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I woke feeling lightheaded and fuzzy, like I had a hangover but without the usual feeling of incipient vomit and the charming feel of my tongue stuck to my mouth. I opened my eyes, and blinked several times to try to get them working again as everything seemed extremely dark. After a while I realised that things were dark; I was somewhere enclosed, a room that felt very close and cool, with candles flickering around the edge.

A room I remembered...

I sat upright, feeling the cold concrete under my hands as they slipped off the warm material under me as I propped my body up and looked around. The figure was there still, just as I remembered. He had said I would not remember, but he was wrong.

"Did you enjoy your meal animal?"

Yellow eyes opened wide, and I was staring into the face of the wolf again. But something was wrong; his eyes glinted in the candlelight just as I remembered, but now they glinted not with hunger and sex. They were wide with fear, and as I watched, I thought I saw tears dripping from the corner of his eyes.

"You should not be awake!"

"Well fuck you too."

"B...youngling...lean back, rest..."

"Save it animal. I know what you did, and I know you know who I am. You said I wouldn't remember; well, I fucking do. You lured me in here, and Megan and the group are going to come and find me, and then your sick little game is going to be over and..."

"Wait! Tell me...what is the last thing you remember?"

I tried to sit up further, and found my body responding a little reluctantly, but I managed to get into a squatting position, across from the werewolf. He hadn't moved, I was pleased to see, just watching me instead through those golden eyes. His nostrils flared, as if he was sampling me through his nose.

"I'm in the tunnels aren't I? You managed to lure me away from the group and trapped me in here. You sucked me off...ohhhh God..."

The memory was so sharp now, I could feel every bit of it. The touch of his claws, the slide of a fang into my cock. I realised I was still naked, lying on some furs on the ground, and my cock knew what we had done too. I was hard as steel, and drooling out a line of precum. My fingers sampled skin, and I realised I was still covered in cum, all through my close-trimmed pubes.

"What...what have you done to me?"

"Brian..."

"You said I am supposed to be your mate. What does that mean? And how do you know me?"

"Brian, I am so sorry."

"Why do I remember? You said I wouldn't!"

I was crying now, and I didn't even know why. Something inside told me this was bad, and I was going to lose him. And the feeling crushed my heart like a vice even though it shouldn't.

"I'm sorry Brian."

"Answer me!"

"Brian...it's a few days since you came down to the tunnels for the first time. I tried to make you forget, but I left it too late and..."

"A few days!"

"Yes. You were found and brought to hospital, and then came home with...with Megan..."

"And you..."

He stopped at that, blinking rapidly.

"Yes...how much..."

"I don't know, just that I knew when I said it. It's there, fighting to get out. All these memories of you. It's sharp up to the point where you first kissed me down here, but after that it's like it's buried in a deep lake and I have to go diving for it. But it's there."

I expected him to do something to me then, anything, but not what happened. Instead the big werewolf let out a howl filled with grief and pain and curled up in a ball. As I watched, the form changed again, diminishing subtly and reforming, skin replacing the fur to reveal a human, still tall and muscular, but lean and smooth. He was still curled in a ball though, with his hands locked under his knees, and now he was weeping openly.

I surprised myself then. Instead of heading for the door and escape, I found myself holding him, one hand stroking his black hair, with my chin resting on his shoulder. His scent filled my nostrils, and I let out a soft moan, while my cock spurted another line of pre. I couldn't resist the need, and I licked his shoulder.

He tastes like life, pure and sweet. Your mate...

My mate...it was the voice. I remembered the voice, other times...here, the hospital...

"Brian, you should go away."

"Alex...no, wait. Alexander Pavlovich Gribov..."

I felt him shudder at the name.

"You remember it all then."

"Not yet, but I know it is there somewhere. Alex, what is happening?"

"I failed. I left it too late, and now your memories are coalescing in places I cannot reach. You know about me...and us..."

"Yeah, I know. I've been sucked off by a werewolf for my spunk, so he can feed. One who wants to be my mate whatever that is."

"Yes..."

"So what next?"

