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The Wolf Inside

I have never been good at beginning these personal accounts. I find writing for myself to be considerably more difficult than for others. I suppose the easiest place to start would be the beginning. For those that do not know me, my name is Simon Braddock. I am a scholar in a small town on the edge of the Shrouded Forest... such a depressing sounding name for such an incredibly vast and wondrous place.

_ _Yes, I did write 'wondrous'. I know the stories about the forest, and I used to believe them, but now I know that isn't true. But I digress. This account is the last I will write as a human. You see, I have found my place in the world. I have found where I am meant to be. I shall now recount to you how this incredible thing has happened. It all started with the full moon last month. I was researching a certain species of flower that supposedly only bloomed under the full moon.

I forget what the flower was called. Everything leading up to now has become fuzzy. I keep forgetting things. They aren't important anymore, anyway. But I must recall them for this account. The flowers weren't important though. They never were. I was so engrossed in my work, I wondered too far into the forest and lost track of time. That was the first time I heard the howling. At the time it sent shivers of fear straight to my heart. I was ill prepared to deal with wolves. Being a scholar, I am hardly built or trained for fighting. I may be young, but most of my life has been spent reading books, or sat behind a desk. My physique is probably best described as... soft.

Anyhow. I remember running through the woods. I could hear them chasing me. I didn't know where I was going, or how many wolves were after me. I do remember thinking they sounded very large, perhaps too big to be wolves. I broke through the trees into a clearing with a small ruin at its center. It was some sort of overgrown homestead. Only the crumbling stone walls remained. I ran to the ruin, intending to seek shelter there. I was bathed in silvery moonlight as I ran. I made it to the ruin, but saw that at least two of the walls were missing. No good to hide in. The forest had almost reclaimed it anyhow. The inside of the ruin was filled with grass and small plants, open to the sky above.

I gave up then. I knew I could not outrun wolves. I was expecting them to be upon me in mere moments. But when I looked over the wall in the direction I had come, I could neither hear nor see my pursuers. I thought that they had perhaps grown tired of the hunt, and left me be. Of course I was mistaken. I sighed in relief, turning to lean on the wall behind me. That is of course when I saw the Werewolf. I had heard they inhabited the forest, though I had not believed the story. It sounds farfetched when you think of it. Men who willingly give their souls to Cernunnos the horned god, lord of the hunt and god of fertility, would be forever transformed into half man (or woman) half wolf creatures.

_Tales abounded of the bestial qualities and ferocity of these wolf-men. Yet the one who stood before me didn't seem fierce or full of rage. It was tall, maybe eight or so feet in height, with broad shoulders and chest. It had a narrow but well muscled waist and powerful looking legs, shaped like the back legs of a normal wolf. Its head was angled forwards on a thick, powerful neck, shaped like that of a wolf, yet somehow retained its humanity. It had arms that were slightly longer than what one would imagine was normal. It looked like it could run just as easily on all fours as it could on two legs. It was covered in shaggy black fur, save for its abdomen. Its eyes were like warm pools of liquid amber. They contained an intelligence that I had not expected of a creature with such a reputation. _

When it turned those incredible eyes upon me, I felt a small part of my mind that wasn't shaking in fear sit up and watch. Now, when I said it did not have an air of ferocity, I did not mean it had no presence. On the contrary, it had a very powerful presence. One of dominance and control. The werewolf began moving towards me. It was graceful and lithe. I could see its muscle rippling beneath its thick fur. As it drew closer, I saw that 'it' was in fact 'he'. His testicles were large and furry, and he had a thick sheath like that of a dog. He drew closer and I backed away. I was terrified of the beast. But my back met wall, and I had nowhere else to go.

The wolf reached out a muscled arm form me, and I closed my eyes expecting the worse. But no death came for me that day. I felt his claws caressing my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw him standing so very close to me. He was silhouetted in the bright moonlight, and I could see small wisps of steam rising from his body. The wind shifted and his scent hit my nose. It was powerful like he was. It made me dizzy, yet I fought with myself. I would not be overcome by the beast!

And then the werewolf broke my perception that all of he and his kind were mindless savages (if his actions hadn't been enough of an indication), by speaking. It was growled through a muzzle not designed for human speech, and it was broken and fragmented, but I understood him.

