The Umbra Nightfall! - Part 2

Hi! Celestial Serenity here! Some foot notes before you read the following;

This one took me a lot longer than I would have liked it to. I just... didn't work on it for a really long time. Regardless! I hope that whomever decides to read this enjoys it!

The following text contains graphic sex between two males. If that's not your thing, leave now. 18+, the usual.

Hunger was gnawing away at Seth while he quietly sat in a wooden seat. His fingers pressed intently against the text of a page, eyes darting back and forth in search of knowledge. The book he read was an old leatherbound tome, the parchment within was well worth and brittle beneath his touch. A gentle candle flame lit up the small space he took up, keeping it from being too obvious that he was still in the library. Metal clanked as he shifted, still armored from neck to toe in his full knight regalia. He didn't have the time to change out of it, though. It was the last thing he had on his mind on the night of the full moon, no matter how uncomfortable it happened to be at the time.

It had been nearly two months now since Seth had his first encounter with a creature of the night. A werewolf, to be exact. As his memory recalls, the beast was never found after breaking into Emily's room that rainy night. Seth didn't stick around to find out, and he couldn't exactly ask about it. There was no way he was suppose to know about what happened at that manor. He'd been shipped back to the capital city of Eden barely a week after the event took place, and things had been increasingly strange since then. The first problem Seth was having, was that Emily was even more heavily guarded than she'd been in the past. He hasn't been able to see her a single time, other than from a distance. She would offer him a faint smile, he would return it, but it was brief. It was nothing.

The second problem was, though he wasn't sure if it was a problem, he had completed his training. He was a full fledged knight finally, and was serving with the other Watchers that guarded Eden and all of the surrounding towns and cities. The only reason he might of considered that problematic was because he was constantly being assigned watch duty, on towers, walls, and being sent on patrols on nights like this. Which meant he was around other people, a lot of other people. Normally he would have been glad to go along, and serve as the knight that he now was, were it not for his third problem.

Unbearable hot flashes. Unlike anything Seth had ever experienced before in his life, and it was usually when his mind wandered back to that night in the manor, when he had gotten to meet his very first werewolf. 'Meet' was a word he used lightly when he thought about it, encounter was a more loosely used term for the subject. Sweat would build up beneath his armor, coating his skin. His breathing would grow shallow almost instantly, and it would feet like all his muscles went lethargic at the same time. His eyesight would become blurry and create black and purple blotches forming in his vision. Probably the most uncomfortable part of the hot flashes he had came with the coupled arousal that always followed suit. In the midst of his panting and sweating, there would be the instantly recognizable pressure of his hardened shaft pressed up against his codpiece. It wasn't his idea of fun to be grinding against metal while he was on duty.

No amount of drinking would cool his body down, no ice or wet cloths on his forehead. They were impossible to sate, and they seemed to be becoming more frequent. Which is why he took to the library in Eden, more specifically, the Watch's Archive. Here he could find everything ever known about werewolf related illnesses, since Seth was almost positive that his hot flashes were directly related to that encounter. He hadn't been bitten, and couldn't remember having any scratch marks on his body. He was sure that if he was going to turn, he would of done so by now. Since it'd be nearly two months, that was out of the picture. Something was going on with his body though, and he intended to find out. So far, he found nothing at all that could help him.

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Seth let out a frustrated sigh. Another tome that offered him nothing he didn't already know. The text clearly read that if someone was bitten, they'd turn within days. He wasn't bitten. It'd been weeks. He still was as human as ever. There were also the signs of turning into a werewolf. Mostly it was subtle changes in features, the narrowing of the jaw, a change in the shape of the eye, ears pointing, becoming hairy. None of these things were symptoms Seth had. There was absolutely nothing about hot flashes, or hyperarousal directly linked to an encounter with a Werewolf.

