The Run [Part 3]
#3 of The Run
Part 3 - Damn, I'm gonna be sore in the morning.
Damn. Just damn! I wasn't sure if it was a fluke, but if the wolf's hard lasted as long as it was every time I think I may just find myself converting to wolf cock. By the time that lasting, low grade orgasm faded my jaw was beginning to ache. To be honest I'd never had an erect cock in my mouth for nearly so long and I simply did not have the muscular stamina for it. Flaccid cocks, yeah, when the guy I was with lost his hard after orgasm and I was too drunk, or tired, to bother moving my head. But this monster was just, just - let me find that word here -, indefatigable!
I wasn't sure how long he went by the time I felt that huge knot beginning to shrink and the cock along with it. I wished I had bothered to wear my watch. Throughout it all the wolf panted softly and stroked my head with one hand. He did not push or guide my suckling mouth, seemingly quite satisfied just to be getting that blowjob. He did not go flaccid when it was over; his cock simply became considerably thinner and shorter but maintained a core rigidity that did not lapse. Eventually the beast's sheath slipped over the shrunken bulge of his knot and slipped up against my lips, prompting me to back off.
Slowly I pushed myself up onto one elbow while I wiped my other forearm across my face. I was a complete mess; my cheeks and lips were slick with sweat and what little wolfcum I had not been able to gulp down when he first cut loose plus god knows what after the fall in the alley and slide down the chute. A furry, strong finger hooked under my chin and drew my head up. I could feel his breath on me; smell the strong fetor of the wolf's muzzle underlain with the scent of my own semen. It was not a disgusting odor, mind you, just hot and damp. All I could see was a darker shadow in the impenetrable gloom, but I trusted that deeper darkness. Now, anyway, I felt I could trust him.
I hoped I could, for he was still a wolf, even if a wonderfully hung wolf with the everlasting hard-on. After a moment a felt a warm touch that started along the line of my left jaw, across my cheek and then lips; the wolf's tongue. Yeah, now, that felt just like the lick of every dog I had ever run across before. But, at the same time, it was quite different; more slow, more tender as he cleaned my face with gentle licks. Then I guess he kissed me. Well, yeah, I guess. It felt strange when the short, soft fur of the wolf's lips stroked my own, as I'd never really cared much for beards at all. The beast's tongue touched my lips and after a momentary pause I opened my mouth to the strange, animalistic intrusion. That tongue did not drive fully into my mouth, however, merely gracing my lips and teeth and my own tongue for a few moments before the wolf broke his kiss and leaned back. He drew my head down against his chest and shifted on the couch; stretching himself against the back of it. I was pushed toward the edge of the cusions but it proved to be deep enough for both of us to stretch out, if we stayed very close to each other.
I was not arguing. Writhing awkwardly I shimmied out of my filthy exersize shirt and dropped it behind me. Thus joining the wolf in full nudity I pressed close against him, marveling in the soft, warm caress of fur from chin to toes.
He let out a long, deep whuffling rumble that echoed my own satisfied sigh. I nuzzled into the fur that swathed the beast's broad chest and then yawned hugely. After the excess of vodka, headlong flight through the forest, adrenaline rush of my expected demise, and then that blessedly marvelous blowjob, I was down to the very dregs of my stamina. So, after a surprisingly short time, I slept.
Now, don't you just hate it when you've gotten so drunk, and worked yourself into such an exhaustion, that you simply don't wake up? That's how I was; dead to the world. I'm normally a pretty heavy sleeper, often so heavy that I don't notice the obvious. Like the time there was a violent breakup taking place in another room of an ex's house. I missed the crashing yelling, crashing of furniture, even when a chair busted a hole in the wall.
So, when I woke up it was to find that the wolf had moved while I lay there unconscious. How I had missed a warm, wonderfully soft furry body shifted is beyond me, but that's as it was. When I finally did begin to rouse, it was to find that I was already quite roused in other ways. The wolf had somehow worked his way off of the couch and was well into the progress of raising my cock to full alert. Actually, he had already accomplished that task rather well. His tongue was in the process if giving my balls a very slow slurp that continued upward along my erection to lightly circle the firm tip but, alas, he did not take it into his muzzle again. I wasn't sure if I could even give up another of those mind-blowing orgasms again as it was, but he was not going to hear me arguing.