"You... Submit."

I could not believe what I was hearing. This werewolf was gently stroking my face and hair, telling me to submit to it! I stammered out a response, a refusal, and the werewolf smiled_. He placed the hand he had been using to stroke me on my shoulder, and forced me to my knees. His strength was incredible, and I could not resist. I fell before him, his hand turning from my shoulder to the back of my head._

He forced my head forwards into his furry crotch. I cried out in surprise, but I suspect his large scrotum muffled my protests. He held my head between his legs, his large bollocks resting on my face, my nose resting just behind them. Then he just held me there, growling softly. I struggled to breath, and every breath I managed to snatch was filled with his scent, his musk. It felt thick, like I was trying to breath treacle. To my surprise, I found the scent not at all unpleasant. It was certainly strong, yes. But it did not make me gag. His surprisingly soft fur felt nice against my skin.

I became dizzy, my mind started to fog over. I tried to pull myself away, but his grip was too powerful. My body was relaxing and I could not stop it. With a grunt, I felt the wolf release me. I fell forwards onto my hands as he stepped back. I shook my head, trying to clear it, but it was hard to focus. It was like I was drunk, intoxicated on his pheromones. I felt in myself a strange need that I did not at the time understand. I looked up at him, and saw he was watching me; the pink tip of his member was poking out of his sheath. He walked around behind me, and I felt his legs on either side of me.

I wondered what he could be doing, but my question was soon answered. He was marking me as his territory; in the only way wolves know how. His urine was hot as it cascaded onto my back. It quickly soaked into my clothes down to my skin. It felt like it went on forever, the warm liquid covering my body. I wanted to scream in disgust, to roll away from the obscene warmth. But every time I tried, a tiny part of me told me I should stay. Stay and let him mark me. I tried to shut this voice out, but to no avail. When he told me to roll over, I refused, but my body did it anyway. He looked down at me with those incredible amber eyes and I was transfixed.

_His hot urine washed over me, soaking me thoroughly. My skin tingled and I let out an involuntary gasp. He focused the last of the stream on my crotch, and with utter revulsion I saw my body betraying me again. I was becoming aroused by this! My erect member was making a tent of my piss soaked britches. Of course, that was when my nose began registering the scent. It was strong. Far stronger than the musk he had forced me to inhale before. The scent burned my nose and the back of my throat. It was like it was inundating my entire being. It fogged my mind; it was like I was drugged. Unable to move or do anything with my body except lie there and accept his marking of me. _

When he was finally done, he crouched down over me, and drew in a deep breath through his nose. He smiled then, looking me in the eyes. My body went rigid, then relaxed completely. Those eyes were incredibly beautiful. It felt like I was falling towards them. Neither my mind nor my body was my own in the presence of those eyes. When he spoke, his gruff voice was like music in my ears.

"Return... here...one week..." He growled at me. I nodded, the command branding itself like white-hot fire across my mind. Then he was gone. I do not know how long I lay there, wallowing in his scent. The trance he had placed upon me was powerful. At some point I must have fallen asleep, for when I awoke it was morning.

I found it oddly easy to navigate my way out of the woods, and was soon back in the town. I went straight for my house on the outskirts, and as soon as I had bolted the door I was removing my damp clothes. The scent of the werewolf still clung to my skin as I went to the washroom, drawing water from the pump and scrubbing myself furiously. I felt dirty and unclean, violated even. Yet I could feel something in the back of my mind. Something small. Like a seed had been planted. I dismissed it out of hand. I felt no desire to return to the woods for considerably longer than a month.

But little was I to know the seed that had been planted would begin to sprout, and sprout it did. Over the next few days I went about my business as usual. I was sure the scent was gone from my skin and clothes, yet everywhere I went in town, dogs would stop and stare intently at me, noses twitching like mad. None of the humans seemed to notice though. But as the month came to a close, I felt a strange urge rising inside me. I kept looking towards the forest and up at the crescent moon. It was still a narrow sliver of silver in the sky, but I knew it would grow to full soon.

