginning to pile on. The only way to stop this was by calming the deer down.

"Hey, look at me. I'm not trying to hurt you, I promise," Damon said in a calm, quiet voice. It didn't seem the other male was in the right state of mind to listen to him.

"I-I don't want to die! Please, don't kill me! Don't.... don't eat me," he trailed off sniffling and shuddering quietly.

Damon blinked and flattened his ears. He didn't know what to do to calm the deer down. His only saving grace was that the deer hadn't tried to flee yet. If he did that, Damon had no idea what he would do in response. Chase the deer down and potentially make it all worse? Let him go and hope the deer would come to his senses?

The deer moved suddenly, and Damon tensed in reaction... but the smaller male didn't run from him, instead he ran at him. The wolf clenched his fist and bared his fangs, preparing to fight the smaller male if need be.

When the other male got within lunging distance, instead of attacking as the wolf expected, he slowed and dropped to his knees in front of the wolf. One of the smaller male's paws clasped onto the wolf's thigh, while the other caught under the waistband of his loincloth and tugged.

Damon yelped and back peddled. His loincloth caught on the deer's paw and ripped loose, leaving him naked and exposed as he stumbled the rest of the way into a tree behind him. The deer shuffled after him, and soon Damon was staring wide eyed at the deer he'd accidentally tried to kill who now had both paws on his thighs, and his nose against his sheath.

"Please. Don't kill me, I'll do anything for you." The deer's voice was less panicked now, calm almost. Even... lustful.

Damon pushed lightly on the deer's forehead to get his cold nose away from his sensitive parts. "Uhh, look, this isn't necessary. Like, at all. I'm not going to kill you; I'm not even going to touch you!" He looked at the contradictory paw pushing against the deer and pulled it away as if he'd burned himself, then gasped when the deer's nose returned right back against his sheath.

"I'll do... anything you want me to," the deer said and licked slowly along the length of his sheath.

Damon bit his lip and shuddered. His dormant length twitched and started to thicken. He rested a paw on the deer's antler and half-heartedly attempted to push him away, but the male resisted easily and continued licking and kissing his sheath.

"S-seriously, this isn't necessary! I'm... n-not going to hurt you," Damon struggled to say. His body was reacting strongly to the deer's attention, and his tapered pink tip was soon peeking from his furry holster.

The door shook his head. "I've heard stories of the wolf tribe; stories of how you enjoy hunting and mating with our males." He peered over his shoulder at the axe embedded in the tree.

"N-no, it's not like that!" Damon shuddered.

"This tells a different story," The deer pulled back and eyed Damon's hardening excitement. "You want me to suck your cock, is that it? You're going to make me wrap my lips around your dirty flesh and make me pleasure you for my freedom? Fine, I'll do it," the deer said while he stared up at the wolf defiantly before diving onto the exposed part of Damon's wolfhood and taking it into his warm muzzle.

"Oh, f-fuck!" Damon grunted out. His hips instinctually humped against the warm muzzle, and the paw around the deer's antlers did little more than hold the male on his cock. He quickly slipped the rest of the way from his sheath and grew inside the deer's suckling warmth.

Damon stared down in a daze as the deer worked his cock. He'd never felt this pleasure before - this single-minded focus on sating his needs, and the deer was doing so with a surprising amount of eagerness. Damon's nose was full of the scent of his musk, his arousal seeping from him. The deer must be smelling nothing but his need.

The tree bark behind Damon cracked where his other paw had latched on and tensed. His claws sunk in deep into the tree's core and tore chunks of soft wood like it was wet clay. He let his head fall back and bang against the trunk as he moaned loudly at the forest canopy.

The deer took his cock and his insistent, uncontrollable humping with nothing more than a gulp around his thickness, and a tongue against his leaking slit. One of the deer's paws eased between his thighs and palmed his swollen sack, tugging and caressing gently in a way that had Damon whimpering.

It was only when the wolf felt the building pleasure and the pressure that came with it, that he barely regained enough composure to yank the deer away from his crotch. He stared down at the other male, his paw around the deer's antler tilting his head at an angle to the side and away from him. Damon tried to ignore his twitching cock only a paw-length away from the deer's tantalising muzzle, and the dirty look the other male was giving him.

"Seriously! I don't want to hurt you, okay? Just-" the rest of his speech was cut off.

"Is my muzzle not good enough for you? Is it not enough to let you fill my belly with your cum and my paint my tongue with your taste?" The deer yanked his head away from Damon and slipped his antler from the wolf's clutches.

The deer stood and glared at Damon for a moment, and just when the wolf was about to try clarify again, he turned around. "You want my tail, is that it? You want to take me like a female?" He backed up until his tear drop tail-base rested above Damon's throbbing cock.

Damon, still trapped against the tree, tried to push the deer away. "No, no! Gods, you don't need to do this!"

But the deer listened as much as he had since the beginning and shoved back hard. Half the wolf's thick shaft split the deer open and wedged roughly in his tight tailhole. Damon barked in surprised which degraded into a long, low moan, while the deer bleated and panted hard.

"Is... is this what you wanted? To shove your d-dirty wolf cock inside a male deer?" The deer's speech was halting and strained, but it didn't stop the male from forcing himself backwards until his hips bounced off Damon's inflated knot. "You're... so deep inside me, wolf. I can barely take you, but I'm sure you don't care. I'm just a... toy to you."

Damon couldn't bring himself to speak. His gaze was entrapped on the image of his cock spreading the deer's ring wide and slipping further and deeper inside his rippling, welcoming warmth. He rested a paw on the deer's hip, his other still stuck tensed into the tree.

