Amarok, the Wolf God
Amarok, the Wolf God
Alexander walked without purpose or reason. His steps were slow and forced and though he continually pressed forward, there was clearly no real direction to his movements. He walked this way because he was walking this way. Inertia carried him, not thought or reason. Skinny and still young but with a face that had done its fair share of frowning, he was covered in grim. It was cold in the forest. So cold in fact that his face had a sheen of frozen sweat and his hair was bristled and cracking. For the near arctic weather of the woods, he wore only sneakers, jeans, a T-shirt and a windbreaker. His skin was pale and his limbs were numb and turning black with each step he took, but he continued forward.
The woods were quiet. An experienced hiker would notice this and turn back. Alexander noticed this and pressed on. He assumed that the deadness of noise was simply his senses leaving him. He assumed that there were howls just outside his ear range, and scavengers growling excitedly at the sight of fresh meat, but he just didn't hear. He assumed his ears had frozen and broken off. His feet would be next. He was sure if he pulled off his sneakers he would see toes that had turned black and dead. His fingers had already succumb to frostbite. Looking at them, he could see them frozen in a clenched fist.
The wind picked up slowly. There was a soft hush blowing through the trees, tickling the leaves free of branches and blowing up the snow, so it cascaded around this man like something magical. Then the wind grew hot and stale. Were he to turn around, he'd see...something not easily put into words. He did turn around, in fact. One word escaped his lips, a word he had heard spoken in the town with the same reverence bible thumpers in Texas spoke of the Lord. "Amarok," he said softly.
This forest was known as "the Golden Woods," but it had a much more appropriate title, spoken by those in the know. The old men, always in whispers, called it, "The Woods of Amarok." The name came from the prominent legend about a massive wolf that roamed the woods, and was responsible for the many, many, many disappearance that had made these woods famous. Of course, the perceived danger of the woods only made them more popular to young tourists. Every year, hundred flocked to the woods, and few were ever heard from again. Search parties were organized and helicopters skimmed the lands, yet not a trace of the missing could ever be found. The Canadian Mounted Police did what they could to patrol the forest's perimeter. But given how massive the woods were, it was truly impossible. They begged tourists not to venture inside, but it all seemed for nothing.
Alexander stared, stricken by awe and completely silent as he took in the magnificence before him. He hadn't believed the rumors of course. That's what they were. Rumors. Stories that old men made up as they drank away their twilight years. The idea that a fifty story wolf should live in the woods...
For how dark it was in these woods, the only light came from the moon high above, and with how massive the wolf was Alexander shouldn't have been able to see it in its entirety. But he could see. It was as if the moon's glow, the trees' branches, all worked in tandem to reveal the greatness of the wolf body. But even then, Alexander simply should not have been able to see the wolf in its entirety, simply by the size.
It was definitively a wolf, there could be no denying that. A gigantic wolf, Alexander only came up to its ankle, but still a wolf. Its fur was how a wolf's should be, a mix of grey, white and black. Its bushy tail moved slowly behind it, and a wolfish snout protruded from its face. It was a perfectly formed animal, save that it was so monstrously large.
The wolf's lips curled into a growl. He stood slowly to his full massive height, though somehow he never once brushed the trees, even though he now stood well past them. One of the massive paws lifted off the ground, making a loud crunching noise as the snow shifted under the digits and pads. The paw shifted forward, blotting out what light the moon offered. And then it started to come down.
Alexander felt the warm, center pad touch his forehead for just a moment, before the weight became too intense and he fell to his back, landing hard in the cold snow. The paw continued to move, smothering him, enveloping him. He closed his eyes. He did not panic or fight or scream or beg. All he did was close his eyes.
The instant before the pressure became too great, before his body yielded and broke and became nothing but a wet stain on the albino snow, the great wall of black leather stopped. Despite having walked in the snow, the paw was not only warm, but dry. Almost inviting to the touch. And Alexander's body was embracing it fully, though not by choice. Then the paw lifted, and came to rest back down on the snow. Alexander shivered as a cold breeze blew through him, chilling him to the bone. He looked around, and then up, to see a pair of golden moons focused on him. For a moment he thought it had just been an illusion.
