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With new mouths to feed, Russell worried about his growing population. Ko's small vegetable garden, alongside Lope's foraging and the occasional wild game, let them live in comfort. Still, if he wanted the town to grow, he would need to establish trade.

Brigirth's past creations provided a solution. His armor and weapons seemed to be of the highest quality, and the dragon's puffed-out chest showed pride in his work when Russell suggested selling them to fund their little paradise. "Only the best for Master! If you help me get more materials, I can create as many masterpieces as you could ever need." Of course, he was just as invested in their prosperity as Russell. A growing population meant more to use and abuse him. No doubt he was already daydreaming about exotic cock.

Durz was kind enough to construct a wagon to load the dragon's creations into, but there was still the question of who would pull the heavy load. As Russell stared at the heavy vehicle, he heard soft thudding steps behind him, and Hugh poked his shoulder. The shy minotaur flexed one arm, then pointed at the wagon. He wasn't comfortable forcing anyone to work for him, but the minotaur's sweet smile dispelled any thoughts of taking advantage of him. Helpful as he was around town, it was no surprise that he volunteered. What an angel.

After Durz improvised some leather loincloths to cover their modesty, Russell's small party was ready for their mercantile trip. Hugh took hold of the wagon while Lope sat at Russell's side in the front, and the manticore, alongside his ever-present kitsune companion, rode in the back.

The couple had insisted on coming along as security, as there was no way to know how larger human settlements would react to monsters in their midst. Peak was certainly imposing enough with his wicked stinger, and Nimei was far more capable than his petite beauty revealed. The small kitsune was a talented mage, weaving silvery fire magic as heated as it was beautiful.

Russell felt a small amount of anxiety as they neared the town he'd entered all those months ago. He didn't want to sell Brigirth's goods at a dirt-cheap price, but could anyone in that small village even afford the dragon's gem-studded wares? The dragon had assured him that he could mass-produce everything he sent with him, but could he? It looked like it would be right at home in the end-game stages of an RPG game. He supposed there was no use worrying. He'd have to take the dragon at his word.

Curious gazes followed their wagon into town, and as people left their homes and turned from the small market stalls, appreciative murmurs rippled through the growing crowd. It seemed the demand for Brigirth's creations would be higher than Russell could have hoped, and among the mob, he could see several people with weapons and armor that looked in serious need of repair.

A rugged-looking man with a full dark brown beard stepped forward, his eyes twinkling. "Goddamn, kid. Where'd you get this loot? Did you wander into an ancient royal treasury or something?" He took hold of one of the glittering short swords, gracefully handed to him by Nimei's pale hands, and gave it an experimental swing. "Perfect balance... Are these magic?" He ran his finger over one of the glittering gems near the hilt and started when the sword crackled with electricity. He stared at the blade with wide-open eyes, then dug in his pockets, pulling out a huge bag of coins. "N-Nine gold pieces enough? Fuck. Take it all." He stepped away with his prize, tossing the entire purse to Russell's surprised hands.

Nine gold coins? From Russell's limited experience, that was a small fortune. Currency in this world consisted of four denominations. Intricately decorated coins sorted into bronze, silver, gold, then platinum, with each tier consisting of 100 of the previous type of coin. Judging by the cost of his clothes the last time he visited the town (Only two silver for enough clothing to cover two people, alongside a sizable blanket.) Brigirth's creations were worth years of savings. Just how rich was this trip going to make all of them? He wondered if he could buy a kingdom rather than build one.

More calloused men and women shoved forward through the crowd to try out Russell's wares, and the pile of coins at Russell's feet grew while his stock dwindled. Nearly half of his stock was gone before the crowd dispersed, and he needed Hugh's help to load the heavy coins into the back of the wagon. Thankfully the massive minotaur was strong enough to carry the increased weight, and he seemed happy enough to work for his smaller friends.

