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The bunny was almost gone. Derrik watched closely as his boyfriend's fat cock slurped around the hips of his gift, juicily enveloping that cotton tail with those ravenous clenches. The wolf was very good at bringing home cute things from the club or bar or wherever else. James always appreciated the offering. All Derrik needed in return was the opportunity to watch the deer devour his prey with his dick. Getting to grope and rub those predatory nuts afterwards when they were all stuffed with squirming bunny was a welcome addition too.

The wolf looked up to the bigger, older buck just to see the approval on his face. James gave him a little nod, and then gestured down to get that fresh-faced wolf to help ease in the ample booty of that squirming bunny. Derrik's own cock throbbed madly between his legs, knot fully engorged without even so much as touching it. He didn't need to play with himself to get off to the sight of James doing his thing. There was something about watching that big herbivore eating people with his dick that drove that wolf absolutely wild, touching on his kinks and deeply rooted instincts alike, one way or another.

"Mm. Always know how to pick them. That's why I keep you around," the deer lightly teased.

"That, and my dashing good looks, right?" Derrik tried to act cocky, but it wasn't easy when his voice was outright quivering with lust.

"You look dashingly good slobbering on my cock, at least. Now get to rubbing."

Derrik hardly needed to be told once, nevermind twice. He was already lingering close, ready to lay his paws on those plump nuts while they swelled thicker and heavier with the weight of the prey dipping down into those heavy cumtanks. The bunny, whose name neither of them had bothered to learn, gave a few last squirms, wiggling his paws through the air before those too were slurped up by the clenching hunger of James' cock. From there, the girly thing was little more than a bulge beneath the pink flesh of the deer's massive spire. Derrik watched those curves descending until the helpless bunny was nothing more than a squirming captive of James' massive nuts. The faint silhouette of his hands and face pushing out at the confining walls just turned the wolf on all the more to watch. He simply had to touch.

Massaging deeply into the deer's sack, he pressed firmly enough to feel the faint, confused struggles going on within those balls. It wasn't really the panicked reaction he might have expected. It rarely was. Instead, it was a dazed, disoriented wriggle from the bunny while he got massaged by the wolf's paws and the deer's squeezing nuts alike. They were already loudly churning, noisily glorping all around the sloshing form of that cute bunny. He'd been such a pretty thing, all dressed up in blue and smelling sweet, and now he was dunked down deep in deer spunk, getting processed into jizz by those mesmerizing balls. They were efficient enough that Derrik could already feel the solid shapes softening beneath his palms while he squished and squeezed into the softening form of the girly boy he'd fed to the smoking hot deer dad.

Not that he was actually a dad. He just had all the charms of one. Derrik watched him pour a drink while he got his balls rubbed. Soon, the wolf simply had to shove his face in those heavy chambers and rub his muzzle all over them, listening to the clink of ice cubes and the faint groans of approval from the horny herbivore. A few doggish sniffs and he got to slurping the masculine musk right off those two titanic tanks. Derrik had never been an especially subby guy, being fairly well-built, tall, and generally confident. With James, it was all different. He was a drooling, whimpering, tail-wagging bitch licking the prey-stuffed balls of the predatory deer while they gradually smoothed over with every inwards churn. What had been a distinctly squirming preything minutes ago was little more than a loudly sloshing mass of creamed up bunny, soon to join the nut-stretching load jostling around in James' balls.

Of course, a cock-meal was never complete without that final, decisive, clench to fully finish off his prey. James gave a short huff, closed his eyes briefly, and let Derrik massage his sack until there came that intense inwards squeeze around his half-liquefied prey to silence those squirms with a satisfying slorsh. From there it was nothing more than the juicy sounds of fresh cum stuffing his nuts full and taut. They were perfectly round by the time he'd finished converting that bunny to pure cream. There wasn't a single solid detail left, as far as Derrik could feel. He made sure to keep rubbing and licking while the deer grunted his way towards climax, though he was in no particular rush. There was plenty of time to tease the eager wolf first.

"There's that look again," he said.

Derrik slowly lifted himself up from between the deer's enormous nuts, though he still rested his chin on them. "What look?"

"You know the one. That wide-eyed, desperate, submissive little look you get whenever you watch me melt someone down."

"Yeah? Well, it's just ..." Derrik began, and then just huffed. "It really gets me going. I don't even know why exactly."

"Maybe it turns you on so much because you know it's where you belong. You've done very well feeding my appetite, but you know you'll never be content until you know how it feels for yourself."