"Why do you not struggle?" came a voice. Not from the wolf, no. The wolf's muzzle did not form words, nor did the voice come from the direction of the great creature. The voice...it replaced the wind and the chirps of bugs and the flap of birds. The trees sang those words. But somehow, Alexander understood it was the wolf that spoke to him. He took hold of his head. He had died, and this was some insane hell. Or he was succumbing to the elements, out here, all alone, just as he had wanted. But this wasn't real. This was- "Why do you not struggle?" came the voice again.
Alexander shrugged and looked up to the golden eyes. "I came here to die," he said softly, barely above a whisper. "Might as well get squished instead of exposure."
There was a growl on the wind. The great mouth opened wide. The white fangs flashed in the moon's light. The pink tongue flicked in the air. And the entire maw descended instantly, crashing into the ground around the boy. The wolf's jaws closed, gathering up not just the boy, but the snow he had sat on. The snow melted within the maw instantly, and then somehow evaporated before it logically should have. But the boy was left in darkness. The wolf slowly tilted his head back.
Alexander felt a shiver run through him, sat on the great wet muscle, breathing the putrid air of the wolf's mouth. He felt himself sliding towards the wolf's gullet, even in the darkness he knew perfectly well where he was headed. And...he was scared. Fine, he could admit it. But this was death. This was what...this was what his life had come to. A coldness settled in his stomach, and yet he stopped shivering. He actually tilted back, curling up into a ball, closing his eyes, breathing deep.
Alexander felt the great cave he was housed in open, and a flood of moonlight touched him as he felt himself tumbling head over heel to come to rest on the snow. Wet as he was now, the snow was agonizingly cold, and he curled up into a tighter ball. He looked up briefly, to see the looming muzzle of the wolf, followed by a long, deep breath that emerged from the black lips. The snow around Alexander melted. The air itself heated up to the temperature of a pleasant autumn evening.
"Why do you not fear me?" came the voice again. "Why...why! Answer me, vermin!"
The boy gazed up, confused a little. When he started to shiver, the wolf breathed out again, bathing him in the warm breath.
"What game do you play boy... speak quickly. For I have been merciful so far. But speak or I shall bite off piece by piece. I will crush your bones beneath my paws then let you heal then break you again. Speak, now. Why do you not run? Why are you not scared? Why do you not sob and scream and beg for mercy that you know will not be granted."
"I don't really know," Alexander said. "Some people...they cut their wrists, but don't go deep enough to hit anything major. And then for twelve hours they wait in the bathtub for someone to come home, so they can be found and saved. Or they swallow pills when they know their mom will be coming home from work in a few minutes." Alexander shivered again, and was rewarded with a breath of warmth. "I'm not like that I guess? I'm not looking for attention."
The wolf was clearly angry, fuming, hot steam spurting out of his nostrils and onto the boy, keeping him warm despite the frigid air that surrounded him. "Pathetic," came the voice.
Alexander looked down. "Yeah, I am. You're right." He chuckled bitterly, and again made eye contact with the great creature. "I am pathetic. But the difference between me and all those other fucks out there, who go about their life, who gorge themselves on welfare and food stamps...I'm not them. I figure, I jump in front of a train and end up giving the conductor nightmares, I hang myself in the kitchen and the real-estate agent has a fuck-shit time trying to sell that house..." Another laugh, as Alexander gathered himself to his feet. "I even thought of stealing a car and driving it into a wall but...why take a perfectly good automobile away from Meal-on-Wheels, right? But then I get to thinking, just start walking. And don't stop. I mean, these woods are huge, right? And who would even come looking for me? So I skipped out on parole. What does it matter. They'd never find me. Everyone says that suicide is the final selfish act. Well...I'm trying to do the right thing here!" Alexander laughed. He threw his head back and started laughing in a blind panic. "But you want to know how pathetic I really am? You're supposed to go into the light, and all I can do is envision some giant wolf. I can't even fucking die right!"
There was an odd silence over the forest. There was a sort of quiet, only the wind blowing. No, not the wind. The great nostrils of the wolf quivered and exhaled, then took a great suck to inhale.
Alexander looked up, swallowing. "So...please. I beg of you, Lord Amarok, God of the Forest. Kill me. End my life. Eat me. Digest me. Smother me beneath your godly dog balls. At least then I'd do something good for once."
