Wolves Mist - Smut
I thought I'd try my paw at some saucy writing.
First attempt, so be gently.
Please note this story is seperate from the main story I'm writing. I just nicked the characters from it.
Please don't read this if:
1) You are a pup under 18
2) You aren't into male on male
3) You think this might cause you psychological issues
That is all.
For the rest: Happy reading!
Chris stepped into the room. Grev was lying on the bed, he lifted his head. Chris marvelled at the dark grey wolf and his bright green eyes. Grev sat up and stretched, the blanket slipped from his form and slipped into a puddle at his feet. Chris watched the play of light on the wolfs form, the sleek muscles rippling with the stretch. Grev smoothed his lighter stomach fur down and looked up into Chris's yellow flecked grey eyes.
In a blink of a moment Grev bounced up from the bed and stood before Chris, his breath warm and wet on his muzzle.
He felt a paw take each of his in theirs, felt them moved behind his back. He felt something slip over them and pull tight. He was only dimly aware of it, his mind was lost in the bright green eyes. His nose breathing in the musk, his heart raced at a reckless pace whilst his mind seemed to go blank.
Grev pushed his nose against Chris's. The unexpected touch sent a shiver through his body, he let go of a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
Grevs' paws traced their way away from Chris's trapped paws. Running lightly through his midnight black fur, tracing their way up his arms to his shoulders.
His mouth felt dry and he tried to swallow. He felt like the sun had planted itself in his racing heart and every beat was pumping hot flames through him.
Grev grabbed him by the muzzle, slipping around behind him. Chris tried to follow the wolf with his eyes, but couldn't inch his head out of Grevs' tight grip.
He felt the grey wolf press himself closer to him, his tail pushed to one side. Felt Grevs' warm breath as his muzzle breathed heavily into his ear. It flicked in reaction.
The wolfs other arm snaked around him, running its nails hard against his skin.
Chris wasn't sure what was going on. His most trusted mentor, his friend, had him with his paws tied behind his back. The paw gripping his muzzle slipped down and instead took hold of his throat, putting a slight pressure on it. Again a warm breath made his ear flick before he shivered as Grevs' warm raspy tongue licked it.
"Wha... what..." he started to pant, instantly shushed at the low growl he could feel rumbling from the chest pushed up against his trapped arms. The threat was further enforced by teeth nipping lightly at his ear.
Chris gulped, the swallow hard to complete past the pressure on his throat.
He whimpered as he felt the paw on his chest trail its nails down over his stomach. The nails felt at the point of tearing into his skin, the warm after burn of their passing pulsing with the heat he felt flowing through him.
Pressure made him step forward, until he stood near the foot of the bed. The hand on his stomach transferred itself to his shoulders, his throat was released from its captivity. He felt the insistent push downwards and with his mind reeling at the sensations all of the activity that was rushing through him he found himself on his knees. His breath came in small shallow pants, his skin felt flush with heat.
Grev twisted around him, coming back into view. He sat gracefully down on the bed. His green shining eyes once again holding Chris spellbound.
Grev lifted a sleekly muscled leg, his hind paw pushed against Chris's nose.
Chris's panting breath inhaled the muskiness of them, his senses reeled. A sharp hard pump of molten blood shuddered through his sheath. He snuffed against the paw, the scent and warmth against his nose pulsing through his mind, scattering his thoughts to the wind.
Another sniff and they were gone. Hot blooded passion rushed mindlessly through the darkness of his being. The snow kissed tip of his black tail swayed like the trailing light of an ember back and forth.
He drew another breath, pushing his nose in between Grevs' pads. He marvelled at the scent and the rushing of blood in him it provoked.
He whimpered and his ears flicked as the paw was whisked away. He looked up pleadingly at Grev, looking down at him from his seat. Grevs' lips twitched away from his teeth in a lustful snarl. His other leg flexed and rose, the new paw pressing against Chris's sheath and making its way painfully slowly up his stomach and chest. Chris whimpered with lust. He snuffled at the foot again, breathing deep of the heady scent. His tongue darted from his muzzle and licked hungrily over foot and pad and nail, flicking between the toes.
Grev murred softly at the heat of the wet tongue. He let Chris lick at his feet for a short time before pushing them against Chris's face, watching with a pleased smile as Chris rubbed back against them.
He ran them down the midnight fur, pausing and pushing gently against Chris's now protruding member. Chris pulsed against it, taking a sharp lustful breath at the sensation.