They were about to move on when their first customer caught Russell's attention with a cough. He grinned wide, and under the man's rough-and-tumble appearance, Russell could see a hint of genuine respect shining through his intelligent eyes. "Kid, do you know who made this sword? I'd love to meet them. I've been a mercenary for damn near fifteen years, and I've only seen this level of quality on Noble brats who don't know their ass from their elbows." His eagerness seemed like an opportunity. If they could introduce his monstrous village to the outside world, it would normalize them in the public eye, and they would become less vulnerable to banditry.

The enthusiastic mercenary jumped into the back of the wagon, and Russell saw Nimei greet him with a soft touch on his bulging bicep while Peak pretended he couldn't see. As a flush colored the human's cheeks, the kitsune rubbed his cheek against the man's muscle with a wordless smirk. Those two were incorrigible, but as the mercenary didn't pull away from the boy's touch, he must be enjoying the attention. Would this be how he acclimated the world to monster presence? One seduction at a time? The thought was promising.

The next village was unknown to Russell, but he knew that their home was on the way, so he decided to rest and drop off some of the day's profits before his next mercantile trip. As the forest faded back and their little community materialized, he heard a soft whistle behind him.

"This is... How long has this place existed?" The mercenary was in awe of their small village, and his jaw dropped as he noticed its inhabitants going about their day (Which, of course, involved quite a lot of uncouth behavior and very little clothing.) "Are you a beast tamer? I thought monsters fought to the death when they encountered other species." His pants were tented as he watched Durz intently slurping Ashix's left cock in the midday sun. The naga winked as he noticed his audience.

Russell shrugged. "I haven't tamed any of them. They're my friends. So many of them have been through so much, and I decided to help them." He patted Hugh's cheek, letting the minotaur draw him into a soft hug while the amazed human watched. As the hulking cowman smiled and set him down, Russell waved his hand in a sweeping gesture. "All of this is because of them. We worked together and made a home where anyone can be happy."

Brigirth sauntered over with a cocky grin on his toothy maw. "Master! How did it go? Were my creations to the humans' liking? Did I do good?" His tail swept the ground, and a trail of goo at the corner of his mouth revealed his recent exploits, alongside his dripping flaccid shaft. What a slutty first impression. Russell approved.

Russell introduced the nude dragon to his mercenary fan, to the grizzled human's surprise, "This dragon is your weapon's creator. Before I found him, he was a lonely blacksmith in the mountains and churned out weapons and armor to pass the time." He twisted the dragon's nipple, and the submissive scaled man gave a soft moan, his tongue hanging out. "He's much happier now with the rest of us to keep him company." As he petted the dragon, his thumb slipped into that scaly maw, and the shuddering dragon sucked on it, whimpering when it slid from his scaly muzzle. His knees seemed weak just from the touch, and his eyes were half-lidded.

The mercenary shook Brigirth's hand with an excited expression, launching into a speech about how much he respected the dragon, among other things. At the dragon's confused look, the mercenary looked to Russell. "Doesn't he speak common? I just thought- Well, they seem to understand you."

Russell shrugged. "I don't think so. I'm just as confused as you are. I can understand and speak with humans without trouble, and they all seem to understand each other around me, but most of them don't speak Common." He didn't know how any of his powers worked; That was the truth. If only this sort of thing came with a manual.

The mercenary seemed disappointed, but Russell translated his words to the dragon, and Brigirth puffed out his chest. The dragon eyed the mercenary's softening bulge with a hunger that Russell couldn't ignore. Should he let him act on it? Perhaps that was an even better way to strengthen human relations with his little community.

Slyly, he stepped behind the mercenary and tugged at his trousers, pooling them at his feet. A triumphant grin painted across his face as the dragon's eyes widened, and the man froze, his expression turning to embarrassment. "Even though he can't understand you, I know one thing he does understand. Brigirth, how about you show our guest some hospitality?" He slapped the mercenary on one hairy ass cheek, making the man yelp.

