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Arxl stalked through the woodland. The forest was lush with the spring bloom of lavender, hyacinth, and wisteria. Pale violet blossoms adorned every bush and branch and spiraled in the breeze. The overpowering floral fragrance dulled his ability to track by scent, but at least the light of the full moon made it easy to see. Still, he needed senses sharper than his prey's if his hunt was to be successful. That was a tall order given the quarry. He knelt low and inspected the earth. His azure eyes darted about, searching for signs. A muddy paw print. A snapped twig. A tuft of coarse fur. Anything.

He gripped his hatchet and flintlock in his gloved paws. The latter had its hammer already cocked and a single silver bullet lodged in its barrel. The curse of lycanthropy had reared its ugly head once more. Any fur with even a drop of wolf's blood in their veins could become afflicted with no more than a bite. As such, the hunter needed to be particularly cautious. He may only have been half wolf, but he was fully susceptible to the curse.

Lycanthropy lit a blazing fire in the soul of any infected lupine. That inferno ignited their passions, making them less able to reign in their baser emotions. It filled them with both a savage rage and a carnal lust. Each was hard enough to resist on its own, but when the moon was full, the curse also caused their body to transform into a more primordial visage of itself- hulking and stuck in a transitory state between bipedal and quadrupedal with only the dimmest flicker of their original spirit left behind. They'd enter a destructive rampage. Days later, they'd awaken, lost and naked. and have to stumble home thinking of the best excuse they could muster for their absence.

Being a werewolf was a death sentence. There was no cure, save for a painful end by a silver weapon. It's said that only silver could pierce the beasts' hides when the full moon is out, and Arxl had never been willing to tempt fate by trying otherwise. The crown employed renegades and mercenaries like him to track down and eliminate any who had the curse before they destroyed entire villages.

A werewolf had been menacing a local hamlet, and the hunter had been called upon him to see it dispatched. The wolf, Jasmine, the villagers had called her solemnly, was the daughter of a well respected local blacksmith. She was only a young maiden of twenty winters and still virginal. Arxl sincerely doubted that last part, but rural elders always seemed to underestimate the sexual impulses of youth. The expert tracker wasn't about to make such a comment to a grieving father. The township still thought of her as one of their own despite the dour situation. Arxl knew that you had to think of them as creatures- as monsters- or you could never do what needed to be done.

Suddenly, his ears perked up as he heard a low howl carried on the wind. It was followed by a huff. A snarl of exertion. It wasn't terribly far off. The wolfox stayed low, carefully placing his foot-paws between any leaves or debris that would alert his game as he crept closer. From the sound of it, it seemed that she might have already been injured or frightened, with gasping breaths and whimpers becoming increasingly common as he approached. He lurked at the edge of a clearing in the forest, where moonlight beamed down unfettered by the boughs of oak and elm. Amidst the verdant backdrop of white and purple flowering plants was his target.

The vision shocked him. He barely managed to stifle his gasp by dropping his ax onto a mossy patch of ground and cupping his paw over his muzzle.

The beast- Jasmine- was hunched forward and away from his vantage point, chest heaving with each panting breath. She supported herself with one paw against the trunk of an old, gnarled tree whose branches were lazily shedding petals. Her claws rent into its ancient bark. The shredded remains of what must've once been her clothes hung in loose tatters about her physique, leaving her effectively nude. She had lost much of her voluptuous curves during her transformation into a monster, but with her midnight-black fur shining in the twilight, she was still beautiful in a primitive way. Her full, fluffy tail was stiff and curled up toward the small of her back. Her legs were splayed wide with her toes digging into the loam. Arxl thought that it was almost as if she were presenting to him. His gaze lingered on her swollen, spade-shaped vulva. It glistened wetly, visibly throbbing with her pulse.

Jasmine's free paw was between her thighs with two long fingers buried in her pussy to the knuckle. Her powerful haunches worked to grind her digits deeper into her vagina with wanton need. She unleashed a throaty cry and squinted her eyes shut. Her whole body quaked as she massaged her clit. Her tongue lolled lasciviously out of the side of her muzzle.

