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Wolf Hunt

The moon was hanging big in the evening sky, still pale and ghostly, as the sun had not yet fully set, but already holding the promise of a bright full moon night. The sparse clouds drifting over the endless soft blue expanse barely cast a shadow on the twilit forest. It was a night were farmers out here on the edge of civilization would make sure to keep their flocks in the stables and their daughters (and sons, if they had any sense at all) in the safety of the house, at the warm flicker of the fireplace…

Certainly not a night for a boy who barely had reached the age of manhood to be wandering around in the forest. And yet, here Thomas was, a basket in one hand, his eyes beneath the unkempt black mop of hair darting from the mossy ground to the stumps of trees, thickly overgrown with bright yellow fungi, every now and then coming to a halt on a promising looking mushroom, a clump of glossy berries or some other useful plant. And whenever he bent down to pick some herb or mushroom or a few nuts, the tunic he had already well outgrown slipped to reveal a stretch of lightly tanned, hairless skin, with just a slight sheen of sweat gleaming in the twilight. All while his equally way too tight britches strained tight, showing the curves of a quite nicely shaped ass…

Sensible parents would warn their son, now he was an adult, about the display he was making of himself. Or maybe make sure their boy would not be wearing something that would guarantee that sooner or later, someone would drag the lad off somewhere and put an end to any remains boyish innocence.

Well, Thomas, alas, had no decent, concerned parents to look after him and make sure that their son was not out on a full moon night, unwittingly showing off his young body to what lurked in the dark woods…

The shadows were shifting. Was it just the weak breeze failing to bring much needed cool air to the summer heat of the forest? Or was it the first harbinger of the creatures of the night circling in on the careless human already overstaying his curfew?

Thomas shivered slightly, his movements betraying apprehension as he quickly let is gaze wander to the big opening in the still relatively sparse canopy of the trees. Just beyond the nearby hills lay the road that would take him back to the village…

Part of him felt the nervous tension, the animal desire to dart away, run to safety…

Part of him dreaded the thought that it was maybe already too late for that…

And part of him felt a strange, elated feeling of tension and, something…

There was a scent on the air. Carried on the soft breeze.

And, though unbeknownst to the human boy, there were already bright, yellow eyes, staring at him from the cover of darkness. The hunt had begun. The prey just did not know quite yet…

White fur brushed soundlessly against the undergrowth. Thick, powerful hands pressing calloused pads against the dry earth. He had watched the boy bend over, felt the stirring in his loins as the firm ass showed up like an open invitation through the tight fabric. The black nose twitched as it inhaled the aroma of young man. The scent of sweat, unwashed skin, soft, earthy and salty, with the ever present aroma of arousal just simmering under the surface, ready to boil over. Males at that age, when the body went into full force to turn innocence to lust and produce an endless supply of fresh, warm seed, were so tasty…

The werewolf let his tongue loll out, feeling his own cock throb, hanging turgid between his legs, with a sheen of precum starting to build at the tip…

The white-furred, muscular beast might be up in his own years, a seasoned hunter and warrior of many a harsh winter out here in the wilds, but a steady diet of horny young bucks (of various species) kept him vigorous and made sure his cock would stir just as readily. He licked his lips, staying low, close to the ground, crouching as he circled in on the foolish human boy who had decided to go foraging in the nightly woods, just when the moon was full and the man-wolves came out to hunt…

Thomas felt his body stiffening. Knew something was up, as he threw a quick, nervous glance to the hills. Felt his breath going quicker, heart beating fast. Part of him wanted to bolt. Run, now!

Part of him was frozen in panic, glued to the spot.

Part of him…

It was futile musing though. The boy never had a chance. All he could do was let out a cry, quickly stifled, as the massive wolf slammed into him, pinning him to the ground, quick, panting breaths matching the boy's own as the muscular body pressed against him, firm, hot and reeking of a powerful mixture of sweat and musk…

Feral amber eyes were staring down on him, thick muscles twitching, clearly outlined under the white fur. Something hard, slimy and drooling was pressing against his belly, where the brief, pointless struggle had made his tunic slip. He did not have to look to know what it was. The werewolf's thick, throbbing dick was rubbing against his quivering abdomen, marking him with a slippery trail of strong smelling precum.

They both just stayed like this for a moment, both panting, flushed with heat, sweat and…

The heavy silence was finally broken when the boy let out a squeaky sound. The werewolf's cock had been leaking so much his navel was overflowing with the viscous male juice. And the wolf's ever so slight movements made firm muscles under the matted fur rub against his own sensitive parts. Yeah, those parts which had been semi erect for a bit now…

The wolf stared down at him, the white muzzle parting into a wide grin that showed strong, if a bit yellowed fangs and a big, lolling tongue. A tongue that wasted no time slurping right over the boy's exposed neck and cheeks, leaving a trial of warm saliva and wolf breath…

“Haaaah, bit late to be out in the woods on your own, eh, boy?", the wolf half growled, seeming to be struggling for coherence, his whole body shaking.

“What the fuck were you thinking, huh?", the beast chuckled, shifting one arm to hold the boy down by the neck, allowing just a bit of space between them, like a reprieve from the overpowering, musky heat, as he let his other paw trail down the boys chest and abdomen, a sharp claw almost casually cutting through the worn out fabric.