I found myself wondering what would happen on the next full moon. Then it would have been a month since I met the werewolf in the forest. I quickly pushed that thought aside, assuming there would not be another meeting. Never have I been so wrong. Exactly one week after that first encounter under last month's full moon, I found myself heading over the fields with a lantern, making my way to the forest. I recall arguing internally with myself. Part of me wanted to return to the forest. This voice was new and strong, nearly overpowering my senses completely. But I resisted. I kept telling myself it was not too late to turn back, to head home and never return to the wolf.

And yet I continued. Entering the woods, my feet followed a path my mind did not remember. I was walking for perhaps twenty minutes before I came upon the ruin again. There was enough light from the stars and the waxing crescent moon and from my lantern to see by. As I approached, I saw him step from the ruins. A smile curled his muzzle that made me shiver. He opened his arms wide and howled at the sky. My body went rigid. The sound both excited and terrified me. Little did I know then that this would be the last time I thought of running from him.

He finished howling, and looked back at me. Even though it was dark, I could somehow see his eyes on me. Those amber pools once again transfixed me. He stepped closer and I felt my body and mind relaxing. I fought back then. I did not wish to go to him! I stepped back, wondering if coming back here had been a good idea after all.

"Do not... be afraid." He growled. His voice sounded sweeter then. Clearer. To think I had such a hard time understanding him four weeks ago. But it is not time for that part of this tale yet.

I was struggling now. I could smell his scent, even though a distance of some feet separated us. I was also becoming keenly aware of his scent rising off my body. My member twitched as the smell washed over me. Shaking my head I tried to stand my ground. I told him I was not afraid. I told him I was not here to submit to him, or to Cernunnos. Instead of becoming angry like I had thought he would, he simply chuckled. Or it sounded like a chuckle at least.

"You came... to me. You still smell strongly...of my scent. I can... smell your arousal... You... came back to... submit." He told me. His words made me shudder. A small part of my mind was desperately trying to resist. Yet more and more of me wanted to surrender to him.

Those eyes kept drawing me in, telling me I would be all right, I would enjoy being his bitch, I would enjoy having him dominate and control my body and mind. All I had to do was surrender to him. He came up to me, and carefully took my lantern from my trembling fingers. I do not recall if it was my internal battle, fear, or arousal that made me tremor so. He placed the lantern on the ground next to us. His body was so close. I yearned for his touch, but I kept up my resistance. My resistance that my body was determined to destroy.

He let out a short huff of breath on my neck, and I quivered. A large paw was placed on my crotch and I groaned. It felt so good! My hips nearly began bucking at his touch, but I managed to prevent myself. My member was hard, and it felt wet. I was more aroused than I had realised. All from his scent and gentle touch. I could feel my resistance ebbing away as I looked up into those pools of liquid perfection. My knees began to feel weak. Perhaps sensing this, I felt his other powerful arm loop around across my back, supporting me, gently squeezing my rump.

"Submit." He growled. I somehow managed to shake my head, but my body was all but ready to give in.

"You want this... look into my eyes... and deny this joy." He whispered to me.

Perhaps I thought I could beat him. Perhaps I thought I could free myself from his domination. Perhaps I was a fool. But I looked into those eyes, and my mind melted. I relaxed into his arms as his will overcame my defences. Without even saying anything, His presence flooded my mind. I sighed as all my worries and cares were washed away. I could feel the same power that turned him into his beautiful form filling my head. It lay down roots in my mind, ensuring I would never again be able to resist. It told me to relax. It told me that submission was what I wanted. I moaned into his fur, and he smiled. I was swamped with bliss. I did not know why I had resisted for so long, or tried so hard.

That was the moment my life changed forever. That was the moment I gave myself up to my Alpha. He growled softly, before pulling me into his body. Tilting my chin up he lowered his muzzle. My lips parted and we kissed. I have never gained so much pleasure from a simple kiss before. Although this was no mere kiss, dear readers. His tongue is large and soft; his saliva is thick and wet. I opened my mouth and allowed him inside. I remember it so vividly. Just... letting him have his way with me, surrendering completely. There is no feeling more sublime than this submission. This feeling of being owned. I feel it even now, but again, I digress.