There was no answer, just a shuddering inhalation that spoke volumes. I rested my face in his hair, drinking in his smell, and the luxurious feel of his soft locks on my skin. I wanted more, my body knew it...and deep inside, the rest of me did too, though I was still groping my way towards the truth.

Action was always easier than speech though.

"Ohhh Brian..."

My lips found his neck now, just rubbing across his skin. His muscles tensed, the cords in his neck clenching at my touch but I didn't stop. My body would lead the way, cock already on fire and leaking. I reached out for him now, fingers circling his nipples until the hardened and he hissed out his appreciation, then down his chest, and his belly until I had what I wanted.

"Ahhhhh!"

That was me, I was shocked to realise. When my fingers closed on his shaft, I felt it through me, all the way to my ass. My hole clenched, and I realised I was already a little sore, but the burning need was stronger. I clenched again, and as I stroked his length, my pucker begged for the filling I knew I craved.

Your mate needs to know his bitch is ready...

I moved steadily, knowing what I was doing yet not knowing. Onto the furs lining the small mattress, my knees rubbing on the soft fur. Fur...I needed it. I needed it so much. My body flattened, and I writhed like a manic slut on the soft pelt while its magic touch turned me into a mass of arousal, my cock leaving a trail of silver threads on the dark hairs.

I heard him suck in a long shuddering breath. He was behind me, watching. I spread my legs, opening my crevice wide, and looked over my shoulder.

The glint was back in his eyes again now, a fire hotter than the candles. He was staring, not at my face, but at my hole. I could feel the gaze like a laser heating my pucker, and I clenched involuntarily, my balls jumping as I let out a soft moan. His answering cry was no moan though; it was a howl, though he remained human for now.

"Why don't you take me Alex..."

"Brian, you know why!"

"No I don't. I know I need you. And I know you need me. Maybe this will make us both feel better."

He blinked, once, twice, three times, and then his tongue extended, licking those ruby lips leaving them wet and dark. His cock twitched against his belly, and a small droplet formed at the tip, begging to be sucked. I waited for now though, and instead, lifted onto all fours, pointing my inviting ass at his body. My first time, at least I thought it was. I had no hint even of a memory of him taking me there except with his fingers. I bit my lip trying to fight back the fear a little. Hopefully he would be a gentle lover with me for my first time...but I knew how much I needed this.

"Oh Brian. My beautiful mate...maybe it will..."

"Yes!"

I closed my eyes and waited. The sound of movement was soft, indistinct, but I felt his presence near. I could smell him, the scent of his arousal, and the warmth of his breath. Then I felt it, a warm cascade over my rump, and into my crevice. My knees spread, and I opened wider for him, a wanton needy gesture but I didn't care. He was here, and it was time.

Hold on youngling. This will hurt...

"Brian, I'm sorry."

"Stop being sorry and take me Alex!"

Then I couldn't speak, because I had the feel of his tongue bathing my ass, licking in a long line of pleasure from the base of my spine, over my twitching hole, and down to my balls and I could only cry out and push back against him and gasp out pleading words for more.

He took his time, lapping hungrily now, suckling each testicle and tonguing my scrotum before nibbling my perineum and finally, way too slow for my needs, his tongue found my hole and spread it wide and I felt him inside. I tried to clench but he gripped my cheeks and spread them, fingers digging into muscle...and then, as his tongue suddenly lengthened and drove in deep, I felt them change into claws and the grip become almost painfully erotic.

"Such a good bitch..."

"Yes! Your bitch!"

The tongue left me and I whimpered. He licked down my taint, slowly and teasingly, backing up towards my hole and then sliding down again just when I thought he would eat me out. I kept my stance, through sheer willpower, and let him have me his way. I dripped so much, there was a constant stream of precum in a line between my cock and the furs.

Then he closed his muzzle on my left nut and I felt the incisors pressing against my skin. I screamed as he bit, almost enough to break the skin, and shot a line of precum onto my belly. His tongue soothed the hurt, roughly lapping my nut and I felt my balls swelling under his ministrations, filing with cum again even after so many hard ejaculations.