"Maybe." The wolf visibly shrugged it off after staring back for a while. "Or maybe I just like seeing it. It's just so impressive to watch. It doesn't have to mean anything, right?"

James gave him a lingering look. Then he just nodded. "Doesn't have to, no. But it might."

"And anyway, you'd never do that to me, right?" Derrik hastily added. "Like, it's different when it's some cute stranger I bring home. You like having me around! I think."

"Of course I do." James reached down to pat the wolf on the head. Derrik flattened his ears. "Just saying. I'm not going to tell you no. Wouldn't be right to deny "

After a while of letting that roll through his mind, with his head still resting on those loudly churning balls, a heavy blush in his cheeks, Derrik finally just gave a little chuckle.

"God, you're such a tease. I really thought you meant it for a minute there."

James didn't answer, offering just a soft smile as the wolf licked his way up to the very tip of that ravenous shaft. A spurt of precum splattered Derrik in the face, leaving him licking his chops to sample as much of that musky flavour as he could. Finally, the deer just reached down to stroke him behind the ear.

"Alright, now stretch yourself out so I can cum that bunny out on your cute face."

As much as Derrik might have objected to being called cute, he certainly wasn't going to argue with such an offer. Sone he'd sprawled himself across the bed, splaying out his limbs to make sure he was offering up as much surface area as possible. Nakedly throbbing, watching the deer's every movement, he basked in the scent of the big buck's arousal while he watched James looming high above, stroking that monstrous dick. It looked somehow even bigger than it had started, as if heavier with the added padding of the churned up bunny. Or maybe he was just harder than ever, made extra aroused by the growing pressure pumping thickly in his bouncing, jumping, tensing nuts. It only took him a few firm two-handed strokes from top to bottom of his lengthy shaft, gliding his palms and fingers along the coating of own oozing pre.

A few more firm rubs and he gave a heavy grunt, stomping a hoof in place, bracing himself as the pent up pressure started releasing through his hulking spire. Derrik saw the bulging of that certain vein and the moment seemed to freeze in place for a little while longer. He scanned up and down the deer, admiring how handsome he looked even in the throes of orgasm. Then his world went pure white as he got hosed down in the pressurized contents of the big buck's predatory nuts.

Thoroughly splattered and soaked from his head right down to between his toes, he writhed there as he got drenched by the rushing floor of freshly churned deer spunk. The warmth, the silky smooth texture, the musky scent and taste in his open, drooling mouth was all enough to send him writhing to a climax of his own. The ropes of wolf jizz layered across his cum-painted belly were a comparatively paltry contribution to his overall saturated state, but he was a panting, satisfied canine nonetheless as he basked there, steaming in the scent of their mutual indulgence.

Had he not known James, that bunny might have been someone he brought home himself to fuck. Such a good pair of hips on that pretty boy, but he was all gone, all used up to get the deer off in spectacular fashion. Derrik was well aware that the rivers of hot jizz pouring down every single inch of his body. They'd made a mess of the sheets again. He didn't care, of course, even if it was the one who ended up doing the laundry.

All he could do was pant and faintly moan as the afterglow proved almost as pleasurable as the orgasm itself. He'd gone off totally hands free just from the feeling of getting bathed in deer stud cum. At that point, he was so thoroughly immersed in the richly-scented stuff that he might as well have been inside the buck's balls. It was the next best thing. He tingled all over and was hesitant to even move much, while James just shook his dick off to ensure he got absolutely everything out before tossing the splattered wolf a towel. Which was hardly adequate for getting dry, of course.

"See you next date night, Derrik," James said over his shoulder as he turned to head back to his own place.

That meant even once properly tidied up, the wolf was going to sleep in a bed that smelled richly of deer. He squirmed his way through the night, rolling those thoughts through his head, sometimes drifting into dreams, sometimes simply losing himself in fantasy. It was all enough to get him hard, to get him grinding against the buck-scented sheets in fits of wakefulness. Those words just kept repeating within his mind. It was all such an effective tease. He pictured himself going through with it for real, considering the aftermath, the spectacular cumshot he'd make for his older boyfriend. The more he sleepily meditated on it, the more flustered he got, even if he was pretty sure James would never do that to him in particular. He was too special.

The thoughts did spike up again the next Friday when he heard the deer's voice on his phone. Old guy always insisted on calling rather than texting, for whatever reason.

"I'm thinking let's just take it easy tonight. No need to head out to the club. Let's make it a night just for the two of us."