Strong fingers played with the slimy mess the werewolf had left in the boy's navel, playfully spreading it around, painting the quivering, sweaty skin, before he came to the straining tent in the boy's britches.

Thomas cried out with a mix of pain and bliss as the beastly hand wrapped around his length, giving it a quick, hard stroke. The fabric was already soaked through. And, well, that had been all him…

“Heh, are you just that horny that any touch can get you off, or did you come here to get fucked, boy?", the wolf let out an almost amused chuckle. His voice was still trembling though. And Thomas could feel the heavy, fully engorged cock slap against him, leaving more messy splats of precum on his cloth and exposed flesh…

“I, uh, I mean, no, fuck!", the boy stopped, feeling a sudden mix of pain and pleasure surging through him as his cock was gripped tight, making him cry out with the confusing mix of emotions.

“Bullshit, boy", the wolf snorted, one clawed finger slipping beneath the worn belt, the claw teasing his member, making the boy remain stock still, feeling it way, way too close to his manhood…

One quick movement and he…

The wolf let out a dirty laugh, slowly letting his claws dig into the fabric, pulling and cutting, almost like a little dog playfully demolishing some old rag…

“I know boys like you. Many of them ended up joining my pack after I had my way with them…", he let his eyes linger, slowly baring his fangs as his eyes hovered over the boy's neck…

“...others", the wolf continued, taking one of Thomas hands, almost gently in his massive paw, pulling it towards his own, ripped body, until it rested on the bulging abdominal muscles.

“...others have ended up in my belly after I bred them good and hard."

Thomas let out another little squeak, feeling a hot and cold shiver running down from the back of his neck, all the way down his body. The wolf just chuckled in response, his grip around the boy's cock tightening. Then, very slowly and deliberately, he licked over his lips, over his exposed fangs, letting his maw yawn absurdly wide, before throwing the whimpering boy a cruel smile.

“It's your bad luck that on full moon nights, I tend to get really hungry…"

The wolf let the words sink in, watching with unflinching focus how the boy was trembling, eyes widening, listened to those feeble, whimpering sounds escaping his throat at the certainty of his impending death. And enjoyed how the boy's erection remained stiff and throbbing under his touch all the while. He inhaled the scent, the panicked sweat, the scent of unwashed male, of arousal.

So yummy…

He licked his lips one more time while slowly jerking the boy off through the soaked remains of his clothing. This predator would enjoy playing with his food…

“What, still hard? Want it so bad that you are still rearing to go even knowing that you will end this night stewing away in my gut?", he growled, feeling the boy's hand shake where it still was, placed on his muscular abdomen.

“Fuck, no, I mean, haaaah!", Thomas stammered, his words ending in a cry as his cock was jerked hard, the wolf snarling at him.

“Oh, shut up, boy", he jeered, shifting his grip, deciding it was time to fully unpack his snack. After all, the boy seemed in no state to be difficult…

Under his claws, the fabric tore easily, finally laying bare stretches of softly tanned, sweat gleaming skin. Pretty much no body hair still. Perfect for a nice, long lick…

“Aaaaah!", Thomas cried out as he felt the old werewolf's snout nuzzling his chest, the canine tongue leaving trails of saliva on his heaving chest as it licked his pert nipples. Then, the wolf took both his hands, pinning them down over his head, pushing his muzzle right into Thomas armpits…

It felt rather embarrassing, knowing he had to smell quite a bit, well, unwashed, sweaty. But, maybe it was dumb to feel flustered over that, given how the wolf smelled…

He felt a ticklish sensation, jerking in the tight grip and letting out whimpering sounds as he felt the tongue lick and slurp pushing right into his pits. The wolf made some pleased, canine sounds withdrawing his muzzle finally and grinning down at the boy, deliberately letting his gaze travel to the still throbbing cock, suggestively licking his lips, as he let out another deep, growling chuckle.

“Hmmmh, such a tasty boy. I know you humans seem to prefer eating female animals. Or castrating your boars and oxen", he let his other hand wander down, toying with Thomas balls, letting the sharp claws just occasionally brush against the layer of skin separating the boy's testicles from the outside world, only to draw out more little, fearful whimpers.

“...idiots. Nothing tastes better than a young buck who has had some time to stew in his own juices and lust…"

The old werewolf moved closer, close enough for the heat and musky scent to become utterly overpowering. But, with his now naked skin, his cloths laying beneath him in tatters, the boy also could not deny that the tickle of the white fur against his bare skin felt, well, rather nice…

The wolf seemed to notice the reaction, pressing his muscular body against that of the boy. Big, pert nipples rubbed against Thomas' lips, making them part in a stunned gasp, his tongue inadvertently pushing against them, tasting musk and salt. The smell was just mind numbing…

And his twitching cock told the wolf all he needed to know.

“Spread you legs, boy, I am going to fuck you. If you are good, if you please me, I will take you to the village and share you with the others before I put you were you belong…"

It was a cruel taunt. It was his death either way. Still, Thomas just moaned: and obeyed.

What followed was not quite as rough as he had imagined. It was still savage though. The tip of the wolf cock pressed against the ring of muscle guarding his perhaps already lost innocence. Only the copious amount of precum eased the penetration. It hurt. It also felt overwhelming. And hot…

He cried out, only to be shoved right into one of the werewolf's own, musky pits.

