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Michlah thrusts forward, his cock delving deeper inside Tybalt's welcoming ass. The adventurer cannot help himself but rock back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust inside of the older male, and with the view he has of Tybalt's body, it is like paradise to be here, to enter him, and to claim him.

With each thrust inside, the paladin's impressive cock flops around, its pre oozing out, flicking off and drizzling onto his toned abdominal muscles. His smooth and muscled skin reveals to Michlah blemishes the traveler hadn't noticed before. He holds tightly to Tybalt's thigh, pulling the leg against his chest as he grunts and growls. Even in his half-bestial state, he's humane enough to reach forward, press his hand upon the stomach, and reach the scars, stroking along the nearly faded but glistening patch. “Ah… ha… did… did you… get these p… protecting someone?"

Tybalt clasps the semi-furred hand, pulling it to his lips and kissing it. A blush rushes over his face, but he shakes his head, a soft frown appearing on his sighing lips. “No," he huffs. “It was… a terrible time… when I… had fallen."

“Y-you?" Michlah stops, catching his breath, letting his cock rest inside that warm and welcoming hole wrapped tightly around his meat. “You were a… a fallen paladin? But you're so… so…."

“No one is perfect," Tybalt says, closing his eyes and nuzzling his cheek against Michlah's palm. “I fell to the whims of a dark power because my resolve could only be so strong. We must steel our minds for the potential to fall and be corrupted."

The half-transformed Michlah nods at this, his breath getting heavier and heavier. “You are perfect, even in your imperfection."

Tybalt smiles. “I'm afraid my love is not an enduring kind. I cannot be anyone's soulmate. That is my burden to bear."

Michlah yips, squeezing the thigh. “D-don't talk like that! I didn't think that—I mean…" he growls, fingers digging into Tybalt's leg.

The paladin hisses.

“S-sorry!" Michlah loosens his grip. He leans forward, pressing his tongue against the shallow scratch, lapping up the coppery-tasting fluid that seals the insignificant injury. As he presses his tongue to it, a jolt shoots up his brain, freezing him in place and tensing him up.

The waning sun gives way to the darkness of dusk. As it disappears over the high wall of the temple, Michlah pulls his tongue away from Tybalt's thigh and thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper inside into the paladin than before.

“Ah!"

Tybalt rubs over his chest.

Another thrust forward, Michlah gritting his teeth, leaning lower, pushing Tybalt's leg towards his chest.

The Paladin gasps at the strike to his p-spot, closing his eyes and pressing his head against his mattress.

Another thrust and another growl rise from Michlah, just as the hairs rise on the back of his neck, increasing in number and thickness.

Crack! Followed by Pop! Followed by the groaning from the pit of Michlah's soul.

Tybalt grabs him by the shoulders, pulling him in, lips pressing against lips even as the maw elongates and the teeth sharpen.

Lupine drool rolls out of his mouth, dousing the elf in the slobber of a beast while his cock throbs and pulses and digs further inside than before.

Nails lengthen, teeth sharpen, bones strengthen, and muscles tighten. The feral thoughts of the man on a top rush through his mind, a memory emerging of the previous night's transformation along the road, stumbling along the rain-soaked path and falling against the wall, unsure of his own identity, let alone his true purpose.

But he made it here. Michlah found his way to this sanctuary, even if the beast threatened to take him over.

He yanks his mouth away, licking his jowls, his voice hoarse, whimpering. “Protect yourself!" he warns.

Tybalt kisses him again, thrusting his tongue inside the transforming wolfman, his chest pressing against Michlah's. The lupine ears sticking up, the eyes shooting wide open and then narrowing as he leans into the kiss, his mouth accepting Tybalt's tongue, his tail, now bursting out of his spine and fluffed with fur, wags.

He lays on top of the elf, pounding away at him, the slick meat and lube hole sloshing with the fluids of their delight.

And as the wolf boy continues his horny humping, he finally falls over himself, plunging deep into the domain of delight, but he remembers the rules. He heeds the warnings, and he pulls back to save Tybalt from the seed of the curse.

But he can't escape. His cock has formed a knot that swells at the entrance of Tybalt's hole, keeping himself locked inside.

He whimpers, mouth wide, back arched, eyes rolling back, and he bursts, shooting out lots and lots of his cum into the elf's body.

“Noooooo!" He groans, collapsing onto Tybalt, shuddering with each shot that bursts out of him. It is like a canon of cum that fires over and over, sending hot jolts of delight through his spine and tensing up his muscles, curling up his toes, gritting his teeth, until he finally, finally collapses.

Through his orgasm-addled mind, it takes a moment for Michlah to even register the warmth upon his tummy. He groans and pushes himself up, his cock still locked into the elf's hole.

Tybalt pants, his body coated in glistening perspiration. More than that, the two of them lay there with matted fur and a soggy stomach coated with the paladin's cum, which shot out of him from the orgasm that Michlah didn't know that he had.

The wolf raises a paw, looks at himself, and then glances toward the mirror. It is the wolf—the monster, and yet, Michlah recognizes the face, those eyes, his soul.

“I hope…" Tybalt says, gulping, his hand resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, “You've made it through, alright?" He pokes the wolf's heart and nods. “Just keep focused… on yourself… as long… as you can."

And Michlah smiles, nuzzling against the elf, licking his cheek.

The night is still young, but something itches at the back of his mind—a monster ready to escape at a moment's notice.