The wolf had moved, entirely without me even registering that fact, to crouch or kneel between my legs. One leg was hanging off of the edge of the couch while the other pushed to the back of it, his strong hands under my thighs. I could feel those claws, stout but blunt tipped, as he dipped his head to give my balls another lick.
Oh! Ahh, not my balls, but further down still. The monster's long, broad tongue folded itself into the cleft of my ass and drew, quite firmly, across my asshole. That most certainly banished the last of my muzzy-headed confusion. I let out an involuntary grunt that stopped his lick short, tongue resting along the arch between asshole and nuts, and he let out what I can only assume was a curious rumble. At least the sound seemed curious, grant me some degree of leeway, I don't speak wolf.
"Uhn," I mumbled, dropping a hand down to touch the beast's nose lightly, "Do like, don't stop." I sounded like mud, and honestly I felt like it too. The night's exertions had taken a hell of a toll on me. My head felt like someone had stuffed cotton behind my eyes; I hoped that would be the extent of my hangover. My body felt as if I'd gone ten rounds with a welterweight. And my cock, well, my cock felt like heaven under the warm breath of the wolf. His lick resumed, lifting my balls again, but did not continue upward as it had before. Instead it merely rolled my orbs about lightly before dipping back down to press warmly against my ass. "Yeah, found something you like, eh?" I asked while letting my fingers travel upward along the bridge of his nose. The fur there was short, somewhat stiff, but soft over hard planes. He rolled his tongue teasingly against me eliciting a groan of warm pleasure.
Now, mind you, I never got into rimming, at all. Somehow the idea of putting my tongue where someone shits never went over well. Getting rimmed, on the other hand, I didn't mind. Hey, if that was their trick, more power to them, I always said. And I kept myself clean; very clean. After the drinking and then the running, sweating, and fear I could not imagine that I tasted clean at all, but the wolf didn't seem to mind in the least. His tongue slowly stroked across that sensitive muscular ring while his nose nudged under my balls, warming them with an exhaled breath.
That felt good, let me tell you. His tongue was long. Incredibly long and was doing things no short, blunt human tongue ever could. Yet, despite being that of a beast, it was as nimble as a human tongue. No, scratch that, it was more nimble. The muscular root of it pressed against me solidly while the tip would alternate teasing flicks with probing pressure. I shifted myself a bit, lifting my ass toward his attentions while spreading my legs further apart to let him get at my rump. "If you want it, big guy, it's yours." I told him between pleased sighs. My butt might not be any more sensitive than the next guy's, but I did enjoy the wolf's attentions quite a bit.
And I wanted him to do more in the worst way.
Hey, I'm young and horny! The prime of my life and all that, and an anal loving boy to boot!
And the wolf seemed to be just as interested, judging by the teasing play of his tongue. I found his ears with my blindly questing fingertips and traced the softly furred edges upward to each tip and then back down. I rubbed just below the roots where I knew most dogs liked and he seemed no different. When my fingers pressed gently into the thick ruff of fur to massage he growled a pleased groan and leaned his head heavily between my thighs. His tongue pressed against me with equal weight and I strove to relax myself under that hot, insistent pressure. My asshole fluttered and twitched under his attentions and he felt me trying, growling in approbation.
For several long minutes he stroked and licked and probed me with his tongue, actually pressing its dexterous, slender tip into me shallowly during the brief moments where relaxed muscles and tongue worked together. It was very, very different, and very, very delightful, but he was going to want more. Eventually he was going to want to put something considerably larger in my ass and I was going to let him. I wanted him to, but at the same time I was more than a little concerned.
Oh, I could take his girth, that was a given, but he was quite long. And then there was that knot of his, which I figured I could maybe take, that added another three or four inches of length itself. That would be more than a foot of cock in me; more than I had ever even attempted to take before. But I knew it could be done because others took that, and more, and bragged about it. They did it without body mods, as well.
Shifting my hands downward from their massage I lifted at his chin, "Come on," I hissed hungrily, "I want more than that tongue, rover."