He lowered his head to my neck and licked my throat. I shivered in delight at being in such a vulnerable position, but he was surprisingly gentle with me.

"Strip." He whispered into my ear. I obeyed immediately. Stepping back from him I began to slowly remove my clothes. Soon I stood naked before him. He embraced me again, pressing his large, powerful body against mine. This sensation was totally different to before. I felt so much more vulnerable, so much more docile. His soft fur felt so good against my naked skin.

"On your knees... pet..." He growled again. I dropped down without a single word of protest. Why would I protest? Why would I not do as my alpha commanded? It seems strange to me that I ever tried to disobey.

_His warm scent filled my nostrils again as I was brought level with his crotch. He placed a hand on the back of my head and gently guided me to his sheath. He was so much gentler now. I could feel his presence in my mind. He was there, guiding me, shaping me, and making me safe and comfortable. I was connected to him, and he was connected to me. I could feel his intelligence. Despite his broken speech, I realised his intelligence was that of a wise scholar. I learned in that moment that he was old, and yet young as well. He had seen many things, things he wished to share with another. _

I let out a gasp as I felt something hot press against my face. I saw it was his member. I remember shivering in anticipation and delight. It was like that of a feral wolf. Apparently the time for sharing knowledge was not then so I had to be patient. Of course, his glorious erection had my attention at that point.

"Open." He murmured to me. I eagerly complied, opening my mouth and letting him inside. I felt his hot length quickly fill my mouth, and begin tickling the back of my throat.

"Do not... gag..." he told me as he fed his erection to me, and I did not gag. It was like that reflex had been wiped out by his command. His erection must have been at least a foot in length, and at least four of those twelve inches was his large knot.

This bumped against my lips and nose, but could go no further. He let out a sigh as he buried the rest of his length in my mouth and throat. This was the first time I had ever taken the member of any male, never mind a werewolf. My own erection throbbed in the night air, glistening from all of the fluids I was leaking. He began to slowly move his hips back and forth, gently mating with my face. He was careful. He didn't go too fast, nor did he go too slow. A more caring lover I could not ask for.

The first of our sexual encounters did not last long. He moaned and growled, pulling his member nearly completely free of my maw. I felt his body tense, and then my mouth was full of salty, slimy warmth. My cheeks bulged quickly and I swallowed almost by reflex. It felt good, sliding down my throat. After my first mouthful, he pulled out of my mouth and painted my face and chest with his seed. I had thought the scent of his urine was powerful, but this was something else entirely. My whole body swayed as the scent filled the core of my very being. I dropped onto my hands and knees, panting and groaning. He knelt down in front of me, again tilting my head up to look him in the eyes.

This was when he demonstrated his true control over me.

"Cum for...me. Cum for... your master." He growled. "Show me... your submission."

I did. Oh I did! I came harder than I think I have ever done. My body convulsed. It was like my entire being was focused on spilling my seed, feeding the forest. I moaned and squirmed until I was spent, my member twitching beneath me.

"Good boy."

Those words... resounding in my head. I looked up at my alpha and smiled. I felt owned, and it was good. I remember begging him to take me. Take me like a female. Something I would have been shocked and appalled by, had I not surrendered. He grinned at me, and told me that I had to wait until the full moon.

It was a while before I recovered from my sexual ordeal. But as my afterglow faded, and I redressed, I realised something. The sense of submission I had was not fading. I knew I had been claimed, and that was sticking with me. It had not been some effect of my euphoria. I could feel the presence that had done this filling the back of my mind. The seed that had been planted had grown into a mighty oak; it's roots going down to the very core of my soul. I returned home as dawn rose on the horizon, yet I did not feel tired at all. On the contrary! I felt more energised and awake than I had ever felt. I entered my home and headed straight to my library. I did not wash this time. I let my skin absorb his essence, I let his scent permeate my being, such is my need for him.