"You ask something of me?" came the voice, whispered over the wind. "You beg of me? You want me to use you? Fine then. Yes, you will be used. I will use you." A smile came to the great wolf's face. Pleased with his idea, he dipped his head and rolled out the massive tongue. Alexander bit back a scream. He wouldn't to spoil the great creature's appetite after all. The first touches of the thick, moist muscle touched him. Alexander quivered, backing away, but only coming into contact with the great moistness on his back as the tongue coiled around him. For a moment, he did manage to let out a scream, but the great tongue lifted him up and suddenly he was inside the familiar mouth. Alexander lay stock still. The sounds of the great wolf were all around him. He could hear rush of blood, and the pounding of a grand heart, the grit of teeth, the creak of bones of the old deity. Alexander waited to approach the tunnel of the wolf's throat, waited for himself to slide over the wetness and into oblivion. It would be like riding down a waterslide, right?
The only thing was, nothing came about. He just lay there, in the dark, humid, moist cave. Resting on the giant, wet tongue. Alexander shivered, and curled up into a ball, holding himself, breathing heavy, as the great wolf happily padded back to his cave.
Dug out of the very side of a mountain, the great wolf's den was a good enough home. A bit tight here and there, but the wolf-god managed. The cold air would not entre his abode, for even nature respected the dominance of the great creature. And so, it was warm inside, and always lit by some unseen means. The warmth and the pleasant glow would make one think of a pleasant summer day, actually. Happy to be inside his sacred home, the wolf lowered his head and spat the human out, then stood and gazed down at his newest prey. What to do, what to do? What would this new creature say? What would it offer? He wanted fear in the man's eyes. He wanted sobbing and the will of the man to be broken. Before he would kill him (and the wolf god had no reservations about sending a pathetic whelp down to his belly) the wolf wanted this man broken, as he had broken so many before.
But this man was something the wolf had never known before. He could not be broken, because there was nothing left inside him to break. The man shivered. The man curled into a tight ball on the ground, in a massive pool of the foul smelling drool. And though small tears were in his eyes, it was not what the wolf wanted. And that made the wolf angry, somewhere deep inside his primitive mind.
"Why? What is inside you? What strength do you have that lets you defy me? Tell me! Tell me or I..." The great wolf paused, eyes flickering as he pondered. "What is your story? Tell me. Tell me now!"
Alexander blinked once, looking up. It wasn't cold any more. His body was somehow dry, and the puddle beneath him was gone. There was still the foul smell, as if one of his senses needed to confirm it had been real, that this was real. Dreams didn't smell, after all.
"Human, speak!"
"What's there to tell?!" Alexander shouted. "Drunk mom, dead beat dad. A year too late for juvie so I ended up in prison. And then I get released, and what can I do? So I started walking, and I want to die, but I can't even do that right. I just want to die! Why the fuck can't you kill me you giant, arrogant mutt?!"
The great wolf had never known a man who wanted to die, and like any creature, he was confused by what he did not understand. He even whimpered softly as the man shouted at him, as nothing had ever shouted at him like that. But soon enough it was replaced with sharp anger, and his body returned to his low stance, a long growl escaping his throat. He lifted a paw to crush the human like a bug, but something stopped him.
"No. You desire death. I will not grant you that which you desire. I will not be your dog, catering to your whims and hopes. I will not be your slave. You will be my slave!"
Alexander slowly brought his hands up to his head. Dear god, what was going on? Why was this happening? What was happening? Dear god, what madness was this? Why? Why was this happening? Why was this happening?
The wolf moved forward. Inside the cave, there was a great pounding of his paws and the scratching of his massive claws. He moved as if leaving the cave, and let the miniscule human take in the greatness of his body. The sheer size of the broad chest, belly, the rear paw that fell at either side of the human, easily big enough to crush a house. Then the wolf sat down. His crotch was roughly twenty feet from the human, so there was little fear of him being squished under the tons and tons of wolf flesh. Turning his right forepaw upwards, the wolf set it down beside the human. "Make yourself useful. Clean my paw, slave."
Alexander looked up to the great beast, then down to the paw that was now beside him. So much like a wolf's paw. So much like a dog's paw in fact. Like most other children, Alexander had had a dog when he was younger. He had brought it home and kept it safe in his room, until his mom found it and threw it out of a three story window. He never had a dog after that. But looking upon the paw... he stared at the paw, perhaps longer than he should have because he noticed a low growl from above. Alexander looked up, then sighed and nodded, and walked forward. The great paw was like a mattress to him. He actually lifted one of his knees and roughly climbed onto the great expanse of pad. Reaching his arms out as far as he could, he carefully touched the great paw. There was a layer of grim and mud as thick as Alexander's chest. He swallowed his gorge.