Derrik's first thought was for how nice that sounded. Maybe it was time for them to get a little closer? Maybe talk about moving in together? Or maybe just to have a whole lot of sex. It occurred to him a few seconds later that it might have meant something else. It wasn't like James not to hunger for prey every week. Maybe he'd already taken someone down without help. Derrik didn't like the thought of that. That was supposed to be his role, the whole reason James kept him around. Aside from liking him, of course. Of course, all that worrying was just distracting him from considering whether it was finally time. Whatever the case, he didn't ask over the phone. That could wait until he saw the buck in person.

"You're sure? Well, sounds good to me," he simply said, and that was about the end of the conversation.

James was looking as handsome as ever. The great big deer had to duck his head to fit his antlers through the doorway of Derrik's place. He took the wolf's hand and gave it a little squeeze, then tugged him along to join him on the couch. Derrik found himself forgetting about all his concerns as long as he was close to that tough, firm deer. James was both strong and a bit pudgy, the perfect kind of dad bod for a wolf to snuggle up to, burying his face in some deer pecs. James ran his fingers slowly down Derrik's spine and pulled him even closer, so that they could simply bask in it all a while. They might not have had much in common to talk about, but they could still have extensive wordless conversations when they were together.

After enough nuzzling the deer's taut chest, and hugging his squishy belly, Derrik found himself easing up towards James' lips. They kissed gently at first, then more firmly as they leaned into each other's bodies. The deer of course won out in such a test of strength and passion alike. Derrik found himself flat on his back, pinned down by the buck's bulk, tasting a deer tongue once it slipped past his lips for him to suck on. He swallowed his own saliva and closed his eyes, content to simply dwell in the intimacy of the moment. There was hardly a thought in his head as the deer ran his hands down along the sides of the young wolf's body.

Eventually James let him up for air, rolling back on the couch to take him by the hand once more. Derrik was bulging in his jeans. So was James, much more noticeably. There wasn't much that contained that huge dick for long. Derrik hurried along just so he wasn't responsible for another pair of torn pants. The buck loosened his belt before they got there, letting off at least some of the pressure. It wasn't long that they were down the narrow hall towards the bedroom and he was already pulling out his swelling cock. It wasn't even half-hard yet, but it was already hefty to the point of burdensome, twitching with his rising lust without even needing the wolf's attention upon it. Derrik simply stared with the usual awe, pleased that he could get his boyfriend so worked up without bringing him supper, so to speak.

"You're horny tonight," the wolf commented.

"Is that so unusual?" James dragged his pants off and took up a spot relaxing on Derrik's bed. The lingering scent of their last date still clung to the sheets, even after washing.

"Well, no. I just thought ..." Derrik stopped to consider for a time. "I dunno. Need some help with that?"

"Of course."

James nodded the wolf over, and Derrik climbed up onto the bed, still half-clothed, bulging desperately in his pants but ignoring his own cock for a while. Just getting his hands on that meaty spire was enough to imbue him with an urgent need for that taste on his tongue. He knew just where to start, dipping his head down to smother warmly between the deer's nuts, pushing his nose right in the middle of those hefty cumtanks for a heady sniff. That was enough to make him slightly dizzy with how much musk he sucked down all at once, but it certainly didn't dissuade him. A few more doggish sniffs was all he could manage before his patience and willpower alike wore thin. He simply had to slurp, as if his existence depended on it.

Drenching his senses in warm deer musk, he worked his way to the very tip of that blunt-headed dick as slowly as he could. There was so much to lap up along the way, so many bulging veins to carefully lick, so many tastes to drag off with wet, smooth strokes of his tongue. He tossed in some occasional smooches here and there as well, the loud pecking sounds mingling with James' approving groans.

They didn't say much while they danced that familiar dance. Derrik knew just what the big old guy liked. He worked that dick like a canvas, painting it with his heavy saliva. By the time he was finally kneeling before the flared head of that flat tip, James was outright oozing an excess of precum from his slightly gaping cockslit. Derrik was quick to leap upon the Sisyphean task of cleaning it all up even as it spurted right out into his open mouth.

He never could quite fit the whole thing in his mouth. As much as he would have loved to keep practising, to train his jaw to unhinge like a snake's to truly impress his boyfriend, there simply was no overcoming such an anatomical impossibility. There was still plenty he could do to please the buck. He could suck on the tip, he could stroke and fondle and slurp. Sometimes he even slowly pushed his tongue inside that slit to sample the deepest of those inner, musky tastes before pulling back out with a wet pop.