"Dammit!" He grunted. The book was tossed aside from the small study desk he sat at. He leaned his elbows down against the wooden frame, lacing his fingers into his hair and cradling his head desperately. He was trembling a bit at this point. One of the hot flashes was creeping up on him, because he was thinking about that night again. He couldn't help himself really, the images were so vivid in his mind. They were so fresh, like they'd just happened an hour ago.

Seth could feel the bristle of fur along his sweat laden skin, caressing every hardened muscle on his body. He could hear the panted breaths of a beast, washing down his neck in a feral lust. Even the smell was there, the strong, pungent scent of his coupling with the canid. Lucid images flashed in his mind, recalling when he'd gotten sight of the thick, pulsing, stark red shaft jutting out between its furry legs. He could still trace every vein on it, as if they were embedded marks in his flesh from having it pressed against his insides. It'd all been so sudden, yet there wasn't a single moment from that night that Seth didn't remember.

What truly disgusted him was the fact that it hazed out his previous moment with Emily on that night. He'd almost forgotten that he was with her that night, or why he was even there. All he could remember was the wolf. Those dark, hungering red eyes... the form that rippled beneath fur, strong legs that were shaped from years of predatory hunting. Coarse black fur, clinging to every inch of its body, not a single strand darker or lighter than the rest. It had human-like hands, were it not for the elongated fingers with the razor sharp claws for nails. The feet, it had paws to replace them. Both adorned three toes, with equally frightening claws. Each piece of the wolf seemed like it was designed to tear kill ruthlessly and effortlessly, and it did. Seth had seen many examples of this since that night, with other werewolves. They were all different from that one though, none of them were as lust-crazed, or large. None of them had the piercing red gaze, the ebon fur that screamed demon at first sight.

Despite all those things he should fear about the particular wolf on mind, Seth's mind kept drawing back to what lay between its legs. His heart pounded in his chest, to the point he swore it might burst from his rib cage had he not been tightly secure in shiny plate. He imagined if he could just get his hands on the wolf, his fingers sliding down its body while he dropped to his knees... lips parting with his tongue lashing against that crimson length-...

Seth dragged his gauntlet against his mouth. Was he salivating? His teeth ground together as he pushed himself up from the table with an annoyed scoff. He wanted no part of the wolf, other than to have its head on the end of his sword. His metal one, that is. He didn't mean the one between his legs. Though it honestly wouldn't be that bad to have the wolf on the end of that sword either-

No. He wouldn't entertain those kind of thoughts.

He punched the table out of frustration, leaving a rather large mark along the otherwise flawless wood. "Shit." He muttered. His eyes slowly averted over to the book he'd tossed away, noticing that it lay open to a page near the end that he hadn't yet read. He picked the book up and started to read from the top of the page, it was a note on alchemic reactions with different fluids from differing beasts of the wild.

_'Many studies have been conducted on the reactions between man and the things they encounter in the world. The most famous and noted ones are the reactions that cause man to no longer be man. The best examples of these are; Lycanthropy, Vampirism, and Zombification. There are, however, other afflictions that aren't as regarded by the populace. For example, when encountering a Siren, a man can lose his mind upon hearing her song. No one is exactly sure why this is. Is the song truly that alluring? Is it a spell? Is something happening in the mind that we're unable to comprehend because we can't study such a thing?

Siren blood -does- however, have a direct effect on humans. It causes a mindless stupor to overcome the subject, leaving them in a state similar to that of the sailor tales after hearing the song. This leads us to believe that it's something within the blood of a Siren that makes their song so alluring.