Alexander wasn't really sure how to go about this, but he assumed he should do something. He touched the caked on grim and filth again, and by scrubbing with all his might, broke some of the caked on filth. After minutes, he was panting softly, and starting to sweat. He peeked up to the great wolf, trying to gauge what reaction his work was receiving, but the wolf only stared intently. When the wolf flexed his toes and broke some of the larger clumps of dirt apart, Alexander was quick to gather it into his hands and throw it aside. But it was tiring work, to be frank. And...well...Alexander hadn't exactly gotten buff during his time in prisoner. He was still skinny and scrawny, even skinnier and scrawnier than the day he went in. Not to mention the exhaustion from having walked so long. But he gritted his teeth and kept struggling, kept lifting up massive clumps of mud and dirt, throwing them aside, panting and sweating the entire time. The great wolf leaned forward and spat down at the man, coating the man, as well as his paw, in foul smelling saliva.
Now soaked, Alexander discovered he couldn't stand. The spit weighed him and his clothing down. He stuck to the giant paw, sinking into the mud. Struggling and twitching, he groaned and wiggled like a fish on a hook.
"Pathetic," the wolf god said. "You are pathetic." Again the huge paw flexed, up crusting several chunks of grit. And though Alexander worked hard at his task, given the sheer size of the feat, it was simply impossible to make even a dent. The wolf was not pleased. He lifted the paw, and slammed it down beside the man, sending a shockwave forward. Alexander groaned, collapsing to the ground, nearly drowning in the vast pool of saliva he found himself in. "No wonder you seek to kill yourself. You are absolutely pathetic." The wolf's looming muzzle lowered down slowly. "Are you good for anything? Or must you take a trip down to my belly?"
Alexander spent a moment brushing the dirt and dust off of his wet body. He stared down, not answering the question. He listened as the wolf growled and shifted above him. He listened as the claws of the great paw scraped on the ground. But finally, he assumed he really should check if the great wolf had given him an order, and lifted his head slowly. He came face to crotch with the wolf, the great groin only a few feet from him now, the rear paws at either side of him, and the great body hovering above him. It was like looking into the mouth of a cave, so vast was the creature before him. "Clean," came the order.
"C-clean...you...you can't be serious..."
A low growl came as the response. The great wolf cocked his head to the side and looked down at the human.
"Y-yes sir..." Alexander said softly, walking forward and towards the gargantuan sheath. Dear god, it was huge. He swallowed, not thinking about what he was doing. Just closing his eyes, he moved forward to do it. He moved his hands forward and touched it. The sheath quivered at his touch. Alexander fell backwards, landing on his rump as the body shifted and a loud whine escaped from above him. His eyes darted from the sight before him, up to the great wolf, and he stared. But the great wolf was looking up to the cave's roof, pondering to himself silently. He had never let a human last this long. He had always eaten them right away. Maybe twice a year he found pleasure in smothering them beneath his paw or shoving them under his tail, but he had never brought one into his cave unless they were already quivering in his bowels, slowly suffocating. The reason for it baffled him, angered him even. He did not like change. Animals changed and adapted to the changes of their environments. Gods did not.
Alexander got back to his feet and moved forward. He spat on his hands and rubbed them together, before touching the great sheath again. There was less caked on grim and dirt on this part of the wolf's anatomy, actually it was fairly free of grit, but the smell was immense. Alexander turned his head to the side and just pushed forward blindly, trying to hold his breath. Alexander had never risen above the role of prison bitch. He had sucked more cocks than the entire Castro District combined. But never had he smelled something like this. Something so strong and powerful in raw musk. He gagged loudly, but bit his tongue, afraid he may anger the god. And peeking a look up, he saw a slight smile cross the wolf's face. Behind the great creature, the massive tail thumped the ground briefly.
Alexander smiled softly, assuming he was doing a good job, and rubbed a bit harder. He massaged and kneaded the great furry balls and scrotum like it was dough, or wrapped his arms around the pillar of flesh and squeezed it as tight as he could. And then something enormous splashed down upon him. He fell onto his back, coughing and gasping, and wondered just how the wolf had gotten off that quickly. But instead, he found himself drenched in saliva, and looked up to the wolf god for some explanation.