Arxl was mesmerized by the scene unraveling before him. Somewhere, in the far reaches of his tactical mind, he knew she shouldn't smell him. He came from downwind. And if the flowers alone didn't cover his scent, the pungent aroma of her own arousal would. It teased his snout. It was an odor the wolfox was far from unfamiliar with, even if it held a more primal edge than he was used to.

She was in heat.

Her hormones raged, yearning to be quelled with a thick knot. Her potent pheromones wafted by the hunter; a siren's call for any red-blooded lupine, vulpine, or canine male. It was a heady scene. Intoxicating even. It was hard for an anthro in his prime to resist the natural perfume of a bitch in heat, and Jasmine's scent was more robust- more compelling- than that of any young lass he had ever sniffed out. While he usually preferred the company of other males, he wasn't picky. His travels had brought him to plenty of whorehouses throughout the kingdoms that were devoted to all sorts of desires.

Jasmine lifted one leg and flexed it. She trembled as she drove her fingers as deep she could into her tight, damp folds.

Arxl's mind clouded with desire for her. He tried to shake the urge free, but soon found himself fantasizing about being buried in her snatch. With either his tongue or his maleness, it didn't matter which. He eyed the precious shape of her raised footpaw (always a favorite feature of his). The curse-induced transformation made it nearly twice as large as it would normally be, with plush paw pads that deserved to be tasted and worshiped. And pressed against his face. He wanted to claim her, but also wanted to give himself to her. To serve her. To be used by her.

He knew that he should strike then, with the element of surprise on his side, but instead Arxl found himself quietly setting down his firearm and stripping his gloves from his paws. He was overcome with an unquenchable need. He unlaced his trousers and lowered them. His member had more than plumped from observing her. The splotchy, mottled pink of his erection was already entreating from its furry sheath. His shaft was the same fleshy hue as his paw pads and inner ears. He sat in the grass and languidly stroked himself to coax the remainder of his maleness free. It was mere heartbeats before he was fully hard and leaking a steady, watery trickle of precum. The clear fluid cascaded over his knuckles as he massaged the bulb at the base of his shaft. His knot fought to be free of his taut sheath. The hunter gently eased it out by bunching up the fur of his sheath around out. When it at last popped free, he gasped blissfully.

Jasmine's knifelike ears rotated back toward him at the sound. Her paw stopped rotating, fingers still stuffed inside her spade. She sniffed the air curiously, then angled her head back at Arxl, spying him on his rump with his pants in a haphazard bundle about his ankles through a gap in the foliage. Rather than striking while he was completely defenseless, she withdrew her paw with a wet _shlick _and placed it against the trunk next to its twin. Her urge to mate- no, to savagely rut - must be surpassing her bloodlust. She scratched her claws in ten clean lines down the tree to where the thick mass of roots slithered into the soil like tendrils. Jasmine raised her haunches high. She whimpered, wriggling her hips.

Arxl recognized an invitation when he saw one. Maybe it was the irresistible scent of her heat, but even with the extreme danger that he was in he still kicked off his breeches and shrugged away his cloak, gambeson, and shirt, leaving himself fully naked except for a silver charm on his throat and his sole concession to foppish fashion that was the pink silk ribbon tied about the base of his tail in a bow with long, trailing strands. The wolfox had a slender build with handsome, angular features, and arctic gray fur so soft it appeared almost snow dusted in the moonlight, save for the black of his paws, ear tufts, and tail tip that he had inherited for his vulpine side.

He crawled forward on his paws and knees, cautiously at first but picking up speed as he neared her. The sight of her, wild and free, and the smell of her, enticing and exotic, drove him on until he nearly scampered.