There are some things that are still being heavily studied. Mainly, what causes Lycanthropy. It's known that a direct bite from a Werewolf always leads to Lycanthropy. There are no ifs ands or buts about this process. It has been studied and is confirmed as fact. However, it is not the blood that causes the transformation. Something in the -bite- causes man to turn into beast. Studies have been conducted by the Alchemical Society of Eden that states that blood from a Werewolf has no true effect on man...'Seth continued to read the rest of the studies conducted on Werewolves. Apparently, it'd been impossible for anyone to ever capture a live one. Because all the weapons the Watch used were silver, which was like poison to the canids, they all died after making any form of contact with the weapons. And nothing less than silver could detain, capture, or stop a wolf in its tracks. It made it extremely difficult to control them, to the point that people would lose their lives just trying to get one to the Alchemical Society._

Blood was ruled out though. Not that Seth had gotten any blood on him. Saliva from the wolf seemed like the most promising thing to look into, since it was the bites that caused someone to turn. The text theorized that the wolves might have some kind of venom, but no tests were ever conducted that might subject someone to turning into a Lycanthrope. So, blood, saliva, and possible poison. There was one other liquid that was on the tip of his mind, a certain reproductive one. But the tome didn't even mention that, or hint in it's direction. He didn't really expect it to, who in their right mind would be doing tests with werewolf semen?

Seth made the decision that he was going to visit the Alchemical Society and ask questions there. Vauge ones. Maybe he could get a hint in the right place.

___________________________________________________________________________________It was what he expected it to be. A large building with multiple chimneys blowing smoke stacks up into the air. Located on the far edge of a long forgotten district in Eden, it was the perfect place for experiments to go wrong, and no one to be caught in the crossfire because of it. The canals that should of carried water were oily and sludged with all manners of chemicals unrecognizable to his untrained eyes. Alchemy wasn't ever his strong point, and he didn't really care either. Behind the building stood the wall that surrounded all of Eden, a good fourty, fourty-five feet up, towering over all except from the Central Palace itself.

He inhaled deeply and entered. The room he entered first was cramped, with a bench and only two doors. One leading in, the other out. In the corner of the room stood a torch, above a desk and chair. In the chair sat a woman, who looked up from her work to stare with confusion at Seth.

"We don't have any Watch rounds scheduled for this week at all. We just got the new subject, you can't expect us to be ready for a report. What's a Knight doing here?" She asked. Large circular specs sat on the bridge of her nose, making her eyes look four times larger than they actually were. Probably had something to do with all the numbers she dealth with, Seth figured.

"Ah... I'm here on personal business, actually. I'm looking for a bit of information. Is there someone I could talk to?" Seth asked in a confident tone. He didn't want to seem pushy for what he wanted, or suspicious. He was just glad the hot flash had passed on his walk over here. A really uncomfortable walk, by the way. For reasons mentioned earlier. He did wonder what the new subject she was talking about was though. It must have been a higher up thing if he didn't get to hear about it.

"I see. I'll go look around to see if anyone isn't busy right the moment. Please sit." The woman gestured to the bench and stood before leaving the room out the far door that Seth hadn't come in through.

He considered sitting. He probably would have, had the bench not looked so flismy. He'd probably break it in all the plate he was wearing right now. Too heavy. He wasn't kept waiting for all that long anyways. In a matter of moments, the woman he recognized was passing through the door again. On her heel was a tall, slim gentleman, in his late fourties. He had a receeding hairline, and signs of gray were showing harshly. He wore similar specs to the woman, except his eyes seemed only twice as large as they actually were, rather than four.

"Not often does a Knight want anything from us, by themselves anyways! Please, please. Come along and I'll hear what it is you need." The man gestured Seth to follow, so he did.

The two of them passed through the door and into a long narrow hallway. Every few steps had another door, labeled with things that meant nothing to Seth. They passed through another door and into a much larger room that reminded Seth of a blacksmith. Except for potions. Dozens of people stood around in similar clothing, long brown linen cloaks and hoods while they clinked about their vials and watched things set flame and fume.

"This is our main research lab. Where we get most of our testing done." The man Seth was following motioned about the place. "Quite glorious, don't you think?" He said, excitedly.

Seth nodded, "Very." He just agreed so he could ask his questions and be on his way. The place was giving him the creeps. They were only in the main research lab for a few moments, passing through it and into a private study that looked exactly like the main research lab except... smaller.

