FSE

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(Cw: pissplay, rough (semi consensual) sex, small amount of blood.)

Office work was incredibly dull. Every day was the same. Russell would wake up, throw a waffle in the toaster, throw on his starched uniform, and then sit at a desk for eight hours. There had to be more to life than this dull existence.

Rain punctuated Russell's foul mood. As usual, he was walking home from his office building, and today he forgot his umbrella. His sedentary lifestyle had packed pounds onto his already sturdy frame, and the water made his white shirt cling to his body in the most unflattering way.

As he contemplated his sorry state, he noticed that the ground under his feet had grown muddy, and the crowd's buzzing voices were gone. Not even the honk of cars pierced the silence. When his eyes raised from his plump belly, highlighted by his soaked shirt, he was startled by his surroundings.

Gone was the urban sprawl that he'd grown used to, replaced by impenetrable walls of trees, though the rain still pelted him from above. How did he get here? Where was he? A glance behind him showed no signs of the city's skyline. Instead, looming trees cast dark shadows across the ground.

A singular howl pierced the silence, chilling Russell to the bone. What sort of creature would make that sound? He broke into a run as he heard branches breaking behind him. He didn't want to meet whatever could crash through the thick treeline with that much ease.

A grey blur raced in front of Russell, and he stopped in his tracks, horror dawning on his face as he looked up at a slavering monster. Lupine features stared back at him from a snarling face. The creature stood an intimidating two feet above Russell's head, and tangled dirty fur adorned its muscled body. Drool dripped from its sharp teeth to the mud below, and Russell could feel his heart stop as lightning highlighted the predator's features. Fuck, he was going to die.

Nearly falling backward, Russell tried to back away from the creature's advance, but a clawed paw stopped him in his tracks, staining his shirt with blood as he felt the sharp appendage dig into his skin. Russell couldn't escape from the monster's grip and watched in horror as that foul maw opened.

The lupine monster leaned forward, and its breath steamed the air around Russell's face. He tried to scream, but the creature lunged forward, and its slimy tongue penetrated his mouth. Confused, Russell tried to pull away, but the grip on his shoulder only tightened. The sloppy appendage swabbed his throat, exploring his teeth, and left thick strings of drool dribbling down his chin. He felt lightheaded, but the creature's mouth pulled back before he could fall unconscious, leaving stretched globs of oozing saliva coating Russell's face.

The creature didn't want to eat him. It wanted to fuck him. A telltale, throbbing pillar was sliding free from the monster's fur, and Russell swallowed as he realized it was the creature's cock. Pointed and veiny, the creature's member stood proudly in the chilly air, a clear trail of slime running down its tip to mix with the mud below. A pulsating knot of flesh adorned the massive member's base, promising to break anyone daring to take it.

Terror drained from Russell's face once he realized that he wasn't going to wolf-food. With his healthy imagination, he'd explored similar situations to this, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined being fucked by a monster, alone in his bedroom at four AM while his hand flew up and down his cock. Still, that prodigious size gave him pause, and he wasn't sure whether he was willing to risk it.

It seemed that Russell didn't have a choice. The creature's maw enveloped his face, and that insistent tongue explored his mouth once again. This time, it pushed him to the mud below, its claws surprisingly gentle as they scrabbled at his clothes. Russell could feel his member rising, and he relaxed into the tongue's drooling exploration, his body quivering under the creature's touch and his lips softly suckling at the slippery muscle.

The wide, dextrous tongue left his mouth once his clothes were in tatters in the mud, slurping its way over his exposed body and leaving a rapidly-cooling train of viscous drool along his chest, his stomach, then enveloped his cock in hot, silky, and wet glory. His hips bucked instinctively, rolling his cockhead along the appendage even as a groan left his slime-coated mouth. Fuck, that felt good. And it only grew more insistent, lapping over his cock and balls with expert, drooling attention, until he felt tense with the promise of orgasm.