It wasn't like James didn't enjoy having things in there. He'd watched him stuff down over a dozen cute boys by then. Always boys, not for the deer's preferences, but for Derrik's own and who he ended up attracted while he was out hunting for a meal to seduce home to the deer. That they were usually the girly, ultra timid sort sliding down the deer's dick was another thing that made the wolf assume he was off the menu.

If Derrik didn't get his pants off that very moment he was running the risk of cumming in them, just from taste and touch alone. Hearing the deer gave the occasional approving grunt or even a moan while the wolf applied his sloppy worship certainly helped him throb. Making the buck cum was what got Derrik off those days. He hardly ever even jerked off anymore, and if he did, it was to memories of watching James churn another one down in his mighty balls.

He was hesitant to take his hands off that tower of twitching deer dick for even a few seconds, but he simply had to in order to loosen his belt and struggle his way out of his bottoms so he could pull his own comparatively tiny cock out to rub against the very base of James'. He couldn't stop humping and grinding that spot once he started, at least until the buck leaned closer and spoke five simple words of a suggestion, or perhaps a command.

"Put your hand in it,."

Derrik's ears went up straight as if to confirm what he'd just heard, then went flat. He tipped his head to the side.

"My hand?"

"Mhm. Don't you want to know how it feels? I need something to squeeze on tonight."

The mere suggestion was enough to leave Derrik twitching from ears to tail, his hips bumping and shaking out of his control. His cock quivered and shot ropes of hot pre right up onto his belly while he gripped the deer's shaft in both hands, considering that offer. He hesitated for just a little while. It wasn't a suggestion. James told him to do it. What was he going to do, say no, when it was the hottest thing he could imagine?

"Alright. Just a little bit, right?"

"Mm."

It was an entirely non committal response. Nonetheless, Derrik continued. He ran his palms along the smooth, slick surface of that flat cocktip, squeezed the broad flare a few times, and then worked his fingers towards the soaked slit. Treating it like a massage, he kneaded inwards, inch by inch, starting with just two of his fingers and then all four. Soon, he was up to his knuckles in deer dick, and that was when he felt the first clench. It was a firm, sealing grip around his digits that kept him from going any deeper for a few seconds - or from pulling back. He was stuck exactly in place, his jaw dropping slightly at the sheer display of power from that solid deer cock. For all the times he'd watched it working, he'd never quite correctly imagined how it'd feel.

While he searched for a proper comment, Derrik simply whimpered loudly. James gave a chuckle.

"Not bad, huh? I can control these muscles pretty easy." He demonstrated by releasing that grip, letting Derrik pull his hand back slowly. "You should probably go deeper."

"How much?" The wolf perked his ears again. He looked open to the idea.

"Give me some more of those good inner tastes. Except, don't just put your tongue in. Stick your whole muzzle in there. Sniff around a little."

"Okay ..."

It wasn't clear even to himself if Derrik trailed off out of nervousness or just pure, overwhelming excitement clouding his every thought. He sniffed his way to that slathered tip, and slowly nuzzled against the slit until his muzzle started sinking past the squeezing resistance to slip into the grip of the big buck's clenching cock. James gave a heavy squeeze around the wolf's snout in welcome, but just as swiftly released his hold so Derrik could ease in even deeper. Slipping sweetly into the faintly squelching, soaking confines of that ravenous cock, knowing full well all it was capable of doing was an irresistible indulgence. The wolf closed his eyes once his face was snug with the tip, muzzle fully inserted, tongue reaching out to claim some inner tastes he'd never sampled before. That was when he felt the clench.

It wasn't the first time James had squeezed down on him, but this one was different. It decisively held him precisely in place, squishing so firmly around his confined features that he couldn't even wiggle his tongue for a few moments. More than just sealing tight around his muzzle, there came a different sort of squeeze. An inwards tug dragged him ever so slightly deeper than he intended, urging his face against that cockslit until it spread open for his whole head. In such a position, he couldn't say anything other than the occasional muffled mmf that hardly communicated his feelings clearly. He wasn't even sure what they were yet. Too deep? Was that enough? Or was he absolutely, dangerously fascinated with how far James would go before he revealed he was just teasing? He was always just teasing. It was never really going to happen.

A little tickle in the back of his mind reminded him of the fact he was a wolf, a sturdy, handsome example of his species, and he was entirely at the mercy of an older, chubby deer. Maybe that was what led to the small, instinctual pang of panic that saw him suddenly tugging back with a firm lunge of his body. James didn't let go. If anything, the brief struggle only made him clench down harder, dragging more of Derrik inside, sealing up smoothly around his shoulders with a wet little kiss of juicy dick to fur.