Slutty as ever, the dragon was on his knees and breathing in the man's cock musk within seconds. His dutiful tongue slid out over unwashed balls, and he shuddered as he ran the slippery muscle from the man's sweat-coated taint to the tip of his slowly stiffening cock. Based on the rapid stiffening of the mercenary's tanned cock, his oral manipulations were as good as always.

"I-I- Wait- Right here?" The mercenary tried to squirm away, but Brigirth's talented mouth was too good, and as it enveloped his endowment, he could only buck his hips softly. His eyes drifted closed as Brigirth set to work, and his protests stopped. "Fuck, man. How is he so good at this?" Calloused hands drifted to the dragon's horns, drawing a loving growl from the submissive dragon's stuffed maw.

Russell threw his arm around the mercenary's shoulder with an amiable grin, watching the man's nine inches of thick meat slide in and out of the dragon's lips. "He's had plenty of practice. Honestly, we all have. We aren't afraid to show our affection." He punctuated his speech with a long, passionate kiss with the werewolf at his other side, squeezing the mercenary's shoulder.

The newcomer was in heaven. His calloused hands gripped Brigirth's horns tightly, and as wet, slurping licks worshipped his sweat-covered cock, he stuffed himself deep into the dragon's yielding throat. Rather than allowing him to bob his head, the mercenary forced Brigirth to take every inch, and Russell could hear a contented rumble from his stretched lips. His thrusts grew erratic as dragon drool dripped from his swinging balls, and Russell could see his eyes shut tight.

Russell heard the dragon gulping the newcomer's seed within seconds, and he reached down to squeeze the man's sculpted, hairy ass. "He's a very good boy, you know. He lets you do anything you want to him. Isn't that right, Brigirth?" He petted the dragon's talented muzzle as the slutty man nodded, still eagerly milking the mercenary's cock with soft sucks. Those pretty golden eyes practically begged for more.

"Fuck. Goddamn, how much to buy a house here?" The mercenary tugged his half-hard cock from the dragon's mouth with a suction-filled slurp and turned to Russell with his pants around his ankles. "I'll throw in my services for free. Guard duty and all that." It was a tempting offer, and based on the hungry gazes the human was getting from Nimei and Peak, he would fit right in. Fuck it, why not?

Russell accepted with a grin. Monsters or humans, why did it matter? Everyone was equal in his mind. Plus, it would be nice to have someone capable of protecting his friends while he was away. He shook the mercenary's hand, ignoring the absurdity of his waddling gait with pants still around his ankles combined with his still drooling half-hard cock.

Grom, the mercenary, settled right into everyday life. Though he couldn't understand the other inhabitants, they had no qualms about making their desires known. That hairy ass bounced in the air as he put his endowment to work on various willing rears, and his hard-earned muscle received even more attention than his prodigious length. Russell was almost jealous.

From Grom's stories, Russell was able to piece together more of this world's history. Monsters' treatment wasn't always as horrific as it currently was, and their current exile and shunning were due to a centuries-long war that ended a hundred years before Russell ever set foot in Lope's forest. The human government wanted the land that the monsters occupied, so the sapient among them united to fight for their homes. Bloody and broken, their desperate defense fell, and they migrated onto limited lands, ever-shrinking. As the years went by, humans treated them as enemies, much like their mindless counterparts. To survive, they became reclusive and hostile.

Knowing all of this made the image in front of Russell quite heartwarming. Grom sat a few feet from Russell with his legs over the side of the bath, and between his legs, Nimei's soft lips were teasing the human's hard cock. Peak was softly groping the man's hairy ass, and the two were engaged in a drooling kiss while Grom's fingers explored Peak's tawny hole.

As Russell watched, the human's hard cock pulsed, and Nimei's soft hands coaxed streams of seed to coat his delicate features, his tongue hanging out to catch some of the mercenary's thick spend. Once his face dripped with creamy seed, he abandoned the human's tanned cock, rolling his soft mouth onto Peak's throbbing shaft.

