Chapter 2.5 - Heart of jealousy (XXX)

787 I.C, August 27, Everwinter: Baths, Night

The air was humid as I crawled through the duct and felt the clammy surface on the stones.

It was far from perfect, crawling through ducts for a chance to get a warm clean bath, but it beat the alternative as I had vowed never to set foot in the human baths once more. The mere thought made me cringe as I remembered the murky and stinking water tainted by sulfur.

The small duct opened up and revealed a larger section that reminded me of a chimney. Air was rushing upwards as it was driven by a natural convection of cold and warm air.

It carried a strong scent of wulfkins and I found it both familiar and a tad enticing even if it was rather raw, musky, and marked by the unique tint of wet dog.

I glanced up and could see the night sky far above, it meant that I was on the right track as the moist air of the baths had to be vacated rather than being trapped in the castle itself.

My focus shifted downward at the dark and seemingly endless pit. A slight grin grew on my lips as I realized that I was doing something that wulfkin would have considered impossible.

I reached out with a hand and felt along the wall surface as I focused on my magic. Threads of aetheric energy emerged from my hands and burrowed into the rock like spines to hold me in place. I repeated the same with my other hand and then climbed out as I started to descend.

The air grew warmer while the scents grew sweeter with the presence of soap and bath-salts. It ushered me on as I reached the bottom and continued down another duct.

A rushing sound of water could be heard and I caught sight of light emanating from ventilation grills up ahead. Joy filled my heart as I moved up to one of the grills and glanced down. To my surprise the bath was already occupied.

I frowned in irritation and was about to move on when my nose caught on the scent from the guest below. Excitement, musk, raw male, wolf, that rich tinge that filled the training halls.

My curiosity brought me closer to the grill as I tried to get a good look. The guest was male had a short proto-muzzle perked with a nose in the process of turning canine as it looked rather dark and flat.

He wore a white tunic that looked a tad too small as the big muscular and rounding chest pushed against the fabric and stretched the arms.

It was clear that this was a maturing wulfkin, one in the last stages before fully transforming into his new self. The sight of it made my heart pick up pace as I settled by the grill and watched.

The male grabbed his tunic by the collar and pulled as he eased it over his head that was crowned with tipped ears and a dusting of gray fuzz.

A downy coat of gray fur mixed with white covered his back and grew denser toward the base of his buttocks which sported thicker black guard hairs.

I drew a deep breath and soaked up the scent wafting from below, it held sharp edge that screamed of need and lust boiling below the surface.

The male stopped for a moment and seemed to admire himself as he ran his hands along the blooming pleasure trail that was in the process of becoming fur. His hands looked a bit stubby and the thumb in particular seemed out of place.

Short black claws had grown from the fingertips and trailed along the changing musculature and developing eight pack that was dented with new sets of black nipples.

The male drew a deep breath and exhaled before slipping his hands into the short cotton pants. He squirmed a little and leaned forward while his clawed fingers pushed and eased the pants down.

A short tail wriggled from the pants and began to wag as my eyes caught on his rump. His buttocks were receding and it pushed the plumbing into clear sight. Thick but short fur thinned around the star shaped opening and the underside of the tail where it would eventually move to reside.

My eyes widened in surprise as the pants pulled over the strong outline of the pelvic muscle and bulged as it revealed two oblong balls slung in a tight leathery sac.

Holy shit...

The two balls bulged from the backside like tennis balls and resettled as the male spread his legs and shook the garment from his leg.

No wonder they smell like horndogs all the time...

The sac itself was rather furless but was being overtaken by a dark and mottled texture that carried an oily sheen to it.

A guttural moan followed by a low growl was heard as the male reached down and cupped the large sac in a gentle rolling motion.

My eyes wandered down the strong legs and followed the sparse fur until it reached the changing feet. The heels had risen from the floor while the forefeet had splayed and fattened into full fledged paws.

The big claws jutting from the paws clicked on the stone floor as the male shifted his weight back and forth while playing with himself. I gulped and found myself panting as the scent strengthened.

The maturing wulfkin turned a little and revealed his bare front for me to see. Every excited gasp made the muscular chest verberate while the rather canine tongue dangled from the forming muzzle.

Ragged breaths and low growls filed the air as the maturing wulfkin reached down to his deepening groin and grabbed hold of the hefty shaft. The previous human glans had stretched and taken on a pointed tip while the shaft had blossomed with a stark red hue.

Pre-cum dripped from the oily shaft as the male gave the forming sheath a tug and eased it back. The shaft throbbed with every heartbeat and grew while lifting in the air like a heavy sausage.

A few strokes made the male shudder followed by a sudden humping motion that forced the sheath all the way back and popped out a fleshy knot.

Saliva dripped from the panting muzzle as the wulfkin started grunting and humped his own hand in a crouched stance.

The knot grew and the shaft seemed to grow rock solid as it bobbed against the furry abdomen and left droplets of pre clinging to fur like dewdrops.

RAH! RUH! UNGH! GRAH! GRUH!

My heart pounded as I watched the wulfkin work himself into a frenzy strong enough to make the bulging sack swing and bob with every thrust.

Ropes of pre began to shoot in spurts and hit the wall in streaks while droplets trailed down his legs and dripped onto the stone floor.

The smell of it had grown to the point of being so pungent that I imagined it seeping into my clothes.

A ripple moved through the wulfkin's body as he bared his teeth while the fur bristled. A bestial roar could be heard as he made one powerful stroke ranging from the tip to the bulging knot. The wulfkin almost fell over as he gripped the flaring knot by the base and arched his back in one final humping motion.

The large bulging sac by the back tightened and pulsed as the steady spurts of pre turned into white spurts that hit the wall and trickled down to join the mess by his paws.

His eyes glowed yellow and I stared in fascination as another ripple moved through his body. The already warped nose flared and adapted a curled canine look while the muzzle popped and cracked as it stretched a little further.

Black guard hairs blossomed from the puppy fur and roughened the texture while the sparse spots of fur along the legs and chest filled in with dense but fine strands of gray fur.

Even the shaft seemed to be affected as the red webbing darkened in hue while the smooth surface roughened and the flaring knot swelled like two lemons.

The steady spurts still hitting the wall changed and seemed to grow thicker and yellow in hue as a new scent wafted up through the vent. It was penetrating in texture and spicy with a sharp tint of iron as if it belonged to a wild beast rather than the gentle hint of sweetness found in humans.

The wulfkin fell to his knees and made a guttural moan before falling on all four as the shaft kept spurting globs of its thickening and rank seed that the balls churned out.

Everything seemed to calm moments later but it was clear that the hybrid that had entered was now one step closer to a complete transformation. In fact, I imagined that it would be difficult to judge his nature as the skin now looked more like a pelt of fur while the tail wagged in a canine manner.

Sweat trickled down my arms as I leaned back and panted, I was scared but also jealous and bit thrilled as my mind tingled with an exciting and new perspective of the process.