The release that Russell craved never came, and just before his needy member would release its sticky payload, that tongue let his shaft, meandering its way lower to invade his ass. Russell's eyes shut tight as he felt that slithering muscle slurp and slide over his clenching star, then gasped as the thick drool coating allowed it to roll past the barrier and fill his inner walls with its questing length. Russell felt raw pleasure searing through his body, thrashing in the mud and bucking his hips as clawed hands held him in place, his drooling cock twitching in the air, untouched, while teeth dug into the soft expanse of his pillowy behind.

The creature pulled away, and Russell almost begged for its touch to return before he felt a pointed tip slide awkwardly into place against his ring. His face clenched as the massive cock began its slow entrance into his depths, pain replacing the pleasure the creature's talented tongue gave him. Feeling as if he was being torn apart from the inside, he didn't struggle. He wanted, no, needed the werewolf as much as it seemed to crave him. If he just held on, the pain would subside.

Within moments, the bulbous knot firmly pressed against Russell's entrance. Thankfully, the creature's drool did marvelous work, and a pleasant fullness replaced the burning pain within moments. Russell was nearly begging as he looked down at the bulge from the creature's cock, highlighted in his stomach. "Please. Fuck me." Though he wasn't sure if the werewolf understood English, he needed it. He needed to feel that cock ruining him.

As if the creature understood his desperation, it pulled its member, one aching inch at a time, from Russell's clenching hole, then, just as it seemed as if it would leave him gaping, empty, and wanting, it shoved its entire length in, to the start of its knot. Russell groaned in ecstasy as the creature began to hammer into him with rough, body-shaking thrusts that forced him back into the mud. As if his entire body was a bundle of pleasured nerves, each wet, squishing movement made him squirm under the creature's laboring body, his face contorting and groaning out breathy sighs.

Pain seared through the pleasure Russell was drowning in, and he felt the white-hot sensation of teeth in his shoulder and the aching stretch of his hole. The monster was attempting to breach his ass with that bulbous knot, though it wasn't having much luck. Molten cum poured forth from that throbbing canine cock moments later, and Russell felt his stomach swell slightly with the creature's spend. His cock erupted between their sweaty, rain-drenched bodies, though its payload was significantly less impressive.

The werewolf collapsed on top of Russell's vulnerable body, and he could feel the creature's orgasm slowing to soft spurts and gentle twitches within his stuffed hole. The muck around him was surprisingly comfortable. He gripped the creature's midsection and let his eyes close, drifting off to sleep before the sex-crazed wolf could remove its heated tool from his stretched orifice.

When he awoke, the sky above was gone, and the weight of the creature's furred body was absent. He shivered in the night air and sat up with shaky arms. A soft gush of the creature's seed leaving his abused, gaping hole reminded him of his earlier encounter. Before he could get his bearings, he heard the soft patter of footsteps, and a distinctly human pair of legs entered his view. Following them up, over an impressive but limp cock, over scarred, muscular, and dirty skin, then up to a stoic face framed by large, fluffy lupine ears, he felt a twitch in his spent member.

The newcomer spoke in halting, simple words. "You, Mate. Mine." and pointed to Russell's stomach with a clawed hand. He realized this must be the creature that fucked him so thoroughly in the forest. He wondered if the man was just as capable in this form, and he felt his ass twitch softly, as if in agreement.

"I'm yours? Does that mean you're claiming me?" He managed to croak out in a hoarse whisper. The idea wasn't repugnant. He enjoyed himself with the man's more beastly counterpart, and the wild man before him was his type. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Before he could further inquire, Russell felt a warm trickle of liquid across his cheek. His face flushed when he looked up at the werewolf and noticed the yellow stream leaving that mouthwatering member. The hunk was pissing on him! Though he knew he should be disgusted, Russell's lust-addled brain had other ideas, and he felt his member stiffen to stand under the golden stream. It seemed his body was embracing the idea of being the creature's mate.