It seemed the couple had welcomed the mercenary into their play. Judging by the mercenary's fingers pumping into Peak's ass and his insistent kiss, he enjoyed every second of their combined affections. Now that he could clean himself more often, he looked far less rough and even handsome. A well-groomed beard, combined with his hairy muscles and playful brown eyes, made him quite a catch. Village life agreed with him.

Lope caught him staring. A playful growl sounded in his ear, and he felt the man's weight against him. He wrapped his legs around the wolf's waist in lazy acceptance while the wolf's needy shaft spread him open. He would never deny the werewolf his right. After all, it was thanks to Lope that he could enjoy the rest of this world.

After a few days' rest, it was time for the next leg of their journey. The sight of Grom waving alongside the rest of the inhabitants warmed Russell's heart, and he wondered if he should look for more good men to join his community. This world would be a better place if he could introduce more people to the diverse family he was building. If only he could find a way to break the language barrier. Maybe he should buy some beginner's books on the language and see if Grom could teach the others.

From the back of the wagon, he could hear Nimei's voice cheerfully drifting on the warm spring air. "Human cock is better than I thought it would be. Those bandits didn't smell nearly as good as Grom." A glance showed the kitsune sitting on Peak's lap, softly playing with the lion man's chest. They were both clothed for the journey, and as usual, they only seemed to have eyes for each other. "It's too bad I couldn't let him fuck me before we left. That stretch would have been so nice." He smirked as the lion squirmed under him. It was clear that Nimei had Peak wrapped around his little finger, and the manticore wouldn't have it any other way.

Peak growled softly and guided the kitsune's hands to his shoulders, their mouths nearly meeting. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" His hands wandered down over the kitsune's clothed rear, and the squeeze showed that his fingers wanted more. "Getting pounded into the floor and left sloppy and wet for me?" Demanding kisses broke the conversation, and they were silent except for soft moans and the rustle of fabric. Those two made other couples look frigid.

Russell shook off the arousal that the voyeuristic moment brought, turning his attention to the road in front of them. Hugh's back blocked most of his view, but the soft jiggle of the giant's bovine ass wasn't a bad replacement, and as he leaned into Lope's chest, he daydreamed of licking the beads of sweat currently rolling down the minotaur's back to pool between his cheeks, under his loincloth. Russell had to reward the minotaur with some loving anal affection later.

Russell was on the edge of sneaking into the back of the wagon to stroke his cock and ease his debilitating arousal when the scenery on either side of the minotaur's body changed. He tucked his erection to the side with a grunt just as houses sprang up around him. Clamoring voices reminded him of home, and as he looked around, he was amazed at the sheer volume of people flowing through the streets. This place made the village near Lope's forest look like a suburb. If it weren't for the medieval style of the buildings, he could have easily mistaken this place for a city on his homeworld.

Hurrying to the central plaza, Russell set up their makeshift shop, spreading Brigirth's creations across a blanket on the dusty cobblestones. Strangely, they seemed to be ignored by the crowds of people. Were their wares commonplace here? As Russell looked around, it struck him that every other merchant stall had something to draw the eye. Jugglers, people handing out free samples, attractive women, or other eye-catching attempts littered the street, and it was no wonder that they couldn't drum up business. Did they have a gimmick they could exploit?

Nimei noticed their predicament, and he nimbly climbed onto Hugh's broad shoulders. Silvery threads slid from his fingers, and as Russell watched them dance through the air, impressed by the skill involved, the delicate flames burst into shimmering sparks above the wagon. Soft gasps rolled through the crowd, and he could see several people stepping forward to investigate.

Good boy, Nimei. Russell stepped forward to explain their wares, holding up Brigirth's handiwork and softly touching the gems inlaid in their shimmering frames. As various magic visibly infused the items, the crowd grew, and Russell was relieved. They'd sell all of their stock, and then he could look around for essentials. Ko could use more seeds for his garden, and he needed raw materials for Brigirth to convert into more items, among other things.