The growling moan was all he got though in response, claws coming close to digging into his naked flesh, before he obeyed. And it did not stop there. He got to know the wolf's body, intimately. They rolled on the soft moss, the werewolf plowing into him hard one moment, before letting the boy ride on top of him, on his cock pistoning into him, letting him look down almost with awe at the trembling muscles beneath the white fur. Seeing the lupine face twisted into a snarl of lust and primal need. He was allowed to touch…

The wolf let him buck his hips, drive the throbbing cock deeper. Rub his fingers over swollen nipples, dig them into the unkempt fur…

And all the while, he felt his own cock throbbing painfully close to release, as the werewolf pushed right into the spot were dull pain began to dissolve into a new, unfamiliar pleasure.

“Aaah, please, wolf, I, I cannot, I am going to, going to come…"

The wolf had spun him on his throbbing pole, wrapping one arm around him from behind, both of them upright, hot breath on his neck, one hand closing around his cock…

And Thomas could feel that, maybe spurred on by his words, the wolf was thrusting harder. No, he had to have been close for a while now. He could feel it. How he was trembling. How hot his body was. How his cock plunged deep into him, until he felt like a scabbard around a broadsword…

A very, very broad sword…

He cried out, just as the strong hand started to stroke him faster, squeeze, stopping short of smothering him, as the slick tongue licked over his neck.

“Aaaah, ooooh, yes, haaah, fuuuuck!", he cried, feeling his whole body convulse, grow tense, throbbing with heat as his semen shot out from his aching erection, gently guided to paint his own trembling body sticky white. Another spurt came. Then, so did the wolf.

Thomas felt him cry out, almost in a primal howl, as his hot semen came gushing forth, filling up the whimpering, panting boy, so much that it ended up running from his well used ass, down between his legs. Thomas knew he could not even keep upright if not for the strong arm holding him…

“Ooooh, yes, good boy…", the wolf growled, his hand finally releasing Thomas still leaking cock. The boy could see him raise his hand, see it covered in his own juice, bringing it to his mouth, before apparently licking it up with gusto.

“...hmmh, tasty boy, too…"

Thomas felt the primal panic reaction rather dulled by now, especially after the mind blowing orgasm he had just had. He could just whimper weakly, hanging in the wolf's arms. Feeling used up, like some cheap toy, gaping open at the seams, with still something leaking out of him.

All he could do was stay there, still impaled, taking in the heat of the wolf's body, letting his scent, even more intense after the sex, flood his senses as the panting werewolf toyed with him.

And all the while, he could not help wondering, with anxiety dulled by afterglow, if the next thing to see if he looked up would be the gaping maw of the old werewolf, ready to eat him up…

But instead, the vicious claws just gave his swollen nipples a last teasing, before the wolf pulled him off his still semi hard erection, throwing him over his shoulder casually, giving his ass a playful smack.

“Heh, since you were such a good, tasty boy, you will get your reward. The best reward for a horny young buck like you", the werewolf growled playfully, not bothering that Thomas only response was a slightly pained, afterglow-addled moan.

“You get to meet the pack. And they get to meet you. Before finally you will end up as meat in my belly. Now, doesn't that sound good, ey?"

Thomas just let out a feeble whimper, feeling his heart beat quickly with a mix of confused emotions.

But it was not like he had any strength to do anything but let the werewolf carry him off.

Though, even in the low light, looking down at that still leaking cock, swinging pendulously between the thick, muscular legs, Thomas could see the trail the wolf was leaving behind as the mix of sweat, precum and semen dripped down from his member…

Meanwhile, on the hills, there was movement in the twilight. Too far away to be easy to spot from the woods. Not even with the way the light caught on the spyglass one of the men stationed there was just putting away, its lenses seeming to amplify the light of the moon as it caught on them.

“He took the bait. He's carrying the boy away right now. I think we may be in luck."

It was the gruff voice of a middle aged man, his face matching it with plenty of scars and bushy brows over eyes that seemed hard like flint, as the turned from the view onto the clearing where Thomas had met the wolf to the other men, crouched on the ground, waiting. Some were younger, some were older, one a rather dashing fellow with swarthy good looks and a shirt cut to show off his muscular chest, another a giant of a man, who was busying himself slinging a big wooden thing onto his back, while another, an old guy with an iron gray beard and a felt hat helped him tie the straps. There were also a few big dogs, their short fur showing off both deep, jagged scars and powerful muscles beneath.

A grim expression set on the leader's face as he motioned to the man holding the dogs on a leash.

“We'll have the hounds sniff them out. Get ready, boys, we're going in there."

Thomas had a rather good view of the old werewolf's firm ass from his position, naked and slung over one of the massive shoulders. The bushy tail might obstruct some of it, but he could still see it pretty well. The solid globes of muscle and, well, also the other set of globes further down, The ones dangling from between the werewolf's legs like Thomas was dangling from his shoulders. The old man was damn hung. His aching ass was the proof of that. Well, of the other part of being hung. That one was also still dangling there, only semi flaccid. It almost made him feel weirdly proud he had been able to take that. And, fuck, his ass felt so disappointingly empty now. It made him crave more of that sensation, of that thick cock spearing him, of that, big, smelly werewolf fucking him like the village dogs would with a bitch in heat…

Not much longer now, soon you will get your wish…

He shuddered, remembering only all to well what the werewolf had said.

