Two Wolves, one Lust
Warning, this entry contains explicit sex scenes, and coarse language... but hey, you also can get morals form this, like how you shouldn't judge a wolf by its cover... take a look, and enjoy.
Two Wolves, One Lust
It was winter time in Canada, and a frigid breeze from the looming BC Mountain's tousled the Pine and Fir in the plains below, sending all the animal inhabitance of Harja to scramble for cover. Harja was nothing special, just a section of the local Boreal forest that the natives had named, and that was all.
Though something extra-ordinary was happening, and this was the interesting behaviors of the local Wolf Packs. You see, a law had been passed around at one of the meets, with the label; 'Controlled Breeding.'
To make things simple, this law stated that a wolf could only court and mate once every two years, and only at the annual date, under the intense scrutiny of the packs Alpha, to deter any fun.
This was of coerce wrong, but the other wolves of the packs had no say. Some ran, others fought, but in the end they were overpowered, hunted down and either killed or imprisoned.
Actually, the main character of this story, Fang, was imprisoned, but not because he had tried to object. There was another rule that tied in with the whole 'Controlled Breeding Law'; it was that if a wolf, male or female, were in there annual heat, where sexual pressure struck strongest, they would be imprisoned till the feelings pass. This again was of utmost blasphemy, but none dared to defy it.
***
"Damn, I really don't know how long I can take this Pam, my balls are on fire!" Fang whined, seeking pity from his older sister, who had done this before. "How much longer till we get out of this heat?"
"Hopefully soon, Fang. But be strong. We just have to wait it out, a few days maybe. Then we can go back home."
"If I can last that long." He growled.
"Well then, just do something to pass the time, bring your mind off your feelings."
"But it isn't natural to deny 'my feelings', fuck, what was in our Alphas head when he agreed to this shit? I mean, I can even masturbate!" Pam laid her ears back, and nervously looked out of the bars of their cell.
"Hush Fang, you don't want to be moved to the starving pit."
"Sure as hell don't,'
"Then shut up!" Pam had started to growl angrily, so Fang dropped heavily to the ground, and stared blankly at the forest beyond the bars. For a moment an uncomfortable silence descended on the two siblings, but in the end, Pam broke it.
"Look, I'm sorry Fang. I'm on edge; my heat is driving me crazy as well, let's just try to get some sleep." Fang looked lovingly at his sister.
"I understand, night." Pam slumped down to his side and closed her eyes.
***
As the night wore on, Fang became more and more uncomfortable. His dick was throbbing, and his balls were itchy, full of un-spilt semen. Finally, he could bare it no more, and rolled to his paws. Sitting down, he thought of Pam's wisdom, and cast about to find something to distract himself.
Going to the bars, he clenched his jaws around the beams, and gnawed, this didn't work, and in a minute, he was back sitting.
As he was about to attempt sleep again, an idea came to him, and he brought his tongue to lick his messy fur. This worked, and in no time, he had his mind on the task of cleaning himself.
Soon enough though, to his demise, his distraction weakened as Fang made his way down to his broad chest. The reason was this; there neatly tucked between his hind legs, was a set of bulging testicles. He felt a stirring, so he made up his mind that he would finish his cleaning much quicker, for he feared that he would be overwhelmed once again.
Keeping his eyes always on his wolfhood, as if he was worried that it would attack him if he turned his gaze, he continued.
His laps were hurried, and as the imposing event came about, where he'd have to clean his sack, he gulped. Emerging from beneath himself, he stared straight ahead, reasoning with his inner motives.
"Well, I do have to clean myself, everywhere," He reflected, " and I'll only take a second, three licks at max... and it might not be enough to send me crazy again... Ok, I can do this." Holding his breath, he quickly went down, passed his chest, and nestled his muzzle overtop of his sheath. Then he commenced with the licking.
One;
A spike shot up his spine, and his tail twitched, his dick protruded a few centimeters.
Two;
The wetness had accumulated on his now tense balls, and the feeling of warm saliva caressing his sack made him whimper, he was running out of breath.
Three;
Screw control. His whole body was sweaty, and his elongated pink dick brushed up to his muzzle, dripping some pre-cum across his nose. His tail rose, and his whines transformed to quiet growls. He was almost out of breath... done!
As Fang tried to pull away, he found himself stuck, as if his balls had become a gravitational force. Knowing now that he could not hold his breath any longer, he shakily breathed in, filling his nose with his own irresistible musk.
Suddenly in a panic, he yelped loudly, and pulled away.