Demanding hands drew Russell's head closer, and he looked up at the grunting werewolf with half-lidded eyes as that fountaining tip teased at his lips. He couldn't resist the man's musk and allowed his lips to open, catching the acrid, bitter stream across his tongue. Soft but stiffening, the man's member invaded his mouth, and he forced himself to swallow the piss. His tongue teased at the amorous lupine's shaft, and it grew until he couldn't fit the whole length in his mouth, sucking the last few drops from the man's twitching tip once it reached full mast. Stoic grey eyes stared down into his green ones, and it was as if he turned to putty in the man's hands.

Fuck, he was acting slutty. Something about the werewolf's simplistic and blunt approach awakened something in him, and he just wanted to allow him to use his body in any way he pleased. He sucked softly at the man's cock until it pulled with a pop from his lips, suppressing a soft whimper for more.

"Good Mate. Good with his mouth." The wolfman growled out through clenched teeth, sliding his slippery tip over Russell's lips and letting the man's tongue roll over his exposed glans. Unlike his beastly counterpart, he was more gentle, and as Russell softly licked along the shaft, a smile broke through the stoic man's expressionless features. He placed his hands on the wall above the kneeling human and spread his legs, his musky package on display for Russell's appreciation. "Lope." The man proclaimed, pointing to his chest. Maybe it was his name?

Lope. It was nice to know the name of the man Russell was servicing. As his tongue roamed over Lope's musky, unwashed balls, cleaning them and drawing them in for a loving suckle, he etched his lover's name into his brain.

Softly, he cleaned every inch of the werewolf's package, drawing thick trails of rich, oozing pre from the twitching shaft in front of his nose. Earthy musk that sent his head reeling drew him to Lope's messy tip, and as he licked the clear goo, he felt as if he were high from the sensory overload. Salty, with a hint of sweetness, the pre coated his tongue and rolled down his throat with ease, drawing a submissive moan from the kneeling human. It tasted better than his own, and he kicked himself for refusing this transcendent experience for so long. If he'd known sucking cock was this fun, he would have spent far more time on his knees and far less time at the office.

Before Lope could get impatient, Russell drew the slick, throbbing tip of the wolfman's member into his greedy mouth, closing his eyes and letting his tongue explore every inch he could. As if he were in a trance, he bobbed his head along the length of Lope's cock, taking the few inches he could fit before his gag reflex forced him to back off. Soft groans vibrated through the werewolf's throbbing cock, and it was clear from his panting face that his orgasm was close. Thin pre gave way to thicker seed, and Russell shoved his head forward to hilt the cock in his throat, gagging softly but stubbornly holding himself in place as he felt the wolfman's creamy discharge fill his stomach. Air be damned; he was going to get his due.

Lope was a breeder. Russell was forced to part with that fountaining cock before its flow petered off due to the sheer volume of cum erupting from its tip, and he could only nuzzle and lick under the head as it coated his skin in slick, sticky cum. Slick with mixed fluids, he stared up at his werewolf mate. The wolfman was panting, and Russell could tell that the orgasm, messy as it was, took a lot out of him.

Russell stood on shaky legs and melted into the lupine man's embrace, feeling a demanding pair of lips meet his own. As he had when they first met, Lope explored his mouth with his tongue, but this time, Russell returned the ravenous oral embrace, even softly biting at the man's lower lip. The dreamy feeling in his full stomach must be what love felt like, or at least intense lust. He could get used to it.

With Russell's impromptu cock worship out of the way, clawed hands tugged him further into the cave, and his shivering grew less pronounced as the mixed cum and urine dried on his skin. Seed still dripped down his leg, but most of it was left in a puddle at the cave's entrance, leaving his stomach feeling less stuffed. Pleasantly warm and dry, a rock shelf with a ratty, musk-laden blanket strewn across it greeted Russell's tired gaze. He climbed onto it without complaint, and as his new mate joined him, he mused that it was far more comfortable than his old king-size bed had ever been. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, the earthy-smelling werewolf gripping his midsection and nuzzling his nose into Russell's neck. He could get used to this.