Though, he also remembered with a cold shiver what else he had said. Beyond the part about getting fucked by a whole pack of randy werewolves. About where he would end up after... Gulp!

His legs were brushing against that muscular set of abs now. The one he was rather afraid he might soon end up on the other side of after all…

It did nothing to shake him out of his arousal though. As if all his body could really think about was getting fucked again.

It made him really nervous. And excited. Because, fuck, he might end up dead by morning!

The werewolf occasionally gave him a playful slap on his naked ass when he was moving a bit too much. But there seemed to be no worry about his catch slipping away…

The sky was darkening and Thomas could hear something in the distance. Like the yipping and growling of many, many dogs. Big ones…

Or wolves. A whole pack…

He had of course heard the stories about how the werewolves had their own hidden village deep in the woods where usually, no one dared venture. That was a given, well, given how he had ended up in this whole sticky situation. Maybe it really had not been the brightest idea. Bit to late to realize now…

It did not take long for the first wolves coming to great the old leader. They were fully shifted, like him of course. One sharing his white fur, the other covered in various shades of beige and brown. To the boy's surprise, they both were hardly older than him. They came running up at the old werewolf, yipping like puppies, greeting him enthusiastically, nuzzling him, getting a few pets as they talked. About him…

They were sniffing him, looking at him. Asking whether he would join the pack…

But the almost friendly look changed to, well, not really an unfriendly one, but…

Those two were looking at him with excitement. Maybe a little hunger. But more than anything, it was the same look he had seen on the other boys in the village, which he himself must have had, when the magistrate had put up the gallows. The look of someone knowing he would get to see someone die for his own amusement…

The old wolf tossed him at them with a laugh.

“Get him ready, and yourselves! We only have one morsel and there are so many of us who will want to feel a tight ass around their cock tonight!"

Fuck…

Thomas let out a groan when he found himself so easily caught by the muscular young wolves. And yeah, they also were getting hard. One of them grinned at him like a little imp, making sure his throbbing dick was rubbing big and hard against his.

“Awh, sucks to be you", the other said almost with a note of sympathy, grabbing him by one arm, giving him a sniff. They both were close enough that Thomas thought they hardly had to press their muzzles against his skin and hair to get a good whiff of his scent. He definitely could smell them easilyenough. Sweat and arousal, unwashed fur, not as thick and intense as the old wolf but the guys obviously did not bother washing much. Well, likely would be pointless if you kept being fucked by big, randy fellow werewolves. The place likely had no chance to smell of anything but sweat and sex…

“Well, least he's gonna enjoy himself", the one brushing his cock against Thomas' said with a smirk that showed sharp, ivory teeth. His friend chuckled in response and pressed his nose into Thomas's left armpit, letting out a yipping sound.

“Guess he is gonna be wolf chow tonight because he is just a bit too tasty for his own good", he joked, making the boy both flustered and, well, a bit turned on.

Thomas had to really hold back from just frotting against the werewolf's cock like a horny boy about to have his first orgasm with a friend. Would the wolves eat him more quickly if he came too quick, too many times…?

Damn, he had to try to reign in his throbbing cock or, gulp…

The two young wolves seemed to have decided that they better should hurry instead of playing with Thomas, taking him between them as they half led, half dragged him to the middle of the village, where a fire was set just so to have its light shielded by the huts and trees.

It was not a big place. Some of the houses were build in the trees, everything looking pretty basic. More like a hunters' camp than a village. But, well, that was what it was. There were pelts and leather set out, fitting the piles of carelessly disregarded clothes lying about. This was very much a men's place with the rough edge to go with it. Well, that did fit, like the name said, werewolves were all male. Unashamedly so, as he could see, if he looked around. Half hard cocks hanging proudly over full orbs, muscular bodies displayed with the swagger of dominant confidence. Some of the wolves were roughhousing, others already pressing a smaller wolf against a wall, or getting as many as three to tend to them as they lazily stretched on the ground.

A pile of furs was spread out close to the fire…

“Gotta prep you up a bit first, I mean, I see the chief's already broken you in, but, don't want you to give out too quickly. You will end up raw before all the top warriors had their turn otherwise."

Thomas swallowed down the retort that was bubbling up in his throat.

Not gonna matter much if I will end up meat stew behind those abs now, is it?

But after all, well, he had not quite given up yet!

He had to hope, right?

So he just took a deep breath – reeking of wolf musk – and let the two drag him to the side.

Lucky for him, the white furred one took his turn first. The brown wolf even made Thomas “help", or at least push an oiled finger into the loosened asshole, till he felt the wolf moaning and bucking under his touch. Almost made him want to push something else into that tight hole…

But it definitely made sure that he was a lot more relaxed when it was his turn.

And, he had to admit, he did kinda like it actually…

But, no good thing was gonna last long here…

And just as he had been told, he and the two young wolves, together with some other ones their age, found themselves right in the middle, on the furs, close to the fire, that made Thomas body gleam golden in the flickering light. With a shiver, he felt the eyes on him, hungry, gleaming eyes from the twilight beyond the circle of illumination. He could hear them panting, could catch a glimpse of stiff cocks dripping with precum…

Could see the wolves shivering next to him, their own cocks hard and tails wagging…

Before he realized he was just as stiffly erect as them. Shivering, waiting for the pack to descend on them. His heart thumping quickly, the anticipation making him let out a nervous whimper.