The wolf reached up, pressing his palms flat against the cock that had a hold of him, just below the outline of his own face, but nothing changed the situation. He knew well from watching that no one ever squirmed their way out of the deer's cock. He wasn't sure what he even bothered to pretend anything that happened next was his decision.

The deep, bellowed groan that emanated from James' mouth was audible even where Derrik was sealed. He heard it muffled, resonating through the constricting flesh surrounding his head. He was still just a toy, he told himself. Moments later, a heavy gulp-like contraction popped his shoulders inside the deer's dick like a knot. Derrik's own cock gave a sudden pump, pouring out an excess of pre so excessive he already thought he was cumming all over the buck's balls.

Derrik could feel those massive tanks churning, flexing with anticipation, ready to slosh and gurgle all around another preything, just like they did almost every single weekend. Yet even as he felt the slippery embrace of hot inner flesh moving down to his puffing chest, some part of Derrik remained too stubborn to actually admit to himself that his boyfriend was eating him. That made no difference to James, of course.

The rising excitement became the most powerful force all throughout Derrik's body, more powerful than confusion or fear. He found himself stimulated, massaged all the way down the deer's cock by each hungry, squeezing gulp. The closer to his own dick that grip got, the less in control of his own body Derrik became. He was possessed by a frightful series of pleasured spasms as James slowly enveloped him down to the waist, slurping the very tip of his much smaller, knotted dick inside for a good kneading within that predatory shaft. The wolf's response was instantaneous, crying out to the point of wailing, whooping and whining his way through a writhing, toe-curling build to an orgasm that was a long time cumming. For all the times James had helped get him off with little more than a show, or a shower of spunk, this was what Derrik had been waiting for.

Caught up in a moment he knew he'd never get to live again, Derrik finally accepted his fate. There was nothing more for him to do but to slump down and accept all the pleasure of the experience. He surged with fleeting ecstasy, his knotty cock pumping hard as it made for a vague bulge beneath the flesh of James' clenching spire. A wriggle of his legs, a twitch of his tail, and a curl of his toes was the most the wolf could do to express how he felt while he submitted fully to the bigger, stronger deer devouring him.

Giving in was what let him finally enjoy the potent cumshot drained from his taut nuts while he got his ass slurped firmly inside the snug, musky embrace of the big buck dad's fat cock. A yelping, gushing, shaking mess of a wolf shuddered his way through emptying his swollen balls deep inside the dick of the ravenous deer while James simply continued to slurp him down like there was nothing especially monumental about the moment for him.

Derrik might have been notably bigger than the prey he usually brought home for his antler-clad boyfriend, but that didn't make his progress any slower. Once he was sufficiently over the hump of his backside, the process accelerated as those inner muscles worked with momentum on their side. Derrik couldn't tell if he was having one continuous orgasm or if he'd somehow rolled into a second one, but he was cumming all the way down to getting his ankles wrapped up taut in the embrace of the deer's hungry cock.

If he thought perhaps James would pause at that moment to let the weight of what he was doing linger in the air a moment, or perhaps even to give some sort of speech on how his lovely boyfriend was the best prey he'd ever had, then Derrik was going to be sorely disappointed. The only reason James delayed at all was to reach forward, place his hands on the wolf's protruding paws, and give them a little push to hurry them along so he could fully tuck away his cock-meal deep inside his churning sack.

A splattered mist of precum marked the disappearance of the wolf. The bulge of that handsome canine sank down until it started swelling the deer's nuts. James slipped back, splaying himself across the bed with his legs spread wide to make room for how big his balls were all stuffed full of squirming wolf. Maybe Derrik had some second thoughts after seemingly submitting himself to the deer's urges. Getting churned up was enough to make anyone wriggle a little.

It couldn't really be called struggling. Not when the wolf was so weak, so utterly defeated by getting gobbled down the buck's hungry cock, left to stew in the thick cum he'd so fondly worn or drank so many times before. It welcomed him with heavy glorshing sloshes that came with those initial inward clenches as James seemingly primed up the digestive process. There was no doubt what was going to happen to that wolf in there. It was far too late to shoot him back out, unchanged.