"So, what is it that you want to know about, Knight?" The alchemist asked, looking to Seth expectantly as he did so.

"Werewolves." Seth said bluntly.

"Werwolves? You know this is an alchemical research laboratory, yes?" The alchemist replied.

"Yes, I know that. I was more interested in their... fluids. Blood, saliva. Venom. Things like that. I read in a book that tests had been conducted here." Seth said.

The Alchemist looked intrigued for a moment. "That they have. And still -are- being conducted. You came to ask this question at the right time! Though Miss LeBicka said that you weren't here for the new subject?"

"I'm not." Seth responded, looking equally as confused as the Alchemist at this point.

"How odd. You're here for information on Werewolves and you didn't know that the Watch had recently captured one and it was being kept here for testing?" The Alchemist tilted his head and adjusted the large specs on his nose.

A lump formed in Seth's throat. "What?" He asked in a meek voice. He quickly cleared his throat and tried his best to recover a presentable demeanor. "I, I mean no. I didn't hear about that at all. Like I said... I was here on personal things. I read that... Werewolves couldn't be captured. How is this possible?"

The Alchemist ushered Seth out of the room. "Come, come. It's best for me to show you."

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Seth could feel one of his hot flashes creeping up on him. They moved throughout the building, into corridors and halls that no one would be able to guess the building even had from looking at it on the outside. It was like a dungeon, with low cobblestone cielings and torch lit walls. There were no doors along these walls, it was just a one way hall that he was being led through. The Alchemist pulled a key from his robes when they came upon a large iron door.

"This is where we keep all of our live subjects. It's safer this way. If they escape somehow, they're trapped. There is only one way in, and one way out." the Alchemist said.

When the door opened, it was revealed that the area was infact a dungeon. But not for humans. It was for the mythical creatures of the night. Countless manners of beasts resided behind silver bars, screeching, hissing, roaring. Even the Watch didn't have something as demented as this beneath its barracks.

"This. This is what was recently brought to us, by the Knights." the Alchemist continued. He had made his way down while Seth was distracted by creatures he had only seen in texts and heard of in training. Seth padded up to the cell that the Alchemist was standing infront of and froze in an instant.

Sitting in a corner of the cell, hunkered over the scraps of food, was a werewolf of pure black fur. Crimson red eyes fixated on Seth, its tail twitching against the cobblestone wall behind it. Ears perked up on its head, flicking from side to side like they were searching for specific sounds beneath the screeching of the other beasts in the dungeon.

Seth's body ached. He felt like he wanted to melt through his armor into a pool just so that he could have the beast lap up his remains. It was a sickening feeling. Like he belonged completely and utterly to the creature in the corner of the cell. He wanted to shove himself into the cell, to offer his being up as if it were nothing. His entire existance at that specific moment was only purposed for the canid's entertainment. He didn't know why, or how, but he had to get in that cell. Or get the wolf out of it. Either way, it was a burning necessity that was searing away at his mind.

The Alchemist was talking, describing how the Watch had captured the beast. Seth wasn't listening though. His eyes were locked with the crimson red stare directed back at him. It was a silent, wordless conversation. A deep understanding settling between the two. Seth recognized the wolf. It recognized him. Seth could finally sate his hot flashes, if he could just get to the wolf, somehow get through those silver bars that seperated the two. The words of the Alchemist were lost on Seth until the final few sentences.

"It was as if it was looking for something. So intently it ignored the Watch, and simply allowed itself to be captured. It made no hostile movements when it was captured, and hasn't since. Nothing we know about their kind can explain this behavior." He rambled on. Then noticed that Seth wasn't responding, and looked shellshocked. "Lad? Are you alright? Lad!" The Alchemist prodded at Seth.