The growling cry of the old lead wolf suddenly sounded through the clearing.

And barely a heartbeat later, the first muscular werewolf body was pressing down on him!

Thomas let out a cry, but all it earned him was a second werewolf grabbing him by the head, clawed fingers gripping his chin as a thick, throbbing shaft silenced him with the hot musk of pent up, lupine lust. And it was only a heartbeat later, that he felt the first werewolf's thick, throbbing shaft spread open his ass…

The chief hunter had his eyes on the dogs, clutching the crossbow he was holding, ready to shoot. No sound escaped the hounds' muzzles, just the sound of them sniffing, the choked breath as they strained against the collars. They had smelled wolf. And the foolish beasts were rearing to be let go, chase their enemy, throw themselves at them…

Dumb brutes…

Even a fully trained hound stood little chance against a werewolf, one on one. Well, a whelp, maybe, but not a full grown one. Lucky for dogs, that was not how things would go tonight…

A fierce grin spread across his face as he let his gaze travel to the other hunters at his sides. Crossbows with silver tipped bolts. Coated with a mixture of wolfsbane and some other secret ingredients…

Heavy crossbows to wound even an alpha werewolf enough to make him succumb to the poison, smaller repeaters to catch the young ones quickly. And it was by far not the end of their arsenal. Tonight, the werewolf plague that had beset this backwater barony would come to an end…

“Hey, boss, you think the boy's still alive", one of his fellow hunters asked, his voice low.

“Well, I meant what I told the boy. He got the same stuff we use to help against bites. So, chances are that he will be fine even if he gets bitten. From what we got out of that runt we caught the other week, they make a big thing out of either bringing new members into their pack or, well, having themselves some fresh meat. So chances are pretty good the little idiot will be okay."

He shrugged, frowning a bit when he saw the not quite happy expression on the younger hunter's face. The guy still thought he was some gods' damned knight or hero. Better should learn that hunting werewolves was no pretty job. It was dirty work. And necessary.

“Oh, don't give me that look! I rather risk one dumb little lay -about than having to tell some local mayor that his pretty young daughter was taken by the wolves! That boy's gonna be good for something once in his damn life and he better be grateful for that!"

There was silence between them for a moment, before the younger hunter shook his head slowly.

“Damn, boss, you are one hell of a bastard, you know? Just remember, he who lives by the sword…"

He did not need to finish, the older hunter just gave him a wry smirk.

“Better see to it that we do get to keep living by the sword, then we can talk about what comes after!"

And with that, they put their focus back where it belonged, on the trail, following the dog handlers, the heavy steps of Big Benett behind them. If everything went well tonight, they would get to make good use of what he was carrying on his back…

The full moon orgy in the village of the wolves had quickly gone from heated to a wild blaze. No one cared if bodies rolling on the furs got a little bit singed from getting too close to the fire. They were werewolves after all. They would heal before it even got a chance to really hurt. Fur would grow back. There might be only one live meal at the center stage this time – and they all knew who would get the tasty bit of boy meat – but everyone at least would get a taste, a lick, a nice, quick fuck to fill the tight hole with fresh, warm wolf cum. And when the wolves got hungry, there was plenty of meat left to roast over the crackling logs and tear into, sometimes shared as one wolf was still tied to the other, swollen knot stuck in his partner. With the bright, blue light of the moon and the warm glow of the crackling fire, it was a perfect night. To feast, fuck and rejoice in the freedom of life in the forest…

One big, muscular wolf, still young, but already a trusted second, had escaped from having to marry a girl he could not stand and work the business for his family. And now he got to hunt in the woods and fuck whatever guy he wanted. And there was his brother, muzzle buried in another wolf's fur, inhaling happily as he took two cocks at once, tail wagging like a puppy dog as he grinned happily.

A life free of any taboo. Watching as their leader was now taking his right, claiming the boy he had brought home from his latest hunt. He was panting, his slender body gleaming with sweat in the firelight, whimpering as his well used ass was still struggling to take the old lead wolf. He cried out, loud, just as with a pop and a triumphant howl, the white wolf's knot slid in…

He threw back his head, his cry sounding through the clearing. Drowning out the crackle of the fire, the pants and yips of the other wolves…

...and the thunk and gurgle as the first bolt hit home.

The opportunity had just been perfect. With most of the wolves panting, either dizzy from the warm afterglow or trembling with hot lust as they pushed throbbing cocks into warm, willing bodies, they did not know what hit them until it was already too late. Several of them were writhing on the floor, the bolts piercing arms, chests, in one case even a throat. It might not be enough to kill a werewolf, not even with a silver bolt, but that was not the point. The poison was.

And it definitely had been enough to give the men an opening. The dogs were first to storm into the circle of the firelight, jumping at the wolves, snarling, snapping…

The hunters followed. Crossbows discarded, no time to reload. They had other weapons though. Gleaming nets were thrown to entangle the wolves, long enough to buy the hunters more precious time. Others had heavy clubs. And a wolf still stuck balls deep inside another could hardly dodge before the heavy weight collided hard with the back of his head. Clonk!