She elevated her leg again as Arxl drew close. He held the large, heavy foot paw like a treasure between his fingers, and rubbed his cheek and muzzle against it tenderly. The paw pads, wider than his own, were rough from sprinting through the wilderness. He kneaded them with his paws for almost a minute then gave into his urge to roll his tongue about them. He slurped aggressively until she finally planted her paw on the ground once more and hoisted her hindquarters. He stuck his nose against her dripping vagina and inhaled her essence. Tentatively, he tasted her entrance with a flicker of his tongue. He lapped at it again, longer and slower this time. He was rewarded by a gush of wetness. He savored her sweet nectar and thrust his tongue into her as far as he could, letting it writhe about within her and pressing against her walls. She whined and squirmed, pressing her velvety flesh back into his face.

He enthusiastically lapped at her quivering vulva. The hunter distantly wondered if he was infecting himself in some way. If a bite was only a medium to transmit blood or saliva, then her delectable honey on his tongue could be every bit as volatile. He dismissed the anxiety, lost too deep in the miasma of lust. He didn't cease until his thrumming rod could be denied no more. Arxl climbed up behind her and placed his own paw on the damaged tree for support. His free paw clutched Jasmine's left hip. He felt the contours of her anatomy beneath her fur, still far closer to an anthro than a beast. She chuffed, her vocal chords too distorted by the transformation to produce coherent speech, but her meaning was quite clear.

Arxl lined his erection up with her entrance. It was still dribbling pre. The form of his lupine member was perfectly shaped for her and he slid into her like a sword into its scabbard. Her moist heat enveloped him, squeezing down around his invading penis. He buried himself nearly to the base. Only his girthy knot was still exposed to the cool, evening breeze. He withdrew until less than an inch remained in her and hilted himself again. Everytime he drew his cock back Jasmine's vagina pulled with him slightly before letting go. He soon entered a rhythm where he pistoned in and out at a breakneck pace. Perspiration beaded on his chest and brow. He dug his claws into her hip and closed his eyes. The mercenary hunched forward and drove in deeper, harder, and faster. He ground his knot against her triangular hole, forcing it to spread to accommodate him. His breath hitched. His sac and gut drew tight.

His knot was halfway in. Jasmine was stretched to the widest point. She craned her neck to the sky and howled a rapturous cry to the heavens as the wolfox's bulb crossed the point of no return. It swelled against her insides and tied them together. The werewolf fidgeted, pulling on Arxl's cock and forcing him over the edge. He experienced the most powerful climax of his life.

His length spasmed, pulsating in the werewolf's pussy and unleashing a torrent of cum. Arxl's entire body was wracked with pleasure. He puffed out heaving breaths, moaning into the nape of Jasmine's neck. They'd be stuck together, tied for at least half an hour until he deflated enough to extract himself. One of the perks of his wolf lineage was that the intensity and joy of his orgasmic bliss could last for long stretches, but it also made pawing off or having sex a dangerously time intensive endeavor.

The pair panted in tandem. The hunter pressed his weight atop his lover's back. Her powerful form was easily able to support him. He stroked his Jasmine's fur, his paw traveling toward her breasts.

When he came to his senses, he understood that he would have to flee. He couldn't slay her. Not now. She was too precious. But she was also dangerous. Would she remember him, when her moon frenzy had ended and she transformed back into a beautiful lass? Perhaps he should shelter her and steal her away with him. He idly fantasized sharing a bed with Jasmine as she had been described to him... but his imaginary bedchamber somehow shifted into a misty glade underneath the glow of the full moon while they ravished one another.

A barking sound from behind him drew their attention.

There were apparently not one, but two werewolves. The second was just as hulking and intimidating as Jasmine, but undeniably male. He rose on two legs, silhouetted in the moonlight. His heavy, full sac hung low and his sheath was massive, befitting his frightening physique. His paws, tipped with razor sharp claws, hung low on long arms. He was broad chested and muscular. Whether that was his natural state or as a result of the transformation Arxl couldn't say. His fat erection, a deep, veiny scarlet member that stood out like blood against his obsidian pelt, jutted up from his sheath. It hung forward under its own weight.