"Erm..." Seth swallowed. Dragging his gaze away from the beast might have been the hardest thing he's ever done in his entire life. But he managed to get his attention over to the Alchemist. "Looking... for something?" Seth echoed. He knew what it was looking for. It had been looking for -him-. And now it had found him. Except, he found it, not the other way around. Was this its intention all along? But how would it of known that Seth would end up here to look for it... He shook his head harshly, nothing in his mind was making any kind of sense. Not with the burning sensation in his mind being this close to the canid.

Seth managed to ask his pathetic questions to the Alchemist, standing directly infront of the culprit. It didn't matter that they were seperated by bars, Seth still felt small, powerless, weak. He left the dungeon as soon as he could, wanting to be far away from the wolf as soon as physically possible. Atleast, that's what he thought he wanted. He subconciously swiped the key from the Alchemist on their way out, and tucked it safely away into his hip bag without being noticed. He left immediately after that, offering his thanks for the answered questions and being on his way. ___________________________________________________________________________________

The night dragged on slowly. Seth waited by the canals, biding his time for everyone to leave the Alchemical building. It dawned on him that he didn't know how many people were in there, he didn't count. And there were so many rooms, rooms that people could have been inside of. The logical part of his mind told him to drop the key into the canal, and leave. Never come back, just leave. Forget about the wolf, live with the hot flashes, become a better knight, and keep trying for Emily. The spark of black in his mind told him that this is what he lived for. He had to get in that cell. There was no other way. And for some reason, Seth decided that the spark of black was what he wanted to listen to.

The last person to leave was the woman at the front desk. Seth knew this because as she left, she locked the place up. Seth hoped his key would get him back in, as well as into the dungeon itself. And there was the matter of the cell. He suddenly wished that he'd swiped more than just one key.

Luckily, it did manage to get him in. After the woman left, Seth had approached the front door. The key slid in effortlessly, and turned the lock open. He entered, it was dark. The torches had been put out. Hopefully that meant that everyone had infact left for the night. He figured that people probably lived here, too. It was a large building. He prayed that they were heavy sleepers, or off in some far reach of the building that wasn't close to the Dungeon. Step by step, he retraced his way back through the corridors and halls, to that remote portion of the building that started to look progressively more Dungeon-like.

He didn't need torches to get where he was going. There was a deep need within his body that pulled at him, drew him closer and closer to those crimson red eyes. Oh, how he longed to be within their gaze just one more time. At the same time, the stare intimidated him. Made his hair stand on end, and sent shivers down his spine. The key opened up the large iron door aswell. And he was met instantly with the repetitive screeching and snarling of the beasts around him. Seth passed them by and paid no mind to them at all. His heart beat resounded against his eardrums, marking the building anticipation of seeing that wolf crouched down in the corner.

When he got to the final cell, the one where the canid was, his eyes widened. The dungeon room was still torch lit, a final flickering torch managing to illuminate just enough for Seth to see that the beast was now standing upright. And it was only about an inch away from the bars and Seth.

It was tall, broad chested, wide shouldered. Seth had only been on the ground with it before, and it seemed large then. Standing upright, it dwarfed the Knight almost. It had a good two feet in height on him, and was slouched over slightly due to the anatomy of its legs. If it stood as tall as it could get... Seth could only imagine. His hand trembled, fingering at the key that had gotten him this far. Would it open up the cell too? Did he really want to open the cell? The canid beast was gazing at him. Expectantly. Knowingly. Its grasp was clasped onto his mind in ways he didn't understand. But the moment his eyes met the beast's, he opened the cell door. The key worked. Seth had single handedly broken into the Alchemical building and released a werewolf into Eden.

He was a dead man.

He had to draw the cell door open, due to the fact that the wolf couldn't come into direct contact with the silver without burning itself. It swung open wide, leaving plenty of room for the beast to slip through. Seth was surprised to see how unscathed it was, not a single blade mark or patch of fur out of place. It had really given itself willingly to the Watch without any kind of fight at all. And they'd taken its bait, and let it into the city. Led it straight to Seth. And now it had him. Seth's chin was cupped in the massive hand of the lycan, claws tapping gently at his cheeks. To most humans, this would have been the most frightening thing in the world. To Seth? ... It was still the most frightening thing in the world.