But even though he was away from his wolfhood, the pre-cum that had accumulated on his muzzle still did the trick. His yelping came into a pleasured growl, and he knew that he had gone too far... so screw the law.
Bending once more underneath his chest, he started lapping voraciously, covering his now erect dick and hard balls with wet saliva. His instincts had overcome him, and now he would have to fight against nature, so he didn't try.
Placing his muzzle across both of his warm parts, he reached around and started analing himself, pushing his tongue in and out with ragged breath.
***
Pam, awoken from her restless sleep, ran over to the now ferial Fang. She was about to scold him, tell him that 'he should have had better control over himself', but stopped on seeing Fangs erect dick and cum filled muzzle.
Gritting her teeth, she now found herself trying to overcome her own feelings. She lost, and it came out in a pheromone pulse, that stopped Fang in mid lap.
"Pam, don't even try to scold me... I've gone too far under. Just back away." But Pam shook her head and smiled mischievously.
"No Fang. You are now surly going to be sent to the starving pit, and you need your older sisters company... let's see what you've got!" Laughing in disbelief, Fang rolled onto his back, exposing his sheath, his balls, and his tail hole.
"You first." Nodding, Pam got on top of him, tongue lolled in the freedom of what she was about to do.
Stretching out she placed her muzzled on his dick, and her vagina overtop of his own sticky muzzle.
"Let's do this together, and I doubt this is falling under, were raising Fang!" Letting out a howl of pent up emotion; Fang commenced to bury his head into her pussy, indulging on her fluids as if they were fine wine.
Growling more deeply, Fang felt his knot build up, and his hips started to jerk, pushing Pam's face back and forth, and sending her into a long orgasm.
***
Passion increased, and sweat mixed with the two siblings as Fang readjusted himself, enabling him to hump more profoundly, and Pam shifted her position, so that her bulging clit rubbed right up against his black nose.
Still growling, Fang slurped, probing his tongue even deeper into her vagina, and then transferred over to her tailhole to sniff at its rich scent.
***
His anticipated climax was approaching, and the sniffing became lapping. In a sudden move, Fang rounded on Pam, mounting her from behind, and giving her anus a deep fucking.
Startled by his directness, Pam yelped, but then instinctively pushed back to meet Fangs thrusts, so that each was more pressured, and deep.
***
Whining with excitement, Fang once again spun, mounting her from the front, so that that feeling of tense pressure could be distributed over his whole dick.
"God, that feels so... good, bitch. Good dog." Fang murmured into Pam's ear, feeling a dominating air fall over top of him. Wrapping his paws once again, around her waist, though closer to her head, Fang forced his now four inch long dick into Pam's beautiful muzzle, and sighed as her jaw went from resistance, to passionate suckling, egging on his approaching climax.
"Fang... where did you... learn to fuck like this? It feels so good, how...." Her last sentence collapsed into a moan, as Fangs now free flowing cum ran down her throat, and into her stomach. Yet another orgasm wracked her body, and she spilt fresh fluids, which Fang eagerly lapped up. As her vagina was cleaned of every last drop, Fang once again mounted her head, and she once again milked him.
***
Suddenly unable to hold off any longer Fangs body gave a shudder, and his knot exploded shooting hot streams of cum down her throat, and across her face, making her moan like the bitch she was.
***
For a few moments there was only panting, and the occasional gulp or slurp, but as the last few drops of Fangs seamen dropped across her muzzle, he collapsed, out of breath. Pam fell beside him, but seemed much less exhausted.
"Done already?" she laughed.
"Yes!" Fang interjected, amazed at her sisters endurance. "How could you still do this?"
"Easily."
"Well suit yourself then, you can go and paw off, or something. I'm staying right, here." Pam nodded.
"Ok. But I'm not going anywhere, if you're so out of it, then you wouldn't mind if I did it, right here, right?" Fang whimpered, but couldn't reject that mischievous face.
"Sure sis, whatever you say." He was a little tense; partially because he was frustrated at his weak will, but mostly because he knew he would get going again, proving all of his words to be nothing.
Nodding with conformation, Pam made herself comfortable, by leaning up against the jail wall, inches away from Fang. With one sticky paw, she stated rubbing her vagina.
At first, there was nothing to draw Fangs attention, just her sister's everyday scent, and his own musky scent, which hung everywhere like a fog, though soon, something came to him. A most intriguing smell. Very similar to his sisters musk, yet so much stronger! Curiosity, not willingness, made him turn. What he saw made him question the possibility of things.
A fine layer of moisture had collected across Pam's vagina, and it wasn't sweat. His nose twitched, and he got up to figure out what it was.