My predecessor has left quite the substantial collection of books, so I used them now to satisfy a burning curiosity. I found all the books I could on mythical creatures and werewolves. Most of it was describing how they were all savage beasts, filled with animalistic rage and brutality. I could feel that this was not true though. Somewhere in my soul I just knew. I finally found something interesting though. In an old tome I found a passage on werewolves. According to the book, it was a gift granted by Cernunnos to his faithful worshippers. Granting them the form of a mighty wolf, with strength ten times that of the strongest man, and speed enough to outpace the fastest racehorse. Yet the gifts are more than physical. Wisdom and understanding of the world, extended life and endless freedom. The gift (the book labels it as a curse, though I will not explain here why) apparently has the downside of being permanent. Once you take the form of the wolf, you can never go back.

Oh How I yearn for this! But I know it comes soon. For you see dear readers, I write this on the eve of the full moon. It has been precisely one month since my first encounter with my Alpha. I can feel him calling to me. The forest calls. Tonight I shall become one with my lover, my Alpha, my Awarnach. Yes, that is his name, pronounced Av-oor-nack. An old name, one from beyond the last century. You see, I returned to the ruin a week after I tasted his seed for the first time. We did not mate, nor did he need to mark me as his territory (which I must profess to still arousing me whenever I think on it). Instead we talked. We spoke for hours at great length. He told me of all the sights he had seen, the knowledge he had gained. The joys of serving the lord of the hunt.

I asked him why he had chosen me, and he told me he had been guided here. Told to find the young scholar. The young man with a brilliant mind. I profess to having blushed somewhat by this compliment. I told him I was glad he had found me. I told him that I wanted to join him, to become part of the Wild Hunt. I wanted to run under the moon with him, to feel joy and pleasure with him. To let him own me, and use me as he saw fit. He told me that when the moon was full, I was to return to the ruin, where he would take me as his mate, as his bitch. Take me and make me like him.

I can feel the excitement welling up inside me even as I write this. My quill is shaking in my hand as the sun sets. The townsfolk will probably wonder where I have gone, but I made no friends here. Not for lack of trying, but because they are all terribly close-minded.

I can hear the howling now... My soul yearns to go to it and my body is practically rising from this chair. I shall not resist or deny myself any longer. I go now to be with my alpha. I go now to serve Cernunnos.

Simon looked down at the sheaves of paper before him. He smiled, signing and dating the final page. Blowing on the ink to dry it, he then stacked all the papers neatly on his desk. Getting up from his seat, he walked to the back door, sliding back the bolts and stepping out into the warm rays of the setting sun. Closing the door behind him, he set out across the fields towards the forest. There were a few farmers still working in the fields. They gave him a few vaguely familiar nods, before going back to their work. Simon couldn't help feel sorry for them. They spent their whole lives working, suffering and trying to have what should be free to all. They could free themselves so easily, but their closed minds prevented them from seeing this.

Simon shook his head and continued towards the trees. By the time he reached the treeline, the sun was already behind the horizon. He began walking the now well-versed path towards the small ruin, excitement and anticipation growing inside of him. As he walked, he slowly discarded his clothing. The cool air washing over his naked skin felt freeing. It was all he could do to stop himself from breaking into a run. As he reached the ruin, the sky had darkened, and the moon was on the rise. He looked around, but saw no sign of Awarnach. He sat down on the grass to wait, although he did not have long.

It was not Awarnach that came to him first, but the light of the full moon. It slowly filled the clearing, bathing Simon with its glow. As the silver-blue light hit his body, Simon felt strangely light headed. He gazed up at the moon, letting it's light wash over him. He was suddenly overcome by a desire he could not ignore. Throwing back his head, he howled at the moon. But it was not a human's pitiful attempt at howling. It rolled up from his chest, through his throat and burst from his mouth, rattling his teeth with its force and volume. As the howl died off, Simon opened his eyes and saw Awarnach standing opposite him at the other end of the clearing. Simon eagerly got to his feet, running over to the werewolf.

Awarnach opened his arms and took Simon in a deep embrace. The two kissed, holding each other tightly. It was Awarnach who broke the kiss first. Simon let out a disappointed whine, but Awarnach placed a finger to his lips and gently shushed him.

"Are you ready... to begin?" He growled.

"Yes. I've never been more ready for anything in my life!" Simon replied, smiling.

"Good."

Awarnach took Simon by the hand and led him into the ruin, placing him in the middle of the crumbling walls where the bright moonlight was strongest. Raising his arm to his mouth, Awarnach bit his wrist.