The wolf lifted his head after a last playful slurp and snorted derisively. I guess 'rover' was not appealing. I chuckled and stroked his muzzle again, nose to ears, and buried my fingers into the thick ruff along his cheeks and jaw. His hands left my thighs and he lifted himself up to lean forward over me, repositioning his hands at my sides. While he moved forward I dropped my hands to his shoulders and lifted my legs to rest them against his hips. I'm not sure how well he could see me, but I was blind in the darkness so had to work entirely by touch.
Hooking my knees around his waist I settled my heels at the small of his back just above his tail, gently urging him closer. His hips were no more broad than any human's but the touch of his sheath against my ass was wholly inhuman. The wolf rumbled in the darkness over me like a distant storm at the touch of that warm, soft fur against my rump. He shifted his hips slightly, brushing that sheath from one side to the other until it settled into the cleft of my ass and then downward as he rocked his hips forward and pressed the weight of it solidly against me. His bowed his back, stomach pressing down against my own erection to nestle it into his fur, getting the angle of his sheathed cock directed upward toward my twitching asshole.
I felt the touch of whiskers against my cheek, his head bowed close, breath hot across one ear as he rocked his hips up and forward, the slick tip of his cock poking from his sheath as it slid upward to nestle against me before the wolf stopped. A soft sound, a gentle growl, whispered across my ear; an inquiry. Was I ready for him, did I want to do this bestial thing? I could not be sure and only gave a press against the back of his hips with my heels. I felt his tip, tapered and slick, nudge more firmly against me but the wolf continued to hold back, repeating that inquisitive growl with a soft, pleased sigh. "Yes," I said, bringing a hand up from his shoulders to stroke the ruff of his cheek, "Yes."
That was what he wanted to hear. His weight shifted forward and I clenched the muscles of my stomach, forcing the grudging muscles of my asshole to obey my demands. That tight ring relaxed begrudgingly under the increasing pressure of the wolf's tip and he slipped into me. Not merely a teasing kiss, that, but a long, firm thrust that drove his slender shaft into me fully. I gasped, bucking my hips upward at the marvelous feel of slick flesh invading my body. There was no pain, not even the slightest discomfort, as he was still quite slender. There was a slight thickening as his hips came to rest against my butt; the leading curve of his knot, but that was not for me yet.
The wolf's entire body shuddered and he whined deeply, dropping his head to press his strong muzzle heavily against my shoulder. His hips drew back with a spastic jerk, almost fully removing himself, and smoothly oscillated the motion into another thrust. That hard spear of flesh began to thicken immediately, stretching me comfortably as he drew back and thrust again, each inward shove of his length more urgent, delivered with more strength. I hissed and groaned with each thrust, bucking wantonly upward to meet it while I clenched down with my inner muscles yet keeping my asshole as relaxed as I could manage.
He gave that entire length to me wholly, and powerfully, both the girth and length not in the least uncomfortable. That was surprising but by that point I couldn't give a damn less. The couch complained at the abuse, and loudly so, but we both ignored it. He was fucking me but good. Solid thrusts shoved my shoulders against the couch and I grasped about his neck with both hands, holding his head down as his chin pressed against my shoulder. Long whiskers tickled the side of my neck and hot breaths huffed close at one ear. It was absolutely delightful, that wolf's cock, slightly thicker nearer the tip of the shaft and tapering down nearer the knot. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect it was, I could say no less. And it fit with wonderful perfection, never goading tender internal limits despite the needy strength of his thrusts.
I could feel him within me both physically and fluidly, the wolf's initial surge of liquid release quickly surging deeper into me. I moaned in ecstasy throughout, enjoying the straining girth as it swiftly powered itself into me and withdrew and drove forward again. He kept that up gods know how long but it felt like a divine eternity, with more stamina and power than I had known before. All the while I kept clenching and relaxing my abs, knowing just how that would feel as my inner muscles clenched and pushed against the invading smoothness of his flesh.
In due time he began to slow and then stopped, leaning heavily against my ass with the profound bulk of his knot pressing solidly against my stretched entry. He panted heavily in time with my gasping while his cock pulsed against the stroke of my inner muscles. Yes, he pulsed, and I could feel it profoundly, continuing to pump his alien seed into me. I relaxed my deathgrip on the thick fur of his nape and slid my hands up to stroke between his ears and along the ruff of his cheek. "Love that," I whispered toward one of those unseen ears.