For all the significance of their final minutes together, James simply treated it like any other meal, any other prey. The only thing that set Derrik apart from all the other boys he'd churned in their weeks together was his size. He took a little more work to melt down. The buck had to massage his own balls for a change to help his prey settle into the thick cream coating and consuming him from every side. Derrik weakened every moment, going from actively pushing out on the walls around him, making bulges with his palms and muzzle alike, to vaguely shifting while those cumtanks pulled up tight around him. James gave his balls a few satisfied pats and then simply sighed to lean back, arms behind his head, taking up the entirety of the wolf's bed while he digested him on it.

Like the thumping beat of a heart, the buck's balls pumped hard while they clamped around his meal until there wasn't much activity left but for the faint twitch of a liquefying body. He never considered the details too closely. All that mattered to him was that every single trace of the wolf got melted down like all the others, completely converted into a nut-stretching load deer cum that filled James' sack to a taut, smooth swell. There was a relatively unceremonious final clnnnch and glrrrrp that settled into a steady rumble of digestion and a sigh from the buck himself.

He closed his eyes and took a little nap on Derrik's bed, letting the last solid shapes of the former wolf get simmered down to an impending orgasm. James' cock was soaked with the excess juices pouring from it, streaming down his chest, his belly, soaking the sheets with the lingering scent of his lust, but there was still more work to be done. Sometimes he slept, sometimes he simply relaxed, his mind wandering, listening to the satisfying squelches of his supremely experienced balls eradicate another cute one. There wasn't a shred of that handsome canine's fur left by the time James was done with him.

If he was to have regrets, it was only that he had no one to cum on once the wolf was all processed in those massive tanks and pent up enough he couldn't wait any longer. Waking with a little snort, he arched his neck from one side to the other, cracked his back, and rose for a little stretch. It was important to stay limber at his age, especially when he was prone to hefting around a few gallons of liquid weight between his thighs. With a sheen of sweat upon his fur, the older buck strolled from the musk-soaked bedroom and instead found himself a place in the wolf's bathroom. The young canine's bachelor apartment wasn't exactly spacious, so he had to squeeze himself into the shower and duck his head down just to get any water on his cramped form. Still, the warmth was welcome, helping to wash away the scents of his indulgence.

Of course, it wasn't long under the stream that his casually throbbing cock gave a much more urgent pulse. He grunted and took it in both hands, considering his surroundings with a brief glance. Then, with a slight shrug to himself, he just started jerking. A steady, pumping stroke kept him huffing, slowly fucking his two-handed grip, jabbing his hips back and forth in smooth, firm motions. He held on tight to feel every thump, every flex and bulge of rising pressure. Cumming out a cute one always got his dick so much harder than anything else. His flare went wide, his medial ring tensed up and swelled to twice its usual side, the veins decorating his towering shaft pressed out from the surface for all the pressure tensing through the whole mighty shaft. He took his hand from his cock to slam a fist against the slick shower wall, snorting out a steaming breath through clenched, flat teeth as his balls went extra tight, smoothing over every wrinkle, every detail. His taint gave a flex as his short tail twitched upwards with the pleasure of the wolf boy finding his way back out of that hungry dick.

There wasn't much time to think about his aim for how hard he jizzed Derrik out. He arched his back and put both hands on the small of his back, simply letting that cannon fire over everything in sight. Plenty of that freshly churned preycum splattered the wall, plenty more splashed over the edge of the old tub to splash down on the floor. It swiftly accumulated around James' hooves, filling the bath up to his ankles with fresh spunk, making him sweat all over again as the heat rose up over his soaking form. He gave something of a moan while he unloaded everything he had all pent up in his oversized nuts, draining them, letting them sag back down to relatively normal size, if still carrying a little extra plumpness like a trophy.

James bent down to massage his balls a little more, kneading them deeply with one hand while he braced himself against the wall with the other. He got another spurt that made his dick jump up from its softening state, then it slumped, and so did he. A sigh escaped him as he let the water flow against his burly chest a little longer. It poured down his body and thinned out the thick cream around his hooves, washing it down the drain like there was nothing special about it. The wolf had been churned up by the hungry older deer, and he was left to swirl down the drain as James stepped out and reached for a towel.

The whole apartment was going to smell like him for a while. Maybe that would be enough to tip off anyone who came looking for Derrik in the coming days. That wolf was really, truly gone, all used up and drained away for the sake of a big buck's cumshot, exactly as he was meant to be. In James' opinion anyway. Whether Derrik had embraced his fate by the end or remained stubborn to his last conscious churn, James didn't know. He found his clothes and left that apartment for the final time, knowing he was going to need to feed his cock another meal soon enough, and he was plenty capable of finding one himself without any help.