He offered the blood that flowed forth to Simon, and Simon wasted no time in clamping his mouth around the small wound. The hot blood flowed into the human's mouth. It was salty and metallic in taste, yet Simon drank greedily.

"Drink... until the wound heals." Awarnach said, holding his mate close, stroking his hair with his free hand. After about a minute, Simon let go of Awarnach's wrist with a gasp, blood trickling down his chin. His expression was glazed; his eyes fogged and mouth agape.

"Relax... let it take you... feel the gift grow inside you... feel the wolf blood flow inside of you..." Awarnach whispered into Simon's ear. Simon moaned, squirming slightly in the large wolf's grip.

Awarnach gently lowered Simon onto all fours, gently nibbling his ears and neck. Simon was panting, sweat beading all over his body. Awarnach looked up at the moon, closing his eyes and smiling as the light spilled over them both. He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning back to Simon. Simon was whimpering softly on the ground. His body shook and sweat dripped off his chin onto the ground. Awarnach knelt down next to the human, tracing a claw from the centre of his neck, down to the base of his spine. Simon moaned quietly, the sound sounding more feral than before.

Awarnach moved around behind the shuddering human and reached between his legs, carefully grasping the human's erect member. Simon groaned and bucked his hips. Awarnach smirked. He knew exactly what to do here. The same had been done to him nearly a hundred and fifty years ago, although for him it had been far less enjoyable. His alpha had had no love for Awarnach, and abused him ruthlessly for over a decade, before Cernunnos saw fit to break the spell on Awarnach's mind. Awarnach did not hesitate in slaughtering his master, the one who soiled Cernunnos' name by abusing the Horned God's gift.

The human quaked under his gentle touch, moaning and panting like the good bitch he was. Awarnach would not let his past experiences shape him as an Alpha. Besides, this human was special. He could tell, even without the Horned one telling him. Releasing the human's member, he placed both hands on the soft rump before him. He carefully spread Simon's cheeks, and pressed his hot, wet tongue against the human's sphincter. Simon huffed and arched his back, looking over his shoulder at Awarnach. The werewolf glanced up from his tender ministrations and saw the human's eyes had changed. They were like pools of liquid emerald, practically glowing in the light of the moon. His hair also appeared to be lengthening. The change was beginning.

Awarnach moved from his knees to a half crouch, leaning over the human's body, gently resting some of his weight on Simon's back. Simon gasped and raised his body, pressing up into his Alpha. Awarnach grunted.

"Do you like... feeling me... dominate you?" he whispered into Simon's ear. Simon sighed and nodded. Awarnach could feel his own arousal tight between his legs. Leaning back slightly, he rested his engorged member between Simon's buttocks. He began rubbing his member up and down, causing the human to rock back against him.

"Do you want... to become mine?" Awarnach asked softly, gently stroking himself using Simon's rump. Simon whined and nodded.

"Say it to me."

"Y-yes master..."

"Louder."

"Yes master!"

"Are you my bitch?"

"Yes master!"

"Do you want... me to take you... mate you?"

"Oh yes master! Please master!"

Awarnach grinned, and slowly pressed the tip of his erection into Simon. The human cried out and Awarnach growled as his thick member slid into the tight hole. Simon squirmed and gasped, pain nearly jolting him out of his euphoric trance. But Awarnach cooed softly in his ear, telling him to relax and submit. Simon could only pant and nod, robbed of the ability to do anything else by the large erection filling him. Awarnach continued his push, filling Simon more and more until his girthy knot prevented him from going any further. The human was overcome with bliss, his body spasming around the invading member. Awarnach began to pull slowly out, he was being careful so as not to damage the human before he had... toughened up.

Slowly pushing himself back, Awarnach growled softly, feeling the human's body beginning to grow. Soon he would be able to really fuck his new mate! The transformation was happening faster now. All Simon could feel was sexual ecstasy as he was slowly ploughed from behind. He could feel the weight of his master on his back and smell his wonderful scent. He was in heaven. Awarnach began letting out soft gasps and moans as well. Simon was tighter than he had been expecting, and entering a tunnel as tight as this was somewhat over stimulating. Simon had now grown a shaggy mane and his teeth were becoming longer and more canid. Awarnach settled into a gentle but steady rhythm, his member sliding in and out with more ease as Simon slowly grew in size.