But then came a quick, wet lick across the tip of his nose. It was so out of place and unexpected that he thought he'd just imagined it. The flurry of licks against his face tossed out the imagining things theory. The werewolf was actually lathering his face in affectionate -licking-. Seth was beyond confused. Everything he knew about anything had been completely turned upside down and inside out. Werewolves were suppose to be inherently evil beings. Demonic entities from the night, meant only to kill humans and make their lives terrible. But this one before him was being so sporatic, and was acting like a... a puppy.

It didn't last long though. After a moment it stopped, and turned towards the exit. "W-wait! You can't leave that way! You'll be seen!" Seth blurted out. He didn't know why. Did they even understand words? He didn't think they did. But, it did turn around to look at him. Its head cocked to the side, ears twitching from side to side. With a dismissive flick of the tail, it dropped onto all fours and started to run through all of the doors that Seth had left open on his way in. Seth found his own feet moving before he could think about following after it. He just did, like it was second nature.

Once outside, the beast idly sniffed at the air. It looked from side to side, padded around in circles, and gave a small whimper. Seth had no idea how it would get out of the city without being seen. It just wasn't possible, not in Eden. There were bound to be Knights everywhere that would kill it on sight. It made its way over to the canals, laden with the various chemicals that had been dumped that night. The wretched as the powerful scent invaded its nostrils, due to its hightened senses. It seemed to understand that, that was a perfect way out of the city though. It gave a quick glance over its shoulders, to Seth. Its tongue lolled freed, dragging in what seemed like a seductive manner across its maw, before it leapt into the canals.

Seth cringed at the sight, but the beast never came back up. It swam through the canals and straight out of the city through where the systems drained out.

Seth was sure he was going to grow an extra head... or arm, for doing this. But he had to follow. He, as quickly as he could, stripped out of his armor, dropping the plate onto the stone ground without a care for it. Once he was down to nothing but linen trousers, he dove into the canal after the werewolf. He'd stopped questioning his actions at some point. Like why he had released the wolf, or why he was following it. He just accepted that these were things he was going to do, for now atleast. Until he got to the bottom of his insane lust, or the burning in his mind. Or died. These were the only endings to this scenario for Seth.

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The beast was no where to be seen once he arrived outside of the city walls. The canals had led him straight under the wall and into the lake they drained out to. Now he lay along the bank of the lake, waters lapping at his feet under the pale moonlight. The cloth over his legs were drenched, his body was cold and soaked, shivering in the slightest as night winds blew over his bare skin. Seth's eyes wandered from side to side, expecting at any moment to catch the monster in his sight. He didn't though, and there was no sound to greet his ears except for the chirp of various insects in the night, with the occasional hoot of a nearby owl.

The Knight grimaced and slowly rose up to a stand, staring up at the imposingly high walls of his city. He could never return now, his armor would be found beside the apothecary, the beast found missing. They'd figure him dead, and if not dead then the reason that the creature was able to escape. In which case he'd be killed anyways for blasphemic treachery against mankind. He clutched his skull tightly in his hands and started to walk out into the darkness of the forest. The dim light from the moon cascading through the leaves provided a small amount of solace and guidance towards where he was walking, not that he was going anywhere in particular.

And then he was tumbling through roots and twigs on the ground, scraping through dirt and making silent cries while the wind was knocked free from his lungs. The world spun around him, streaks of red and white blurring through his vision in horrid attempt to regain focus of things around him. An earsplitting howl shattered his mind, making his heartrate increase in an instant. Seth threw his head back and began to writhe around in the entanglement of roots and twigs, searching for some kind of footing.