One, already close to orgasm, just kept twitching and spasming, even as his wide eyes looked dull, vacant. Another strike to brain him, but it seemed there was already not much left to scramble. Just reflex motions as he kept spasming, cock pumping hot seat into the wolf beneath him, who yelped in pain as his mate was yanked off, so that the hunter could get to him, a thick length of silver wire pulled tight around his neck. He was still a small wolf. Likely barely a man in his human form. He did not stand a chance. His body soon fell lifeless, his cock giving a last series of vigorous spurts as he was carelessly tossed into the dirt next to his companion, whose body was still twitching, warm semen oozing from his shaft.

“Remember, the older ones won't stay down, even if you club them good! We need the guillotine! Try the silver axes otherwise once you got them all down!"

The leader was shouting, making way for two men carrying a large contraption that resembled a smith's bellows. Some of the wolves had started to rise, ready to fight, but just as they charged at the hunters, a cloud of silver mist was blown right into their faces, making them collapse to the ground, coughing and retching. It would not kill them, not even seriously hurt them, but again, it was time they lost. Time for heavy clubs to come down with a thud and for the large hounds to bear a wolf down.

The giant man by now had put down the large wooden contraption he was carrying, leaving him free to wield a large maul, felling wolves with one strike, leaving his companions free to descent on the fallen bodies. Two of them held down a smaller werewolf as a third came with a large executioner's ax. The wolf made a feeble yelping sound, but the blow had left him weakened.

Thunk!

The ax went down. One clean strike. The wolf's head was rolling in the dirt, still looking shocked, his body spasming, the stiff, reddish cock gleaming wetly.

The fight might still be going, but the wolves knew they were doomed. None of them ran though, not even the young ones. You stayed with your pack to the end, even if it meant dying with them…

The small white furred wolf, the same who had just so recently taken care of the boy was yelping and whimpering as two of the dogs bore down on him. The poison of the crossbow dart had gotten to him. Even if he had managed to pull out the projectile and the wound had closed, he felt weak like a kitten. And thus he was helpless as he felt the hot breath of the hound on his neck – and the slick, sharp pain of a swollen cock pushing into him without a care for his pleasure. The dog had to be picking up on the sense of their rutting. And whether the beast was just starved for release or whether he recognized the similarity between wolf and dog, he was not wasting any times to enjoy his sloppy seconds, licking almost greedily over his neck as he began to thrust in…

He was not the only one. And the hunters were to busy with their prey to do more than shout at their dogs. They still had wolves to kill. And it was not like the dogs having their way with some of them would ruin the pelts or anything. Dirty beasts having their way with dirty beasts. Kinda fitting…

There was still the lead wolf.

Several bolts had pierced him, with enough poison to put down any lesser wolf for at least an hour. He was still fighting though, his stiff, enormous cock bobbing between his legs, still proudly erect like a flag that would not go down as long as there was even a single werewolf standing…

The leader of the hunters only gave that a grim smile in response, grabbing one of his clubs from his belt, using the commotion to slowly circle around…

This one was dangerous. But once he was down…

His men knew the drill, making sure to keep the poison addled wolf occupied as he moved in for the felling shot. Just a little closer…

He paused, feeling his boot bump into something. A brief glance down showed him a severed wolf head, eyes still looking bright, a stupefied expression of shock frozen on the face. The corners of his mouth twitched, as he kicked it away to roll wherever. Those things sometimes still could bite for a while. Did not want to have some dead wolf at his heels, not knowing when to give up.

Now he had the perfect angle. The old wolf had his back to him. The hunter drew back his arm, taking aim, club raised. Just between the ears, at the back. The skull was thinner there. Aim, hold and…

The club whirled through the air and landed with a dull thud right where he had aimed. The old werewolf staggered. And that was enough. The dogs threw themselves at him and even if he could shake them off, now he was on the ground. And now the hunters had him. Clubs raining down blow after blow, on his back, his skull. He was groaning with pain, his cock still stiff as the garrote was wound tight around his neck, making him twitch and spasm helplessly. Even as powerful as he was, he could not fight of the trauma of the blows, the poison and the lack of air.

His chest was heaving, his eyes growing unfocused as he lay twitching on the ground.

“We got your leader, you filthy mutts! Time to face the music now!"

The chief hunter shouted, triumph on his face as he watched his men dragging the muscular body of the old wolf to the wooden contraption by now erected in the middle of the clearing, near the fire, just where mere minutes ago, wolves had carelessly been rutting, enjoying their full moon feast…

It was a guillotine. The construction light, so it could easily fold up on carefully constructed hinges. The heavy, silvery blade already being pulled up by two hunters, the circular hollow cut into the wood ready for its first neck…

The muscular old werewolf's body was spasming, trembling as he helplessly tried to struggle free. It was no use. He had fought well, he had already healed the wounds from the bolts, fur not even showing a scarred patch, but it had been too much. Maybe if he had not spent the first moments of the fight still balls deep in the boy…

He realized now of course that the boy had been bait. Similar to how hunters would place a young goat somewhere in the woods to lure the wolves in. And he, of course, had taken the bait. Had been unable to think of anything but how good it would feel to bury his cock in that tight, warm ass. And with that, he had doomed them all…

Come to think of it, where was that damn boy?