So many...

I gasped as the fingers returned, three now, ramming in hard and deep, spreading my tunnel wide and painfully. When Grady fingered me in the gym changeroom, it felt good, naughty, intimate. Now it felt like I was taken, used, owned, and the effect was a hundred times more erotic. As I writhed in his grasp, my cock slowly jacked and my ass harshly fingered, I felt claws touch my prostate and exploded in a shattering orgasm that painted the concrete in my seed. And still he kept on, even when my orgasm finally receded and I whimpered in his grasp.

"Oh God you fingered me so hard, didn't you. And made me pay..."

"Yes Brian, you remember now. You called me dog...not something I can allow from my mate. I am a wolf, no mere domesticated pet. And you will show respect."

"Ahhhhh!"

He slapped my balls then even as he plundered my pucker with a finger. I whimpered again, dropping my head to the floor in submission and poked my ass up higher. I knew this was right, somehow, for a bitch before his mate. My mate...he had called me his mate. My heart sang.

"Please!"

"You don't know what you are asking youngling."

"I don't care! Please!"

The sigh returned, and I almost opened my eyes. I didn't want to see, especially if there were tears. I wanted it, I knew that. Whatever the problem was, we could overcome it, I knew. I wanted his heat, and not his fear. It unnerved me.

"Please!"

The claws were back, along with the rest of his paws. Paws...I guess that was the word. They felt strange, and yet incredible. Soft pads contrasting with harsh claws, and strong muscled fingers. They gripped my cheeks, caressing now instead of pinching, and then they slid up to the base of my spine. He massaged, slowly while I rocked back and forward to move his touch over my skin, then spread his fingers wide and slid up my flanks. The claws touched my skin, digging in slightly and rasping over muscles and ribs and finding every sensitive spot.

By the time he reached my shoulders I was a wreck, begging openly now, every muscle shaking. His fingers slid down my arms, over biceps and forearms, and I felt him grip my hands and I held on tight. I could feel him over me, the imperceptible touch of his chest fur on my back, the all too perceptible touch of his legs now against mine. Furred knees pressed against mine, gentle but unyielding, and I spread wider as he rubbed his legs inside mine. I was vulnerable, and ready for him, and all I could say was 'please!'.

Then I felt the touch of a hot mass on my taint that slowly rubbed on me. First he slid down, nudging my full balls and drawing cries of lust. Then it slid up, across my well-licked taint, before lodging in the tight ring of my ass and waiting.

Fingers gripped mine hard, my knuckles went white in response. I heard his breath next to my ear, steady panting sounds, and then suddenly it happened. I heard him grunt, a low growling sound, and his body flexed against me, and I felt the heat spread and build and a roaring sound in my ears and a scream filled the room and it was mine and then he was inside me.

It hurt, and it felt amazing. So full, so hot, and so thick, he waited just inside me while I shook and he let me recover. He licked my neck and the shaking became worse, every hair on the back of my neck standing straight for reasons I could not understand. Then he pressed in a little more and I tried to close up but he forced in deeper and I relaxed, with difficulty, and he jammed forward enough to make me cry out again as I felt the heat spreading deeper and deeper and the fullness grow until I could not bear it any longer.

His tongue touched me just under the ear, and at the same time his tip touched my prostate and I saw stars. It was all I could do not to fall to the floor, my hole suddenly filled with good feelings to match the pain and the stretching. He rocked slowly back and hit it again and I cried out and opened my eyes and turned now, seeing a flash of yellow and of white, eyes and fangs against the sliver black of his fur. He was staring back, and I could not read it except to know it was more than lust.

He was still staring into my eyes, holding my gaze almost hypnotically, when I felt him pull back until almost leaving me, just the tip left inside. I held my breath, waiting and then his eyes crinkled with a supreme effort and he bared his fangs wide and he thrust powerfully and speared into me deep in one thrust. My scream matched his howl, and I felt him in so deep, a wild hard burning deep in my guts matched with a pulsing pleasure that built when he pulled back and did it again, harder, and I felt something slap against my taint.