"Use your body," was the next order that came down from the god. The upper body came down a bit heavier, and for a moment Alexander was rocked by a tremor that ran through the ground. When it stopped, and he was fully underneath the wolf god, he walked forward slowly, and again touched his hands to the sheath. He did not fall this time, when the sheath quivered. Instead he moved forward, and hugged it, ignoring the choking odor that surrounded him, engulfed him now. He rubbed his body against it as best he could, fighting the exhaustion he was feeling, the light head drift the foul air caused, and the fear that...well, the sheath was tensing and out of it came a great, grand length of a flesh pillar. And Alexander, however briefly, came to worry that he might be squished beneath it when it came to full size. He wanted to die, but Jesus...That would just be...
Alexander gasped when he felt a great weight behind him, and found the great paw of the wolf god surrounded him. He was lifted up to the looming face, and closed his eyes, expecting death. "Good job," he heard, before the hand lowered back down to the engorging penis. Now using him like a proper toy, the wolf god moved him up and down, slowly, softly. Alexander went limp; partly from exhaustion, partly from the heavy stench...and partly from a warm feeling that he had actually done something good. It was a vague, fleeting feeling, and Alexander did not fully understand it. But it was somewhere inside him, and gave him the strength to hug the great pillar of godhood a little tighter, trying to increase the pleasure his master would be feeling.
"Your name human...what is it?"
Alexander lifted his head and opened his mouth, but the air was stiff and stale, and he could not draw a proper breath in to speak. He gasped like a fish out of water, until the wolf god set him down an arm's length from the body. The wolf god lowered down to his belly and settled down, muzzle an inch from the human, leaving him to feel the warmth of every exhale and pull of every inhale.
"A-alex...Alexander, my lord. Alexander Jared Bailey, my lord."
"What a stupid name," the wolf said quickly, with a growl. "You called me, Amarok before. What a stupid name. You humans must give names even to that which is not yours. No matter. You will call me that. Nothing else. Ever."
"I will do as you wish, Lord Amarok."
"Would you? Would you die for me? Would you die for a greater creature than yourself? Would you give your life for your god, not a god who speaks to you through messengers, but one you can see and touch? This is not a god's empty house. You are in a true god's presence."
Alexander swallowed, but with only a moment's hesitation gave his answer. "Yes, I would. I would die for you, my lord Amarok. I would give my life for you. To be a part of you. To be part of something greater than myself. I beg of you for the chance." Alexander fell to his knees and worshiped. "Please, my lord Amarok. Do as you will to me. I embrace your presence."
The great wolf's paw descended. The knuckles wrapped noiselessly against the ground, while the pad was facing the sky. It was almost the position as when the human was required to clean him, but now the paw was somehow clean. Alexander did not understand how that had happened, but did not bother concerning himself with it.
Because it was clean, Alexander did not at first understand what was required of him. By the god's grace he was patient as Alexander stared, then finally Alexander climbed onto the great. The paw lifted up to a dizzying height, moving so fast that Alexander felt sick. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was before the great wolf's gaping mouth. The tongue, like a red carpet, rolled out, the tip coming to rest on the paw's edge. The boy stared into the great abyss of the wolf god's gullet. This was it... This was his defining moment. This was where he finally made himself useful, when Alexander Jared Bailey became part of something great. Slowly, he got up, placing a foot on the wet muscle, enjoying the feel, and lurking closer to his final destination, he crawled forward. The great wolf lifted his head slowly, leaving his jaws open so the light would cast inside. He shifted the human about, using his tongue to position him over the teeth. Then, with a sudden crunch, he closed his maw tight. The taste of blood rolled over his tongue, washing it, that taste he had been craving for so long. It sent a shiver through him, just as the feel of the soft human hands had made him shiver. The wolf god groaned, opening his jaws, only to crunch down on the body again, grinding the intact flesh it into a bloody pulp. After a third crunch and chew, he lifted his head again, and swallowed hard, all the contents of the little human lost in the abyss of the throat. The great wolf could feel the broken bones and shreds of skin ooze down into his stomach, where it came to rest. And for a time, he stood still. He lay down on his side and looked down at his body, smiling as he felt his metabolism efficiently break the useful material down, the rest would be expelled with time
"Your life is mine," he said softly. "Your flesh is mine. Your soul is mine. Without me, you are nothing. You will serve me for all eternity, at my beck and call and never out of reach. Forever mine." The wolf lowered his head to the ground and wretched softly. Then again, then again, each time hacking, back bristling, until bone and bloodied flesh was vomited out of the gullet. The wolf pondered about having lost his meal a moment, before tilting his head down and breathing heavily over the bloodied muck. "I, your god, give you proper life, Alexander."