Their stock dwindled, and soon all that was left was a wagon full of coins and their supplies. Not too shabby. Brigirth would be pleased that his handiwork was such a hit. He'd be sure to bully the dragon later, just as he liked.

As he patted Hugh's cheek, about to ask him to start the journey home, he heard a growl behind him. Lope looked as if he was about to attack someone, and as Russell followed his gaze, he felt his blood boil in much the same way.

A whip cracked in the hands of a cruel man, raining down blows on a tall, thin rabbit man with the horns of a stag. Under his protectively hunched pose, Russell could see two shorter men, one with dull orange feathers caked with dirt and a bird-like face, and the other, a red-skinned man with ebony horns, collapse to the ground. All three were emaciated, and the chains dangling from their arms and legs showed they were likely prisoners. Every time Russell thought this world was mainly good, these egregious examples reminded him of its cruelty.

Rushing over before the slaver's whip could open another wound on the rabbit man's back, Russell caught the man's attention, resisting the urge to grab his wrist. "How much?!" He said hurriedly. He pointed to the horned rabbit and the two he was protecting. "How much to buy all three? Name your price."

Coins shined in the evil human's eyes, and with a short negotiation, he gave his charges to Russell. Wary amber eyes stared at him from within the rabbit's clenched face, but as he sniffed the air, a bit of confusion crossed his expression. Russell's unique talent was doing its work, and he gently reached down to the feathered man below him, dragging him to his feet and supporting him on the short walk back to their wagon. Lope followed suit with the red-skinned man, and the emaciated rabbit followed behind.

Peak rushed over as soon as he noticed the new arrivals, and he took the limp bird from Russell with gentle hands, loading him into the back of the wagon, where Nimei let his head rest on his lap, his pale hands cupping the bird's face to keep him still. The others climbed in alongside him, and Russell joined them once he instructed Hugh to head home. They needed to hurry.

Orange feathers felt hot to the touch, and as Russell looked over the poor bird's face, he thought he knew what was wrong with him. Heatstroke. He needed fluids immediately. Thankfully, they had waterskins in the wagon. He didn't want the poor bird to choke, so he slipped off his shirt, dipping it in water to use it as a drip-feeder. He massaged the poor bird's throat until he felt weak swallows while the feverish bird mumbled something incoherent.

During Russell's gentle treatment of the bird's ailment, the rabbit man watched with clenched fists, his mouth trembling. A hoarse, shaking voice broke his silence. "Why are you helping us?" Tears fell from the rabbit's face, and he looked down at his shackles as they fell to his dirty, matted fur. "Is this some sort of trick? Do you want to get our hopes up so that it's more fun to break us?" Russell's heart broke for him, and if not for the bird he was tending to, he would have tried to embrace the hopeless lagomorph.

Peak was the first to comfort him, his clawed hands stroking over the rabbit's thin arm. "That's just who he is. I felt the same way when they found me, but I promise they're good people. Not all humans are evil." His strong arm wrapped around the horned rabbit's shoulders and pulled him closer. Russell felt a strange pride in his show of compassion.

Once the bird's panting slowed and he slipped into a troubled sleep on Nimei's lap, Russell checked on the third captive. The red-skinned man's chest moved, but the breaths that left his mouth were shallow and gurgling. Wracking coughs left his parted lips, and it was clear that he was very ill. Russell could only prop him up and hope that Ko would know what to do.

Hugh flew down the path home at breakneck speed, nearly sending the wagon flying several times but making record time. When they reached the edge of the town, Ko was thankfully nearby, enjoying the pleasant day alongside Brigirth, both sunning themselves in an open spot. Russell jumped from the wagon and rushed to the fatherly tanuki, dragging him over to the sick newcomers.