"Ohhh you will be such a beautiful bitch Brian..."

"Ohhhh God yes..."

"My knot aches for you."

Another thrust, and I felt it again, harder this time. The deep hard plunge of cock, and the slap of something broad and hot at the base slamming against my hole. I felt it press, hard, and my hole tried to open impossibly wide, the pain growing but receding as he backed off.

"Ohhh yes youngling. Rough, like I will treat you. A bitch needs to be conquered by his alpha, and you will be...you will be..."

"Yesss...harder. I need it rough Alex. Harder!"

He growled and thrust again and I took it this time, gasping softly but biting my tongue as the delicious painful burning transformed into the hottest need. My prostate twitched, as did my cock. I was so close. More memories came flooding back, and with it came the fear.

"If I felt your ass around my cock Brian, I could not stop myself. I would have to turn you and mate you. You are my intended mate, my body knows it as does yours. I could not stop it."

"Wait...Alex...this is a bad idea..."

"Quiet youngling...it is time..."

"No, wait, I didn't mean..."

He thrust again, and I moaned as his knot kissed my hole again. So close, the pucker spread so wide already around his thick meat, the knot battered an entry but could not quite take me and I whimpered in frustration even as I fought for control.

"Alex!"

"This is the only way Brian. This is the only way to save you."

Then I remembered.

"Brian... any human that knows of our existence, and is not turned...we must kill."

"No!"

"Shhh...welcome youngling. My mate...and my love..."

I was trembling now, my body aching for it. I could feel him all round me, his chest on my back, his tongue on my neck, fingers entwined with mine. He hesitated, and I held my breath.

"When I mate you finally Brian, I will force my knot into your hole at the end, tying us together as I bite. There will be pain, more than you can bear but it will be brief. In your wolf form, you will be able to take my knot easier, and I will be filling you with it every night my beautiful bitch; your alpha knows how to treat you right."

"Oh God Alex..."

My scream sounded loud in the echoing room, and it went on and on. He punched his hips forward hard, and I felt my well spread pucker spread even further as something hard and round forced inside after his cock had buried to the hilt inside me. I could feel it in my hole, rasping over nerve endings already on overdrive, while his flesh rubbed and probed my prostate and my balls clenched on the brink.

I screamed again, this time from the power of my orgasm, cum spurting from the tip in long lines to paint the furs and it almost hurt it was so hard. My cock slapped my belly on each new release, over and over, as the thick knot fucked into me and conquered my hole.

Then a final scream, and a final howl, as I felt my insides bathed in heat and an incredible sharp pain on my neck. I smelt blood and semen and sweat and wolf and musk, the combination powerful and cloying, filling my throat. I opened my mouth wide to scream again, but instead found it filled with a tongue as he kissed and I fell to the floor in a pool of moisture tasting my own blood on his kiss.

Blood. So much blood...

"I'm sorry my love. This is the only solution. They will have no choice now..."

"Alex..."

"Shhh, rest my love."

My vision dimmed, and I couldn't see the candles any more, just fireflies dancing in the night. The smell was so strong, but I welcomed it now, and in it I registered something I had not known before but was now instantly familiar.

Yes, the smell of your mate. He is yours now. Welcome back, wolf.

I could feel him all around me, holding me tight against his body. His heart beat against my chest, even as I felt mine begin to slow until it almost stopped. I had time for only two words.

"Welcome back...?"

"Shh my love, rest."

And then I felt my heart stop beating.

*****

"Where the fuck have you been Alex!"

"Megan, do you think we could have this conversation inside?"

I was still somewhere else, my mind at least. My body was hanging on for dear life, one arm around Alex's neck, just barely upright. We had gotten back to the flat, though I had only vague recollections of the journey. Now all I could do was gaze drunkenly at Megan, who looked like she was caught somewhere between terror and real ball busting anger.

The door opened, and Meg stomped into the loungeroom. I swayed drunkenly against Alex as he maneuvered me inside and shut the door.

"Have you two been out boozing all this time?"