Grev stood, his own member jutting from its sheath. Blood flowing in pulses through it so it seemed to quiver. Hot, wet, sticky pre glistened at its tip and ran down its length. He paused standing over his kneeling friend, half kneeled and gripped his muzzle. Forcing the jaws apart with both his paws. He let the glistening tip of his member rest at the lip of the gaping maw. Revelling at the hot breath panting wetly on it. He murred loudly at the feeling of rough tongue on his cock, lapping wetly at the glistening pre. Grev looked down at the wolf before him. Watching as the white tipped ears lay down against the head, feeling the pressure as Chris strained against his grip.
Chris wanted more, the first taste of the glistening liquid on his tongue had set a hunger through him he never knew he had. He lapped at the tip of the cock laying against his warm lips. He strained to push forward to have more of it in him, but the paws holding his jaws fast were like unmovable clamps of steel. He half growled, half whimpered against them.
He felt them tighten their hold, but at the same time he felt the warm member gliding over his slobbering tongue. Inching its way forward with a painful slowness. He felt it slide deeper into his maw, until it reached the back of his throat. His nose pressed against Grevs' warm musky fur. He wanted to breathe that musk, but a moment of panic slammed through him and his throat tightened and spamsed against the intruding member as he couldn't draw a breath past it. He heard the loud murr from Grev above him at the sensation his panicked swallowing contraction had given him. He drew a breath as soon as the member had slid back enough to clear his throat, catching the warm bodily scent of Grevs' sheath. He'd hardly taken the breath when he was once again pressed nose to groin, he could feel the hot blood pulsing through Grevs' cock.
Grev released his grip on Chris's muzzle. Instead grabbing the fur behind his kneeling object of lusts head. He pushed himself into the warm waiting maw again, the warm slick feeling blasting ecstasy through his member and his brain.
Lust glazed his eyes, his breath came harsh and sharp. Again he pulled back and then strained forward. His knot caressed by Chris's warm lips and the tip of his slick tongue.
Blood and lust rushed through him like a river breaking its banks.
Again and again he slammed himself into the warm wet maw, feeling the contraction as Chris choked against his cock invading his throat.
Mercilessly he ignored the half chocked whimpers and rammed himself faster and harder into the wet pleasuring tunnel of tongue and throat. He felt his balls tighten and pull. The feeling of the painful need of release made him strain harder. Pulling out only enough to let Chris have small gasps for whimpering breaths before feeling himself buried to the hilt again in that warm slick embrace.
Chris felt Grevs' muscles tighten and spasm, uncontrolled tears were running from his eyes as he whimpered and gagged against the forceful intrusions. At the same time he didn't want them to stop. He felt his own member spasm at each thrust. Suddenly a hard thrust from Grev and Chris felt pleasure rush through him, his stomach and groin tightened and he felt his cock explode with the force of its pent up release, each spasm sending a rope of white liquid onto the floor and even onto Grevs' hind-paw.
Grev felt his release come near, then a sudden spasm of Chris beneath him and a hot feeling on his paw. The shock of the sudden heat and the contraction of muscles and throat beneath him pushed him over the edge he'd been trying to linger at. His paws gripped Chris's head as he forced him against his groin, his cock pushed as far down the contracting throat as it could go. He felt the choke against it and clenched hard. Fighting against Chris's need to pull away for a breath.
His cock swelled at the release of his lust. He felt the force run through him as his contracting muscles drew him into a crouched over the trapped maw.
He felt the hot cum rip from him down Chris's throat, with the fourth spasm he realised that he needed to let Chris breathe and released his tight grip, keeping his paws where they were.
Chris pushed away at the sudden release on his head, he gasped a breath as soon as he could. Held it and thrust himself down on Grevs' spasming cock again. He felt Grev murr loudly and appreciatively as another twitch pushed more of his seed down Chris's throat.
Finally spent, he pulled away. Chris gasped and panted for breath.
"Good boy" he felt a paw pat him on the head and scratch behind his ears. He revelled at the sensual feel of it. He felt the bindings loosen on his paws and rubbed his wrists when they came loose.
His eyes followed Grev as he padded past him and flopped onto the bed.
"Come to bed my little bitch" he heard Grev say, laughter colouring his tired voice.
Chris got up and stretched his cramped legs, he picked up the blanket from the floor and threw it over Grev before getting into bed.
Grevs' arm encircled his waist when he lay down and he was pulled forcefully against him. He wriggled in closer, enjoying the warmth spreading through his back at the contact.
"Your mine now" he heard Grev say sleepily, before Chris closed his eyes. Sleep soon found him, the warm feeling of Grev and of his spent lust lulling him.