Arxl swallowed nervously.

The second werewolf glowered at Arxl, red eyes glinting. He was slobbering nearly as much from his hefty cock as he was his mouth. Arxl was still trapped in Jasmine's lushous folds. He tried to pull away in fear, but the pressure on his knot just made him stop and quiver, paralyzed by pleasure while he uncontrollably splattered another jet of his seed into her depths.

Was this werewolf Jasmine's mate that Arxl had just inadvertently cuckolded, or simply another male drawn here by the scent of her arousal and her howls of wanton ecstasy? If she had been recently turned, it wasn't unlikely that this was the monster that had cursed her in the first place.

The second werewolf lumbered closer. His massive form swayed side to side with each step causing his weighty phallus to bob to and fro, peppering droplets of his precum upon the ground.. He growled at the flinching hunter, but instead of mauling him with his intimidating claws, placed his palms on the wolfox's back and forced him to stay leaning forward over Jasmine's heaving body. With his other paw he grabbed the base of Arxl's tail and tugged it roughly upward, exposing his puckered ring. The half-anthro, half-beast bent down and pressed his snout into the helpless hunter's aperture. The cool touch of his nose swiftly found Arxl's tailhole.

The werewolf's gigantic tongue lapped up the entire length of his cleft with several wet, powerful licks, before wriggling inside his opening. Arxl shuddered at the unexpected pleasure of having his ass eaten by the sex-crazed lupine. The tongue plunged its way in deep, brushing past the sweet spot within him and making him writhe and groan. Too soon the sensation ended. The tracker was left feeling empty with the cold caress of the wind against his damp entrance.

The loss was quickly mended. The werewolf pressed his weight down atop the pair beneath him. His muscular arms were on either side of Arxl's torso, elbows locked and fists in the dirt. His haunches shifted, and soon the wide shovel-shaped tip of his engorged member was jabbing clumsily beneath the hunter's tail. He was leaking a veritable waterfall, but no amount of saliva and precum was going to make his entrance an easy one, especially when Arxl had been stretched by no more than a few pushes of a tongue into his ring.

The werewolf found his mark. He penetrated his unwitting submissive gracelessly, halfway down to his impressive knot. Arxl's eyes popped open wide. Another moan escaped his lips. Beneath him Jasmine squirmed. She squeezed herself around the hunter's shaft, pleasuring him further. Arxl mirrored her, clamping down around the hardness within him. The male werewolf grunted and huffed with gratification. He pulled back and bucked forward again and again. Each time more of his girth was stuffed into the wolfox's hungry tailhole. He thrust and stabbed with a bestial ferocity that Arxl had never known another male to employ.

Soon the ranger was spreading around the fleshy bulb at the base, easily the size of a large piece of fruit. He whimpered, voice too husky from the intensity and bliss to vocalize his delight properly. The werewolf was even less measured than he had been with Jasmine, and continued to grind his way in whether Arxl was ready for the entry or not. He grabbed fistfulls of the female's fur to gird himself. Then it finally sunk in. Once it was fully embedded it pulsed within him, massaging his sore prostate.

The werewolf hardly moved anymore- naught but a few grinding, full-bodied humps, before he roared and came. A tide of wolf spunk erupted from him and flooded Arxl's ass. Each spurt brought a wave of fresh, wet, heat surging into his tailhole. The knot expanded further, fattening until it locked them together as surely as he was tied with Jasmine. The pressure caused his own orgasm to renew. His knot throbbed and gushed forth more ejaculate into her already drenched sleeve.

The male werewolf licked the side of Arxl's face. His hot breath brushed the fur of the wolfox's cheek. The male's look of satisfied lust twisted into what can only be described as a smirk. He opened his maw. His teeth glittered like a row of jagged diamonds. The monster sunk his teeth into the hunter's shoulder. A different kind of heat radiated from the bite. His vision filtered crimson, his senses sharpened, and a renewed vigor surged through him.

The rest of the night was lost in a haze of shattered memories.