Slowly, painfully, the body began to stitch itself together. Long moments passed as the wolf watched intently, each inch of the human coming back into form. Nothing changed about him, save he was now nude. He was better off than he had been in fact. His skin was a more normal color than the pale, sickly shade. And his fingers and toes and hands and feet no longer bore the blackness of frostbite. He had a perfectly normal body, with a perfectly normal sent even to the wolf god's sensitive nose, but this man was definitely and completely the wolf god's property, as if the wolf god had marked him in a very canine manner. The wolf smiled, and nuzzled the body as the human's consciousness came to return. "You are my child. Always mine. Forever."
Alexander woke as one does from a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. He gasped, as if taking in his first breath of life. Like an infant who has never used their lungs before. The air burned him. He gasped and coughed, rolling onto his hands and knees and choking before he recalled how to breathe, and breathed deep.
The wolf god was not patient this time. He plucked Alexander up by the nape, between two great claws. He drew blood, but Alexander did not scream, only whimpered softly out of instinct. He was lifted off the ground, and the wolf god rolled over, showing the roof of the cave his belly. Using his fore claw, he carefully pushed the human's feet against his sheathe. In this time, it had begun to go limp and return to its dormant state. Although the kicking and squirming feet were enticing, the wolf god suppressed his body's urges and kept himself at a glorious state between full arousal and limpness. Shifting his fingertip to the human's crown, he began to slide his new toy into the moist sheath. Alexander's last sight was wolf god's face, the soft smile spread across his muzzle. He felt the body shift as he gave a deep sigh, and then Alexander's world became the dark, moist insides of the god.
The wolf god gave a soft sigh, resting his head down and beginning to feel fatigue bite at him. The human began to thrash and kick, perhaps panicking in his new home. The wolf god smiled down, looking over his belly and to the furry sheathe. Yes. This human would make a wonderful pet. Oh, and the way he kicked and squirmed. It was...why it had taken the wolf god this long to try this, he did not know. He shivered and whined, and pinched his sheath tight, even as the great body began to shift and squirm, the struggles becoming a bit more intense and perhaps fearful. The wolf god licked his lips. His tail wagged and he set his head back, closing his eyes. Alexander squirmed and kicked one last moment, struggling, fighting, gasping as the cock grew and his knew housing grew tighter and tighter. He looked up to where the wolf god pinched the sheath shut. Alexander took a heavy gasp of the musky air, before his body gave way, reduced to sickly jelly. The wolf god whined, and looked down, smiling to himself. He removed his pinched paw and allowed his growing cock to push the blood and bones out of the sheath, letting them pile on the ground. He stroked himself however slightly and slowly, only keeping himself up and firm now. He watched as the body of his toy began to reform and stitch itself together, and the wolf god licked his lips. He rose to all fours, before turning, and sat down hard on the broken muck of man. He giggled softly, as the reforming body tickled his tense pucker, and weighing down a bit more, he suddenly popped the body under him yet again. Then, lifting up, he allowed the body to start to reform, and then lowered down slowly, allowing Alexander to start to twitch and struggle the very moment his body began to reform. And oh did he struggle...
The wolf god's laughter vibrated through the cave. He tilted his head back, yawning softly, before feeling a heavy weight of godly seed spray out of him. He growled and howled gently, pushing his rump down harder, and once more popping the little body under the thousands of pounds of flesh. The wolf god smiled, tilting his head back and stroking more, riding out the wonderful climax he had been craving. Standing, and shaking his rump free of bits of blood and clinging bone. Alexander would reform soon enough. He could try to run if he wanted, but he would not get far. Because, body and soul, he belonged to the wolf god. The wolf god smiled and yawned, rolling onto his back and starting to slip into a pleasant sleep. Perhaps he would have more slaves, soon. Eternity had taught him patience, but he entertained the thought of invading the nearest town and obtaining more "followers". An entire army of little slaves; squirming in his ass, beating against his scrotum, and twitching in his belly. An entire army to wash and clean him, to worship him, to feed him.
Perhaps tomorrow. Always tomorrow. For the wolf god was eternal, and never much concerned himself with time. But the very thought of so many delicious slaves made him smile in his sleep.