His question was soon to be answered though. And as he realized what he was seeing, he could not help a wicked grin forming on his lupine face…

The hunters had just dragged out a small shape from under one of those slavering, mad hounds they had taken along. At first, he had thought it was one of his younger wolves. But, nah, he knew them all, knew them well enough to tell them apart by how their asses felt around his cock. And that asshole there was also one he was absolutely positive he now knew quite well…

Yep, there was the boy, yanked up by his wrists by the leader of the hunters. Only, well, he was not quite a boy any more. Well, guess he had ended up turning the little shit after all – instead of turning him into a proper steaming pile of shit like he had planned. Huh…

Guess enough werewolf cum on an ass fucked raw worked as well as a good old bite?

“Hey, l, let me go, it is me, Thomas! I, I did what you said, look, you got all of the wolves, right? You cannot…"

Oh, sweet, sweet irony…

Something that seemed not to be lost on the human hunter either. The werewolf saw the hunter's face as the men who held him dragged him on to the guillotine. For a moment, he could not help a weird feeling of kinship, realizing that they had to be looking at that brat almost with the same expression.

Grim amusement and a cruel mockery, as they both watched him cry out and thrash helplessly. Not even the new werewolf strength was any good there. Would not save him.

Yeah, boy, I may be loosing my head over that tight ass of yours, but, guess you will be losing yours over my big, fat wolf cock, too…

“Well, sucks to be you, boy…", the old hunter leered as he commanded the other hunters to tie the boy up, next to some of the other smaller werewolves.

“But, but, I, I can still be of use to you!", Thomas was desperately pleading. By now, he had pretty much finished his shift, his face elongated into a muzzle, covered with rather pretty silver gray hair. He had kept the disheveled black mop of hair on his head though.

“You don't get it, do you, boy?", the hunter said, with fake compassion in his voice as he eyed him.

“You're one of them now. You may promise to be a good dog and all that. And who knows, maybe you would for a month? You are a beast now, though. And we do not let dirty beasts live. No ifs, no buts…"

Some of the other hunters seemed to shift nervously, some genuinely looked sorry, especially the younger, dark fellow with the muscular chest on display. But a sharp glance from the lead hunter seemed to cow any stirrings of opposition. He just clicked his tongue and let out a breath.

“You know what though, boy…", he said, his expression looking just as fake as before, “I can do you a little favor. So, I thought, we will save you for last…"

And with that he strode over, taking a lighter club and using it to toy with the little werewolf's semi erect cock, flicking it playfully, until the boy let out a very lupine whine.

“I know you will like watching all of your fellow beasts go…"

And with that, he gave the stiffening cock a painful little slap, making Thomas yowl, before he broke into a loud laugh, which at least half of his men joined in.

The old wolf knew that was the last reprieve he would get. They had had their fun with the boy, now they would let him stew. The way he was tied, well, the dogs sure would have their fun with him as well. Served the little shit right. Served him right if they sodomized him with their clubs, too…

His head was pushed down. Not looking on to the ground like they did for humans, no, he was getting to look right at the silvery blade ready to drop down on him.

It should not get the old werewolf excited. But, fuck. The air still reeked of sex. There were still some of his wolves moaning as they were being raped by dogs, clubbed over their dumb heads where some of the more randy ones were still tied together, down to their knot in some squirming body…

Yep, he was hard, as a rock. And he did not care. Wished he could touch himself, but they had his arms tied down. Well, no matter…

He let out a low groan, bucking his hips, drawing in the scent…

And thinking with sadistic glee of what soon would be happening to that little shit…

Truth was though, he hardly had to do anything. Maybe it was just a werewolf thing. He heard one of his young wolf's cry out in orgasm, just as the thunk of an ax told him another one had lost his head. His body was trembling, he could feel it, the contraption straining, the handle being worked…

“Hold still, you dirty beast!", one of them growled, giving his stiff cock a smack. Only made him more horny. He grinned, unable to properly look at the human, but still feel free to snarl out his final words:

“If you call me a dirty beast, I damn well will die like one!"

Clack!

The lever was flicked over. That was it! The blade came rushing down, right for his neck, right for the wildly bobbing Adam's apple! The wolf let out a final cry, feeling his body buck with a sudden rush of heat. He was going to die! Fuck, he was going to die. Fuck, he was…

Thunk!

A fountain of hot semen was shooting into the air, just as the blade hit home and the snarling head, its final cry stifled, went rolling into the dirt.

The hunters close by glared in dismay at the splatters of sticky wolf seed on their cloths, one even having to carefully wipe it off his face.

It was the last thing the old wolf saw and heard. The final moment, slow like trickling honey, before everything went black…

But it was not over yet. It was really only the beginning. No werewolf was safe to be left for dead, unless his head had been cut off, by a silver blade, just to be sure. Even the ones who lay glassy eyed on the ground, heads bashed in, faces contorted in a last moment of orgasmic stupor would be put down and, thunk, off with their heads.

And maybe the fact that some of them would shoot a last load of sticky white cum was proof enough for the wisdom in this. The wolves had their spirit broken. One, a muscular full grown werewolf, was whimpering like a puppy as one of the hunters rammed his club right into his ass. Cries of pain were mixed with cries of orgasm as his hips bucked and cum came oozing from his swollen cock. Right before one of the men chopped it off with a silver blade and threw it still warm and twitching to the dogs, who greedily fought over the morsel, while the wolf got a quick strike to his head, before his remains were dragged off to the guillotine.