The deer moved forward until half Damon's length had pulled free, and then rammed his hips back into the wolf's lap. Both males groaned and panted as the deer repeated his actions again and again, building a smooth pace of fucking himself back onto the length of wolfhood. Each movement became easier the looser and slicker the deer's passage became, until he was rocking back hard and fast.

The deer tilted his head to the side and stared back at the wolf, mouth parted and panting. "A-are you going to... bite me now too? You wolves love b-biting so much... I-I bet you're eying... my neck and licking your lips."

Damon blinked, his tongue hanging out and eyes half lidded. He stared at the offered, exposed neck and did indeed feel himself salivate. He leaned forward slowly, and latched on lightly around the deer's scruff. Immediately, the deer cried out and yanked the wolf's head harder against his neck.

"I-I can only beg you n-not to bite too deep, wolf," the deer said, only the pressure of his paw was forcing Damon's jaws harder into his own flesh. Damon felt his sharp fangs digging in, to the precipice of piercing, but could control himself not to draw blood. His hot breath rushed from between his jaws and matted the deer's fur, and soon his drool had soaked the other male's fur flat.

Just when Damon thought he couldn't take anymore, the deer stopped with their hips pressed almost flush. He could feel his sensitive knot pressing hopefully against the deer's entrance, begging to punch through the tight flesh and lock them together, and it seemed the deer understood that completely.

"Is this still not enough, wolf? Even though there's no way your fat knot can fit inside me, you still want to force it in?" The deer was almost growling now, but it sounded delicate coming from the lithe male.

Damon whimpered, his mouth occupied with the deer's scruff. His whimper turned into a grunt when the deer shoved himself back hard, pressing Damon back harder into the tree. The wolf's eyes snapped open as he felt the start of his knot begin to spread the tight tailhole apart. The deer whined and bleated as each extra little width of wolf knot spread him wider than he'd ever felt before.

It was slow, intense work for the deer to coerce his body into accepting Damon's knot, but as soon as the halfway point passed, the rest slipped in and locked the two together. Damon squeezed his eyes shut and howled into the deer's neck, the sound deafened and dulled. He could taste a few drops of blood on his tongue, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of the deer's depths squeezing and hugging his sensitive knot.

Damon's hips twitched on instinct even as his balls pulled up and pumped the first thick, hot burst of wolf cum into the deer's core. Shot after shot flooded the tight tunnel with his pent-up load, his body revelling in finally being allowed to breed another male. Damon panted and shivered as he emptied himself, lost in the blissful feeling of his orgasm.

"A-are you satisfied, wolf?" the deer panted out, the tired, pleasured drawl in his voice noticeable. Only after Damon's senses began to return did his nose pick up the scent of deer rut, and see the long lines of white splattered across the ground in front of them, a final drip of spent seed dangling from the tip of the deer's erect cock.

Damon opened his muzzle and released the deer's neck, feeling a few of his longer fangs pull as they tugged free from the other male's flesh. A drop of blood welled from one of the puncture marks, and made Damon's ears droop and heart sink with guilt. He lapped carefully at the little wound, keeping in clean until the bleeding stopped.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bite you or hurt you," Damon said apologetically. The deer rested heavily back against him, stuck fast by his knot.

"If that's the only pain you inflict upon me, then I'll count myself lucky." The deer relaxed noticeably, and Damon soon followed as he guided the two of them to the ground. With the deer sitting in his lap, all he could do is pant softly into the back of the male's neck and bask in the feeling of tying someone.

The two sat in silence as the day began to fade around them. The shadows of the trees lengthened, and the wind chill increased significantly to the point where Damon felt the deer shiver. He wrapped his arms around the male and hugged him close to keep him warm.

His mind was in a war with itself - one part dull and sluggish in afterglow and the other racing with what just happened and how suddenly it all came about. Should he apologise again? Or try clarify that the deer was never in any danger? Somehow, he didn't feel it would come across as intended with the deer locked to him.

"I'm Damon," the wolf finally said.

The deer was silent for a moment. "Meyr," he said eventually. "Well, Damon, I think you've finally finished breeding me."

Damon blushed and nodded silently. The deer wriggled in his lap and crawled forward on his knees, tugging the wolf's deflated knot from his ass. Damon stared at the stretched tailhole in front of him, and the trickle of his seed spilling down Meyr's thighs and dripping from the male's balls.

Meyr stood and stretched, collecting his loincloth to rewrap around himself. When he was presentable, he turned back to the wolf and stared unblinking down at him. The sudden shift from what the wolf now realised was a docile, submissive act to the confident, smirking male standing before him was enough to give him whiplash.

"That was fun, let's do it again sometime." Meyr grinned and began walking away, swishing his hips side to side and keeping his tail raised so Damon could see the dark stain of wolf cum soaking the deer's cloth.

"Wh-what," Damon mumbled.

Meyr snickered and turned just before he entered the shadows. "My younger brother likes to play in your territory too, I'll be sure to let him know what to do if he comes across one of you wolves." And with that he was gone, leaving behind an exhausted, confused wolf that smelled of sex and deer rut.

With night swiftly approaching, Damon was left alone to gather his things and lever the offending axe from the tree. He made himself presentable and headed out of the clearing, taking one last look at the tree with deep gouges ripped down one side. He lowered his ears at the wetness he still felt around his sheath, and the smell of male deer buried deep in his fur.

There was no way his mother would let this go.