He could no longer see the moonlight through the trees above him, something black and ominous was blocking his view of the sky. Familiar red eyes reminded him of who he'd come chasing after, and that he'd found it. Rather, it had found him. He was splayed out helpelessly beneath the massive creature, canid rasps the only familiar noise that was reaching his ears. One of his hot flashes had kicked in the moment he heard the howl, his manhood painfully erect against his thigh and pulled tight by the wet cloth he was wearing.

Seth tilted his head back just in time to feel long strokes of a tongue washing over his neck, along his skin and down his chest. Tense muscles went lax, the werewolf finding it's way to one of the senstive pink nubs of flesh on his pectoral muscles, hardened and sensitive from the cold he was experiecing. The Knight let out a sharp moan, teeth ever so slightly nibbling against his nipple with a tongue curling against it and over it almost as if he were being explored. He inhaled a deep breath as the treatment was applied, saliva coating over his chest. The beast seemed fascinated by the pink nub, applying the same tactics to the other one and leaving Seth panting and wiggling beneath the hulking fur frame.

Then the beast's head was making its way down his abdomen, tongue lashing over muscles and teasing at his navel in explicit strokes. Clawed hands had at some point curled around his waist, tearing away at the flimsy cloth covering his crotch and legs. The moment the restrictions were gone, his cock sprung upwards and smacked the werewolf square in the chin. He shivered as fur tickled the swollen head of his shaft, a low growl coming from his furry companion. Companion, if it could be called that. The wolf's tongue found its next toy with Seth's shaft, tasting the man's flesh and dancing along the skin of his now twitching length.

The Knight could do little but curl his toes and arch his back, his mind lost to some depth that it would likely never return from. In the night he could see nothing except the red eyes above his crotch, and the pale moonlight filtering through leaves above him. The insects continued to chirp, nothing seemed as still as it did with his first encounter. Everything out in the wild with the wolf seemed much more... natural, as if this were the way the world were meant to happen.

The tongue left his cock as soon as it had come, leaving him twitching and neglected. Hot breath washed over the pliable skin of his ballsac, the beast was nuzzling into his balls and inhaling his scent so deeply Seth thought no trace of his smell would remain by the end. Water from the lake had done much to dillute the masculine musk of his form, but it was still present enough for the werewolf to find it enticing. The long, smooth canine tongue slid over his sac in one long stroke, dragging his balls slightly up the base of his cock before letting them flop back between his thighs.

Fur dragged over his crotch and up his body, encompassing him in a powerful warmth. He was being laid ontop of, the hungry snout of the werewolf pressed against his neck and licking tenderly. He rolled his hips out of instinct, grinding his crotch against the beast's fur and leaving a matted mess of precum in the dark strands.

Something clicked in Seth's mind that made his entire body move at the same time, every muscle working against the beast ontop of them that sent the two tumbling over in the thicket of roots and twigs. Sticks snapped and the two uncomfortably shifted against uneven ground, until the Knight found himself ontop of the werewolf, holding the beast down by the shoulders.

He wasn't sure how long he would have this. A confused snarl came from the creature, and Seth was sure the only reason he wasn't being thrown off was sheer confusion at this point. He slid down the beast's body, wiggling his way between thick furry thighs. The moonlight happened to perfectly illuminate the holy grail of his desires, the object that spurred on every hot flashed induced orgasm he brought himself to over the passed few weeks. Standing proudly before his eyes was the massive pillar of wolfcock, jutting free from its furred sheath. Every vein that pulsed along the length had been traced a thousand times in his head, he remembered them all so vividly. It was an angry red color, throbbing at an unnatural pace with the heartbeat racing within the beast. Even now it continued to swell upwards, well beyond the length of his own shaft and as thick around as his wrist.