"Oh, you poor boys." The tanuki rubbed a hand over the struggling red-skinned man's glistening forehead. "I think I can help you." At his prompting, Brigirth sprinted off, returning shortly with a handful of varying leaves and a steaming metal cup. His soft stomach cradled the red-skinned man's head as he stirred several varied leaves into the heated water. "That's it. Breathe it in." He softly rubbed the struggling man's chest, holding the cup below his nose. An acrid scent wafted from the cup's contents, and Russell didn't envy anyone that had to drink from it.

Wracking coughs left the man's lips, and thick globs of phlegm rolled down his cheeks. The patient tanuki wiped away the vile substance as it came, and within a few moments, the sick man was breathing far more evenly. His eyes fluttered open as the tanuki brought the cup to his lips, struggling before relaxing in the older man's firm grip. Soft gulps were coaxed down his throat by patient fingers, though his face twisted at the apparent taste of the concoction. "A bit of fever reducer, some decongestant, and a hint of pain reliever. He should be fine in a few days." The tanuki smiled and stroked over his patient's more serene expression, letting him rest on that pillowy belly. Brigirth brought him a cloth and wiped the sickness from his arm's fur, but he seemed unbothered by the sensation. Instead, he only had eyes for his patient, and his concerned gaze brought to mind a concerned father caring for their sick child.

The tanuki turned his attention to the other two next, still cradling the sleeping man. "Heat sickness, right? Cool water on his head and keep him in the shade. If we can cool him down, he'll be fine. You did well to give him water when you did." He nodded to Russell, then turned his attention to the swaying rabbit. "And as for this one, one of you should take him to the bathhouse and clean his wounds. Infections are a serious concern."

Nimei and Peak took the dazed rabbit away, and Russell winced as he saw the crimson streaks along the rabbit's back. Deep and oozing, the wounds looked like they would take longer to close than even Peak's had. He should have punched that tyrant in the face after he paid him.

A soft, musical groan alerted the human to the bird's awakening. His overheated head had transferred from Nimei's lap to Russell's when the kitsune ran off with the rabbit. Confused crimson eyes looked up at him, and a hoarse whisper that Russell could barely hear croaked from the heat-stricken bird's throat "Where... Where am I?" A soft touch to his cheek quieted his weak struggles, and unfocused red eyes stared up at Russell. A goofy grin showed on his face, and he spoke again, "Am I pretty?"

The dirty orange feathers were far from attractive, but Russell thought it would be a bad idea to disparage the sick bird. "Your beauty blinds me. The prettiest bird in all the land." He said with all the sincerity he could muster. He could hear Lope snicker next to him, but the bird's eyes brightened, and his grin widened.

"I like you... You're nice." Delirious as he was, it was a sweet sentiment, and as the bird's eyes fluttered closed, Russell could see the barest smile on his face. Those dirty orange feathers pressed against Russell's hand, and it was clear his touch was comforting the abused bird.

The rabbit's two friends were up and moving within the next few days, though they needed help to get around. The rest of the community pitched together to take care of each in shifts, and before long, their weak, scared shells were starting to fall away and reveal their personalities.

Buck, the lagomorph, was still shy and reserved, but he demanded access to his friends, and when he saw their improved states, he broke down, gathering them both to his chest. They must have bonded during their time in imprisonment.

The wariness in the lanky lagomorph's eyes slowly faded over time, and before his second week was over, he was like a new man. In particular, Buck seemed to be most comfortable with Peak, and the two spent most days discussing the town's security alongside Nimei and Grom. He could speak common, so his presence was a godsend for Grom, and he would translate for the three, though he still seemed too shy to join in with their threesomes. Still, it was lovely to see despair leave his face in favor of a slight smile.

Luminos, the phoenix, was enamored with their bathhouse, and you'd be hard-pressed to pull him away from primping and preening himself all day long. Cocky and vain, the easiest way to his heart was to compliment him. One 'you're pretty,' and he'd be on the complimenter's lap with a hungry stare demanding to know their favorite part of him. Honestly, his vanity was endearing rather than annoying, and Russell was sure that he'd grow on everyone.