Other hunters were already busy skinning the wolves. Werewolf pelts with their lingering magical properties were highly prized, even though it was hard to get the smell of sweat and unwashed wolf out of it. Alchemists would pay for some of the other remains. As well as some even less savory types who might pay good money for a well preserved set of werewolf genitalia…

The old hunter scowled at the thought. He was busy dragging one of the brown furred wolves off to the guillotine. He was just a whelp, hardly different from their bait boy. Maybe that was why he had been a bit careless about subduing him fully. Should have bashed the damn things head in!

He tasted blood where the dumb beast's head had collided with his mouth. The thing had given him a bloody lip, for gods' sake. The boys would be teasing him about that in the taverns when they'd finally get their well deserved beer. He gave the little shit a good beating for his trouble, his meaty hands digging into its wind pipe until it was gasping and whining, going limp in his grip. He shoved the beast unceremoniously down into place, locked the neck into position and…

Thunk!

He grinned as he saw the head roll into the dirt, to where the other were lying. Looking into their dead, vacant eyes.

That's what we do with dirty beasts…

Nothing gave him the same satisfaction as seeing them like this. Nothing…

And damn the gods, it still never felt like it was enough…

Likely it would never be. To drown out that winter night. When the wolves had been howling, and…

He spat out, blood mixing with saliva before he wiped his mouth.

With a huffing breath, he turned around, looking over the shabby huts, the fire already mostly burned down, its weakening light illuminated the wolf pelts already strung up, the dead meat laid out. Those fucking things did not really bleed, not even in death…

Well, one more left…

He grinned, walking over to the good for nothing boy. Guess they could strike paying the layabout from their expenses. And one more pelt to sell and whatever else those weirdos would want out of the bounty of their hunt…

“Well, boy, looks like we only have one wolf left to dispose off…", the hunter sneered.

The boy looked up at him. The human eyes gone, the eyes of a wolf all that remained. A pitiful little beast, staring up at him, whimpering. The boy's ass was gaping. Well, had to suck being him. First the wolves had fucked him raw, then the dogs, then…

Well, the little shit had told him he had a stick up is ass when he had talked to him and promised him some good coin for playing bait. Joke was on him now. He sure had gotten to know how it actually was like to have a stick up his ass. Nice, thick, good old wolf hunting club…

“Hmmmh, no more words to beg and plead or to be a smart ass? Well, guess your ass already is smarting pretty nicely…", he chuckled, gripping the little werewolf by his neck, yanking him up.

There was no fight left. Just as he had thought. Just his cock starting to bob stiffly against his flat abdomen, cum smeared over both it and the throbbing shaft. Yeah, the boy was already one of them…

He spat out in disgust as he dragged the whimpering body to the wooden platform. He was trembling. Good thing he could shut up those annoying little whines.

And soon, he would not be looking at him like that. Like some broken doll, lying on the floor of the now quiet house. The now way, way too quiet little house, out in the woods, that winter night…

The old hunter growled, trying to shake off the memory welling up. Time to get this over with…

He fastened the boy's arms into place. No, not the boy's. The beast's.

The thing had no fight left in him. Just whimpering, body twitching helplessly, the damn thing's cock standing stiff, gleaming in the fire light…

All he had to do now was fully wind up the blade, get him ready…

Why was the little shit hard like that?! He had still been human this very night, for all gods' sake!

“Can't you at least die like a fucking human, boy?!" He snarled, giving the stiff cock an angry slap with the light club he had still on his belt.

But all the boy did was let out a yowl of half pain and half…

“Well, if that turns you on, you filthy mutt, then see how you like this!", the hunter almost shouted, as he yanked the switch into its release position.

The boy, the fucking werewolf, the beast cried out, his body jerked violently.

Thunk!

The hunter felt his mouth form into a angry grimace as he saw the blade sever the head. The boy's expression frozen, forever in a mix of shock, accusation and, lust…

It took the hunter a moment to realize that something else had hit home, aside from the boy's head hitting the dirt. He only realized it when he tasted something warm and salty on his lip…

Fuck, this does taste rather nice…

The thought came sudden and unwelcome. And it took him a few precious heartbeats to spit. To hastily wipe his mouth. He still tasted it, on his lips. The tangy, salty flavor of the young werewolf's final release, spurting from his still twitching cock, mixed with the metallic tinge of blood.

...his blood.

Oh, fuck!

But he knew it was already too late, when he felt the surge of heat through his body. The tingling spreading out, all over his skin. The sudden surge in his pants where he had tried to deny his cock had been straining against the fabric for a while now…

And he saw the grim expression on the other hunters faces, as their gazes turned to him…

“Ohhh, fuckk!"

The hunter let out a cry that already sounded half like a howl as he felt the prickling feeling of hair trying to press through his skin, bones going hot like melting wax.

His eyes, already starting to turn amber met those of the young, swarthy hunter, who looked at him with a mix of shock and what almost seemed like a grim satisfaction, as his earlier words replayed in his mind.

Those who live by the sword…

...die by the sword…

“Noooooawwooooh!"

But it was no use. The guillotine was already waiting, patiently, for its final werewolf victim on this full moon night…