He grunted a gentle approbation and drew back with aching slowness, letting me feel how his shaft thickened, stopping at the modest taper just shy of his tip, and then slid inward with equal slowness. "Ohhhh gods!" I cried out in delight, fisting my fingers into his fur again as his knot came to rest against me and then retreated again. The power of his lustful thrusting burned, he let me enjoy the sensual passion of a right proper lovemaking. Slowly he drew back and returned, dropping his hips slightly to angle his inward thrust up against the hard curve of my prostate from within. Each weighty shove lit through me like a high voltage jolt (don't ask me how I know what that feels like... hah!) and I jerked, writhing against his tender passion.
Tender and passion, when combined with a predator's lust, do not seem to fit the expectation of the average man, but that's just what I was getting. Each time he slid into me the wolf growled heavily, body bowing as his weight hunched over me, settling his knot against my pleasantly stretched asshole before withdrawing. It seemed to go on forever and my own lusts built with each gentle grind of his shaft into me.
I decided to change that up after gods know how long, unable to withstand my own desires. As his knot came to rest against me I tightened my legs, pulling his hips down and rolling my hips up solidly. I felt a momentary stretching as my asshole pressed firmly against that knot and the wolf let out a warning huff as he strove to draw back against the resistance of my legs. He was quite strong and lifted my rump a bit as he strove to pull back, so I let him, enjoying another leisurely withdrawal of his length. Dropping a hand from his neck I slid it down between our tight pressed bodies as he slid into me again. When his knot once more pressed against me I slipped my fingers around it, catching the slender root behind it between middle and third fingers to pull, albeit gently, against his knot.
The wolf moaned and whined, his entire body giving a mighty spasm as I tugged at his knot, pressing it against my asshole. This was going to hurt, you betcha I knew that, but damn I wanted it. I wanted it bad. I wanted to be taken wholly by the wolf, this beast, this monster powerfully weighing me down and breeding me like some furless wanton bitch.
His bitch, I was, and I wanted to be that completely. Dropping my head back I bit my lower lip, clenching my abs tightly as I strove to relax my asshole all the more. I'd taken things as big as his knot before, but never very often and always after a good, long work up by my boyfriends. Discomfort became pain as I pushed my hips back and pressed against the back of his knot, my asshole stretching well beyond is customary limits. But flesh is yielding, and pain transitory.
Slowly I felt his knot forcing my ass to open before its considerable girth and pain segued to agony; a fiery burn that almost made me relent on my desires. But, just as that searing pain began to test the limits of my tolerance, he dropped into me with a solid thrust. A deep groan escaped his throat, echoed by my own surprised gasp when the agony was suppressed to mere discomfort. Holy shit this guy was huge, and he was deeper in me than anything of man or toy had ever before gone.
It was carnal bliss.
Never in a million lifetimes would I have imagined that a throbbing, knotted wolf would feel so amazingly good; so strangely fulfilling. It was a damn dog, for cripes sake! But oh, it felt so, so very good. I tightened my legs around his hips, bearing him closer while I brought both hands up under his arms to embrace him, pulling him down atop me. Yeah, he was rather heavy, but not terribly so. All told he probably massed a little more than I did, maybe a touch over two hundred lanky, furry pounds.
And he accepted my closeness, lifting his head to brush the side of his muzzle slowly across my lips, ending in another of those queer, animalistic kisses. He shifted both legs, slowly, up onto the couch and used the embrace of my strong legs to lift my hips along with him. That knot strained me a bit, but not painfully so, a brief uncomfortable twinge while he repositioned to stretch out over me on the creaking sofa.
Together we relaxed, kissing like a couple of love-struck teenagers; all tongue and heated breaths. Quite literally locked together in carnal, bestial union, we twined together on the sofa and, to my surprise and quite some time before his passion faded, I slipped off into blissful slumber once again. He was safe, this wolf. Or, if he was not, he had my trust and my life.
Damn Adam, for all that fucking vodka.
Bless Adam, for cowing me into that stupid run, and bringing me to this wolf god.
But I was still going to send his balls into orbit.