Ollie was a demon, as Russell soon found out. Recovering from his sickness within a week under Ko's kind care, he spent most of his time with Ashix. Ollie shared the dominant snake's interests, and it became clear that his favorite activities usually involved ropes or chains. As soon as someone allowed him free reign, he'd tie their extremities together and spend the next few hours milking them until they begged him to stop. Ashix satisfied his submissive side, and the demon was one of the few that could squeeze affection from the naga's hard, unyielding body. Of course, it helped that Ollie was willing to indulge the naga's need for rough, hard sex.

Russell was glad for the new arrivals. It was a special feeling to belong somewhere, and after their suffering, they deserved every bit of happiness they could take. Their laughing faces around the fire, eating, and talking to their heart's content, were everything to him.

Later, Russell realized he'd lost track of the date. Above him, a full moon shined, and a lustful growl alerted him to Lope's presence. He petted over the feral werewolf's hunched form, scratching under his chin. His transformations were much calmer these days, though he was just as needy. With soft hands, he led the drooling wolf to their cave. He had an idea that Lope would probably enjoy.

Durz had scrounged up more of that miracle lube, and he was more than willing to share some of his stores. He took up one of the beads, pressing it to his rear entrance and slowly pressing it into his inner walls as the werewolf's panting grew more pronounced. The werewolf knew what those beads were for, of course. While waiting for the bead to melt, he guided the wolf to their stone bed and met that slobbering tongue with eager lips. He'd grown to love the wolfman's demanding sloppy kisses in this form.

Greedy and slimy, that tongue invaded his mouth, and the werewolf's maw pressed his head back against the warm stone beneath him. Bestial paws took hold of his hips, lifting them until the pointed canine tip of that massive cock threatened his entrance, stabbing forward with insistent pressure. Impossibly sick as the lube made him, there was no resistance, and before long, that fat knot pressed insistently against his clenching hole.

There was no pain in the sudden penetration. Rather than the burning sting of the stretch, all Russell felt was a growing pleasure that intensified with every inch of wolf cock that invaded his accomodating hole. Heat spread through his needy innards, clenching against the werewolf's cock, and he felt he would lose his mind from the sheer pleasure coursing through him.

Deep growls spread through the bestial wolf's body, and his thrusts threatened to send the human through the floor with body-shaking force. The lube's aphrodisiac effect kicked in, and as he started to pound into Russell's greedy ass with wild abandon, the knot was beginning to slip through. Sharp but gentle, his teeth dug into the human's shoulder, and then that fat bulb of flesh popped in as if by magic.

Russell could only moan and keep his legs spread wide for the werewolf's shallow thrusts, feeling the knotted spire pulse within his gripping hole and release its thick spend. Pink and flaccid, his cock had gone soft from the intense feelings radiating from his inner walls, but a thick drool of cum rolled from the tip over the slight swell of his stomach.

Lope was far from done. No sooner had his cock finished firing off the first round of his virile cream than he started to thrust again with renewed vigor. The bulbous knot stretched Russell's hole, then, with a wet squish, popped free, only to be shoved home. This rough treatment would continue with every thrust until Russell's poor hole was too spread to resist any longer, and the knot felt no resistance. Through finish after finish, that cock ruined Russell's asshole, leaving it puffed, leaking, and oversensitive, with a clear view into the human's most intimate parts through his gaped entrance.

It wasn't until morning that the thrusts stopped. Lope's transformation ended just as his cock finally slipped from Russell's hole, and the two were left panting in each other's embrace. The cave's floor sloshed with copious wolf cream, and they could both barely move. Lope murmured, "Love Mate." before exhaustion overcame him, and he fell asleep on top of Russell's rounded stomach, joined shortly by his dazed lover.