When Russell awoke from his post-coital nap, his bladder was screaming at him. Deciding that it was rude to let it go in Lope's home, he extricated himself from the wolf's affectionate embrace and shuffled to the cave's entrance. As his cock unleashed a golden flood on a nearby plant, the former office worker mulled over the night's events and felt his member grow hard in his grip. He wasn't homesick, and luckily his first encounter was with Lope, not some other monster. Maybe he could be happy here?

A yawn broke his chain of thought. Lope stood next to him, scratching his impressive balls and letting his stream aim at Russell's target. He was marking him again, no doubt. Plump and half hard in the mid-day sun, the werewolf's juicy cock made Russell's mouth water. Before he could act on the thoughts racing through his head, he felt his stomach protest, and one of Lope's ears twitched in his direction.

"Hungry?" The wolfman asked, then, at Russell's nod, grabbed his arm and tugged him through the trees. They arrived at a massive tree in a clearing, and the werewolf broke his hold on Russell's arm to climb its branches, his heavy cock and balls almost hypnotizing below his nude form, swaying in the golden sunlight. Again, Russell felt the urge to bury his face in the other man's package. As he contemplated that soft cock, the werewolf was gathering various colorful fruits from the tree's branches, and soon he hopped down and approached Russell with his fluffy grey tail wagging.

Taking one of the offered fruits, Russell sniffed it and was surprised to find that it smelled like a mix of citrus and apples, and when he bit into it, a sweet flavor filled his mouth. With the fruit's juices running down his chin, he tucked into it with gusto, and soon, all that was left was the brown stem at its apex.

Lope was far less graceful with his food, and most of the fruit ran down his chin and coated his muscular chest. It was endearing to watch him dig in, tail wagging and sharp teeth grinding the fruit to a pulp. It reminded Russell of a dog with its favorite treat. Of course, a dog wouldn't be dripping fruit juice down to rest on a big, floppy cock, but the similarity was there.

Before Lope finished his food, Russell found it impossible to resist another kiss and used his tongue to clean a trail of clear fruit juice from the werewolf's chin, then eagerly met his lips for a sweetened kiss. Greedy paws took hold of Russell's ass, and he could feel the man's massive, soft cock throb against his stomach as they embraced.

Russell didn't resist as the amorous werewolf pushed him to the ground and followed him down, leaning over his lesser frame with the same feral gleam in his eyes as the night before. Russell's greedy hands gripped at Lope's cock, tugging it gently and smearing it with mixed fruit juice and pre, as their lips locked once again.

Before long, Russell could feel that fat werewolf cock throbbing with need in his capable hands, and he lifted his hips to offer his swollen, sore hole. The first slick thrust hilted that turgid dick within him, and he moaned out against the feral man's lips with wild abandon. "Fuck me. Make me yours." He begged, and his words spurred the werewolf deeper with rough rutting strokes.

Despite the soreness in his inner walls, the wolf's cock felt perfect inside him. Everything melted away but the needy thrusts that sent strings of pre deep inside of him, and he let himself moan into the wolfman's greedy kisses. He wanted more of this sweaty, perfect fucking, more of Lope. Fuck going home. He would stay here, in this new world, until the day he died.

Lope finished inside of him within moments this time, and he wrapped his legs around the lupine's hips, demanding every drop. Unlike their first meeting, the werewolf was gentle when he tugged his cock from Russell's dripping hole. Russell gave the wolfman's ass a squeeze when he rolled off and drew him into another sloppy kiss. "God, you're good at that."

Lope seemed proud and returned Russell's affection with just as much ardor. As Russell's hand stroked his half-hard cock he sighed, rolling onto his back and letting the human milk the last dregs of seed from him. "Glad. Want to keep Mate happy." he closed his eyes as gentle, slick, rhythmic strokes rolled across his soft, limp cock, and Russell relaxed into his embrace, still holding that prodigious member loosely in one hand.