"Yes, something like that Megan."

"He looks totally trashed!"

"Help me get him to the bed will you?"

"He's not sleeping in my bed like that! He looks like he could heave at any minute!"

"He wont, trust me. I need to get him lying down properly and check him out."

Megan looked like she would argue, but one look from Alex seemed to persuade her otherwise. Instead she headed for the bedroom door and opened it while watching our progress.

I seemed to be getting some strength back, enough to almost walk at least, though I was conscious of a deep fatigue that seemed to go right through me. There was something else too; a tingling, burning feeling that began in different places, spread then died out before starting up again. It was totally maddening, and more than once I had tried ineffectually to scratch my skin but Alex managed to prevent me digging into flesh like I wanted. I was too weak to force the issue.

Now I felt the bad under me and collapsed with a happy groan and just lay there, not moving, while Meg hovered in the background and Alex quickly and efficiently undressed me. I didn't resist; I was enjoying his touch too much, and it showed.

"Brian!" Meg managed a shocked gasp.

"Don't worry Megan, he is just pleased to see you."

I could only grin inanely as I felt my boxers pulled off my feet revealing an aching erection lolling against my hip like a fat worm. The tip sort of throbbed, and I could still feel a sticky discharge from the slit. I let out another groan, more erotic, as the friction of skin on cock head made me tingle all over.

"What the hell Alex..."

It was only then that I realised he was touching me, rubbing a patch between my pecs. I had been smooth, totally and embarrassingly there before. I used to cop a lot of crap from my fellow swimmers at school when we shaved down for a meet; I didn't need much of a shave, mostly lower legs and forearms. But now a dense thicket had sprung up on my chest, and as I slowly felt over my body, I felt it continue in a long snail trail down to my groin where my erection, massively bigger than I remembered, grew out of a forest of unkempt pubes.

"Going to have to shave you Brian...I miss your smooth skin."

"What the hell happened there!?"

I looked up to see her pointing at me, and I thought at first she was pointing at my face and I must have grown a second nose or something. I raised my hand to check, and I did find a slight goatee on the end of my chin that wasn't there before, but I realised that she was pointing to my neck. My fingers slid to check and I touched.

"Ahhhhh!"

All it took was one touch on my neck just to the left, and I felt the burning tingling build to a wave of fire through my body that made me black out. When I came to, I was still lying there, but now I was covered in sperm and my cock had finally subsided a little and Alex was cradling my head. Meg was now staring with her eyes wide and her tongue poking out just a little. Her gaze was as much intrigued as horrified.

"Brian, wake up..."

"I'm awake..."

"Brian, don't touch there until it's healed."

"How fucking long will that take?"

"Not long...we...heal fast...can you remember..."

"Yeah..."

I got the unspoken message when he squeezed my hand. We heal fast...

I am a werewolf now. And around Megan, we need to be careful.

You always were youngling...now you have reclaimed your true self...

I gasped at that, fighting against Alex's grip. I managed to sit upright a little, still naked and covered in spunk but I was too disjointed to feel embarrassed.

"What happened to you two?"

Luckily Alex answered. I wasn't sure I could avoid the truth any more.

"We got in a fight. Don't worry...he will be allright. We just need to rest. All of us do..."

My erection was back at that thought. It was all coming back in a rush now, and I had some grasp of how many times I had cum today already, but in spite of that I still ached for more. My balls were on fire, and they felt almost hot to touch. It was like my sex drive had been put on turbo boost. My ass was also a worry, it felt like someone had scraped the insides with razor blades; I shuddered, remembering the feel of his knot when I sucked him. If that had gone inside me...well, no wonder. I was surprised I still had an ass after that.

"Alex, why are you lying to me?"

He looked at her with such a tired expression, and then smiled. I wanted him so bad right then.

"Because I am trying to protect you Megan. That's the best I can do."

She shook her head, the red hair so beautiful against her pale skin as it jiggled, a counterpoint to the hurt in her expression. Nonetheless she began to undress, and I saw her body revealed again for me one delicious inch at a time. Then she pulled the quilt over us both as she climbed in and I felt her snuggled against me to the right as Alex undressed to my left.