The human's muscles began bulging outwards, growing thicker and more powerful. Awarnach was lost in his own world though. He was trying to loosen Simon up enough for him to take the werewolf's sizable knot. To that effect, he was nuzzling and nibbling the transforming human's neck and ears, murmuring into his ear. Simon could only buck his hips and whine in response. His tongue hung out of his mouth, becoming flatter and more wolf-like. Awarnach was finding his resistance waning too. He could feel his orgasm building far more rapidly than he had anticipated. He was so aroused by the warm, wet hole he was fucking, there would be little chance of tonight's bliss lasting much longer.

Awarnach growled, placing a hand on the back of Simon's head and pushed him gently down so that only his rump was in the air. Simon complied obediently, resting his head on the soft grass. As Awarnach was righting himself, his hand slipped on Simon's sweat covered back. His body lurched forwards and his knot slipped inside Simon with a wet slurp. Awarnach's eyes went wide, and his orgasm surged through his waist, his body arching in response to the sudden pleasure. He began unloading his thick, hot wolf seed deep into Simon.

Simon let out a loud cry of pleasure as the knot filled him, slamming into his prostate. He began to cum as well, his seed painting the forest floor as he was filled with sticky cum. He curved his back up, letting out a howl of pleasure, his face cracking and elongating as he did so. His ears had moved around his head, becoming long and pointed. He growled and squirmed, the heat filling his bowels making him pant with lust. Awarnach held him around the chest, carefully rolling onto his side, taking Simon with him. They lay there, panting in the moonlight, tied together and sticky with arousal.

As the sun rose over the forest, Simon growled and stirred in his sleep. He could feel the soft warmth of Awarnach beside him, his arms holding him in a loving embrace. He sighed softly, turning to face his master, nuzzling the werewolf's fur. He became very aware of how much more intense Awarnach smelt now. Opening his eyes, Simon sat up, yawning and stretching. Awarnach grumbled next to him. Simon smiled down at his sleeping Alpha, before getting to his feet and looking down at his body. His muzzle split into a wide grin.

"How does it feel?"

Simon turned to see Awarnach sitting up and smiling at him.

"I have longed for this since the day we met." Simon replied.

"Well, I'm glad you like it... shaman." Awarnach said, amber gaze flicking down to Simon's feet. Simon looked down and saw small flowers blossoming and plants growing around his feet.

"Oh wow..." Simon breathed.

Awarnach watched his mate dance around the clearing, watching the plants grow. He would control it in time. It would be instinctive. So for now, Awarnach sat back and admired Simon's new beauty. He was about a foot shorter than Awarnach, and his fur was a ruddy reddish-gold. The fur on his forearms and on his lower legs was black, as was his mane. His tail became paler towards the tip, almost turning white at the very end. Awarnach got to his feet and caught Simon in a hug as he danced past. Simon giggled and growled. One was always giddy after the change.

"I take it you like your new form?" Awarnach said, nuzzling Simon's ear.

"Yes! Everything is so... indescribable! Sight, sounds, smells... no human could describe this."

"I know... it is exhilarating. But come; let us be away from here. There is so much of this world unknown to humans. This forest alone shall take many moons to explore."

Simon nodded, a soft green glow emanating from his hands and eyes. Awarnach looked down and saw wisps of something resembling green smoke, sublimating from the paws of his lover. It tingled on his skin, sending pleasant warmth through his body.

He growled and nipped Simon's ear, letting him go. He walked to the edge of the clearing and dropped to all fours.

"Come then. Once we can no longer smell these humans, I shall take you properly, and you can feel what it is like to truly submit." He said, eyes dancing.

Simon smiled, dropping to all fours too, trotting up to Awarnach.

"Yes master. I look forwards to it!"

And with that, they both ran into the forest, the town and the clearing disappearing behind them. They ran for the rest of the day, Simon marvelling at how his body kept going. He wanted to run! He wanted to run and explore! And the two lovers did just that. Then, that night under the stars, Simon was taught the meaning of the word 'submission'.