"Pheromone Condensation. That's what it's called." She spoke up, as Fang approached, gazing intently at her stretched Vag.
"Pheromone Condensation? What the hell is that?"
"How about you get a closer look." Fang slowly brought his muzzle down to sniff, and Pam humped upwards, covering his face with it. Startled Fang sprung back.
"What was that for? I..." but he stopped midsentence, as the condensation dripped down to his nose. "Oh..." Fang felt dizzy, and he was overcome with sexual pleasure.
You see, Pheromone Condensation was this; only aptly done by a female, she would release her musk in large loads, so that it was heavier then air, and came to rest on the vagina. This 'Condensation' was a concentration of many pheromone pulses, and was extremely potent. Pam had gotten Fang, and it was her turn to be the dominant.
"Sis... huh." Fang, unaccustomed to so much pheromone, fell down. Pam got up and stood above his sweating body.
"Don't worry, but don't you feel revitalized?"
"Yes... oh yes. How did you do that?"
"Practice Fang. There's plenty that you don't know about me. I know you're going to enjoy this. Now be a good wolf and get up. Your about to be really fucked." The initial blast had faded, and as Fang grew accustomed, he pleasurably whimpered.
"I really don't know you sis. So let's become familiar, I'm ready."
"As I suspected. Now lie on your back, pup, I'm going to paw you till you beg."
"K, sis." Fang, guided by Pam's muzzle, fell onto his back, hardly noticing how cold the floor was, for Pam was far to captivating.
"Good boy. Now stretch out... that's it." Still smiling, Pam lay down beside Fang, one paw rubbing her own pussy, while the other teased his shaft. The abused pink tip of Fangs dick emerged, making her rub harder.
Very soon afterwards, pre-cum started to spill and Pam giggled.
"Who would have known that you still got it in ya, eh?"
"Shut up." But there was no anger behind Fangs words, only longing.
"Here, try this, Fang." Pam removed her paw from her pussy, and rubbed the wetness across Fangs nose, making him tense. She had given him some more condensation, and it sparked through him, making his dick fully erect, and his colorless pre-cum turn white with thick semen. Pam smiled in contempt.
"Now we're talking, good job my wolf, good, good job. Now while that semen is flowing, how about you lick my pussy?" Fang smiled in drunken ecstasy, then got up and placed his head between her two back legs, inhaling deeply before plunging.
"Is this good?" He murmured into her.
"Perfect, Fang. Keep it up and I'll rub your dick some more. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Ya, I would, give it to me, please." Fang went back to licking, and soon, he felt Pam's rough paw-strokes up the length of his penis, now housing a bulging knot.
Musk was practically dripping from Fangs balls, as he burrowed deeper into her cave, and he whimpered pitifully as the paw strokes were replaced by a rough tongue, which stopped at his tip rhythmically, to tease it.
"Sis, I think my climax is coming on... oh, oh. I don't know how much longer I can take this."
"You don't have to, stud, I'm hitting mine as well. Let's do it in each other's anuses, ok? I'll use my tail so you'll have a similar sensation. Quickly now, get into my tailhole, before we go overboard." Fang, stumbling, got up and went to mount her back, shoving his penis into her hole. As he did so, Pam brought her sloppy tail up and put it into Fangs. Now he was truly crazed, and the feeling of that soft tail being pushed deep into his anus... that feelings alone was what made him masturbate.
As his cum spilled forth, and his knot emptied into her hungry ass, he felt her tail rub dreamily around in his own.
***
For the next ten minutes Fang emptied himself, panting and puffing, but still keeping a consistent flow, oh and was it heaven. He would never forget this beautiful night; actually he was rather saddened as his stream turned to a trickle.
Reluctantly he detached and fell to the ground. Like the last, Pam fell beside him, but this time she was smiling and out of breath as well.
For another few minutes, Pam lay there, till she bent around and lapped at his semen still dripping at her tailhole. It was another half of an hour before Fang spoke up.
"Are you awake, Pam?"
"Ya." She had seemed to have reverted back to herself again... or maybe just her old façade.
"Im scared. Tomorrow, we'll be heading off to the 'Starving Pit'." Pam got up, ignoring her bruised anus, and walked over to lie against Fang, for reassurance.
"Don't be, whatever happens in there, I'll give you support. And..." she added almost playfully, "there isn't any supervision; we'll just be stuck down there for a few weeks. I think I'll find something to do...." Fang laughed in disbelief, like he had the hour before, and rested his head on the cave floor, against Pam's.
"I bet you will sis, bet you will." Closing his eyes, Fang fell into a restful sleep.