"One day I am going to be done with you Alex. One day I am finally going to have had enough of your bullshit."

She was looking up at him, even as she held me and stroked my shoulder. The contrast of tenderness and anger was so striking; I bit my lip and just held on. Alex stopped, half undressed, a look of infinite sadness covering his handsome face. Just a brief instant, a cloud across the sun, but I saw it there before he could wipe it away.

"Yes. And that will be one of the saddest days for me Meg; and the luckiest for you."

He joined us under the covers, and I felt myself between two flames, the heat of my mate to the left, the fiery anger of the redhead to my right. Normally that would have had me all sorts of embarrassed. Now I was just all sorts of horny.

I lay, quiet and enjoying the sensual warmth of being sandwiched between the two bodies, Megan facing me, her eyes searching in mine and every now and then darting to the wound on my neck. I could tell when she saw it by the way her eyes widened. Behind, I felt Alex, holding me, rubbing my back with his cock now hard and wedged into the cleft of my ass. The touch of his skin electrified me again, and I found myself pushing back and rubbing my ass up and down his cock, masturbating him with my cheeks while he held on grimly trying not to react. I didn't care, I knew I had to have him, and my ass was no longer off limits now. We had done the deed, there was nothing left to lose.

I lifted my top leg a little, opening up my cleft, inviting what I craved. Both noticed; I heard a gasp from Alex, and a moan from Meg. Her gaze shifted over my head to Alex and she watched him for a moment, the meaning in her eyes uncertain, but then I knew what the answer was when she reached for me and pulled me towards her into a deep passionate kiss.

Soft moans met in our mouths as she pressed her body against mine. Her hand found my erection and gripped the shaft, slowly jacking me as we fought over territory with our tongues. I think she was winning, and my lips were about to become trophies of war, when I felt the tip of Alex's cock against my hole and I opened wide to receive him and my moan became a howl.

He speared me deep in one thrust, but it felt easy this time, almost natural. I was built to take him, human or wolf it seemed. We entered into an easy rhythm, all I could manage as exhausted as I was, with Alex slowly rocking back and forward as he rode my ass, and Megan stroking my cock. I managed at least some scintilla of consideration in return, with my fingers rubbing her swollen clit until our kiss became impossible due to her gasping breaths and she leaned her head back and came in a shuddering wordless sigh and rested her head on my chest while Alex kept slowly stroking my needy anus with his length.

Megan just held me then, with my cock on the edge but not over, leaking into her grip as she played with my head using a thumb, delighting in the thick pool of precum at the tip. It took a renewed effort from Alex to bring it to an end, his angle changed subtly to rub my prostate until I shot off into Megan's hand and drew an answering climax from my mate, filling my depths again with a heat that now stoked a fresh tingling inside me. He lay against me, cuddling, still buried in me hard but not moving, as I ran my fingers through Megan's hair and she watched me looking at her. We fell asleep like that, a three way sandwich of flesh, too fucked and too wrung out to speak for differing reasons but with the same underlying cause. I couldn't sleep though for long, and woke with them still against me and the night now deeply set.

The small window high on the left wall glowed with street lights and something else. A silver light, one that spread across the room like a carpet. I felt myself sniffing, almost wanting to smell it, taste it, feel it.

Your talisman wolf.

Its beams cast a long line across the bed, and I reached out to touch. Where my hand entered the beam of moonlight, I felt a warm tingling, like the one my lover's seed touched off inside me. My fingers spread in wonder as the sensation built; and then one by one, my fingers broke and lengthened, turning silver and extending to a claw while I bit my tongue to stifle a pained scream.

"Alex!"

Finally I tried a hissing whisper.

"Wha..."

"Alex!"

"What Bri..."

I held my changed hand in the light, as a newfound strength coursed through me beginning in each newly wolf-made fingertip.

"That's...that's...you shouldn't be..."

"Guess you don't know everything about this caper after 250 years after all Alex"