His hands reached out to touch, the tips of his fingers drawing out a low grunt from the beast as they made contact. His tongue was the next to join, his face pressing up against the canid tool. Seth lathered the werewolf's cock in a series of kisses and elaborate licks, swirling his tongue and tracing circles against it. His hands squeezed and stroked, abusing every nerve ending in the pillar of flesh he could get his greedy little fingers on. Worship was a word that came to Seth's mind, devoting himself so fervently to the beast.

The moment a clear strand of precum met the tastebuds on his tongue, he knew what the source of his hotflashes were. Kept snuggly hidden away from him in the werewolf's balls was cum that had left him with an unsatable desire. And just a drop wasn't nearly enough to bring him from the cusp of insanity. Oh no, he needed much, much more.

He swore he could feel the beast grinning down at him as he dragged its cock against his lips and cheeks in reckless abandon. Furred legs had spread apart at some point, granting him the ease of access to anything he wanted. He felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest at any moment from sheer thrill of the situation. A rough upwards buck from the werewolf's hips gave him a signal he chose not to ignore. Seth wrapped his lips around the tapered tip of the beast's shaft, his tongue pushing along the glistening slit in a slow circle.

Another howl pierced the air, and a blur of movement had Seth's mouth filled with canine cock. He gagged around it, feeling the tip pushing against his throat and pushing his tongue flat in his mouth. It was then that he felt clawed fingers curling into his hair and pushing his head down, feeding more and more of the throbbing flesh into his mouth. His eyes narrowed as tears brimmed on the corners, his throat spasming around wolfcock as it was endlessly thrust upwards. His hands dropped to the beast's thighs, gripping tightly against fur.

The Knight let out a gurgled noise, saliva drooling from the corners of his mouth. His lips had finally bumped into the bulbous knot at the base of the werewolf's length. He only knew it was there because of the intense warmth and pulsing heartbeat against his lips- and the fact that the cock being forcefed to him had suddenly engorged to a thickness he couldn't take no matter how hard he tried. The hand on the back of his head eased off and he jolted up for a much needed gasp of air.

His face was flushed with color, and his knees had began to wobble. He could feel a thin trail of his own saliva connecting his tongue to the very tip of the werewolf's shaft. He went back down on the beast, without the guiding hand this time, all the way down to the knot. A growl of approval spurred Seth on, eagerly deepthroating the wolf's cock and swallowing around it, his hands sliding from the beast's thighs to get a grip on that thick knot.

The moment he did this, the beast went crazed. Two clawed hands were placed upon his skull. Bestial hips rolled the two of them over, not missing a beat in keeping the wolf's cock lodged deep in Seth's gullet. Once the Knight was under the beast again, it began to mercilessly facefuck the dazed Seth. His face and the beast's crotch were coated in a mixture of saliva and precum, his throat going sore as it was stretched against the pillar of wolfcock pumping into it.

His hands kneaded at the knot his fingers were entangled against, squeezing and gripping. The werewolf hilted against his face, the bulb grinding against his lips roughly. The wolf groaned loudly, its tongue lolling free from its mouth when it finally reached its peak. Cum surged into Seth's battered throat and pooled directly into his stomach, the knot in his hands thickening out and taking all the punishment that the Knight had to offer up for it.

What was likely just mere moments lasted hours for Seth, unable to get any air into his lungs with the werewolf's length spasming in his throat. His tongue weakly dragged along the underside of the beast's cock, feeling every surge of cum in its descent into his stomach. His vision started to blotch and his hands lost their strength on the knot he was working at, deprived of oxygen still. His reprieve came when the beast finally decided to pull back, a sopping wet mess of cock smeaing all over the Knight's face, dragging down his cheek and settling against the nape of his neck before the exhausted werewolf plopped down in that position, refusing to move.

Seth inhaled deeply through the werewolf's fur, his face still buried in the beast's crotch the way the creature had decided to lay. His breaths were rapid and gasped, and his throat burned. Yet, he found himself grasping at the beast's legs and burying himself deeper in the fur, a long awaited warmth finally settling over him.

Seth got his fix.