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Suel is forced to take a feral wolf inside his muzzle while the beast's master plots to fill his tailhole. Does he have what it takes to withstand the punishing stretching and the copious amount of seed? Find out below, if you enjoy this story please consider the following:

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Suel woke up with a harsh groan, a pounding headache, and something wrapped around his cock. The Striped Dawnsaber?

No. Not her. He was on his back, facing the domed ceiling of the stables. His cock was sore, and his sensitive knot protested against the tight grip around it by sending irritating jolts through his body. Suel blinked back the haze until the shapes above him grew into the lush dark mane of a worgen.

A worgen! Suel wriggled his hips and thrashed his limbs. Searing pain shot through his wrists and ankles as the mithril bindings chaffed his hide raw.

"You don't cum," came his captor's husky voice. He gave Suel's knot a tug, and the druid yelped at the jarring touch. "No matter how I fondle the knot, it doesn't leak. It's because it's small. Weak and small as a feline's."

"I--"

The slap cut Suel's breath. His neck bent under the force of the blow, and his cheek seethed with raw pain. It flared Suel's senses, made his blood boil and his temples to throb.

He saw the worgen now, crisp clear. He had a pointy muzzle, a rough mane that flowed along his broad neck and thinned around his gaunt jaws. Muscles bulged through his tan leather tunic, and his teeth clenched when something stirred within his breeches. Something big, with a round knot at its base. The worgen tucked it back, away from Suel's gaze, and squeezed him so tight Suel yowled.

"Is because you already came. Into all my mounts in heat."

Suel gritted his teeth against the roughness of the worgen's coarse pads. They felt like sand paper around his exposed member, too dry.

"They liked it?" The worgen inquired

"They did--Grah!" Suel cried. His vision flickered and his eyes watered from the stinging pain of yet another slap.

"They did," the worgen growled. "I checked. Licked all the mess you made." His tongue ran around his muzzle for emphasis. "They came, even that runt of a Nightsaber. Even with you passed out upon her back, she still came. And when I pulled you out," he paused to put on a satisfied smirk. "She came the hardest. So tight she was, that even your pitiful knot turned her limp from delight."

Suel's lips twitched with the faint traces of a smirk. That earned him a third slap, on the same left cheek. Whimpers broke through his throat, short and sporadic. The worgen chuckled at that, and let go of his cock. Suel moaned in relief.

"You made them cum. That's why you're numb and not dead."

Suel shifted his bound wrists towards his lap to pull his exposed member back into his sheath, groaning at the discomfort left by the worgen's dry, dusty pads.

The worgen stepped away from his side and crouched in front of him, so that his cold, yellow eyes bore into Suel's. "You're one of the challengers." He spread his arms and thrust his muzzle forward with a growl. "Challenge me. Turn into cat, bear, call moonfire and starfire down upon me."

Suel smirked. He reached within his mana reserves to alter his shapes and...

Nothing happened. Instead of a churning fire within the depths of his mind, there was nothing. Only a gaping hole. A cold shiver crept along Suel's spine, followed by a hard slap across his cheek. He crumbled to the floor, curled into a ball and cried out in fright and pain.

The worgen's devious laughter muffled it all. "Dispell the toxin, druid. You can do that, eh?" He chuckled when Suel shielded his face from him, and rose on his legs.

"Go ahead."

Suel gasped for air when the worgen's foot caught him in the ribs. He rolled onto his belly, thrust his arms at his sides to protect himself from another hit. It never came.

"Do something." The worgen's weight slammed upon Suel's back, drawing the breath out of him. Paws trailed across his back, rounded his butt, and curled around his firm butt cheeks. "Unless there is nothing you can do."

He let out a grumbling giggle before slapping Suel's ass hard enough to make him yelp. One of his paws kneaded at his ass while the other ran across the length of his tail. "This is beautiful and lush. Almost as soft as Blackpaw's."

Blackpaw?

Suel squeezed his eyes shut when the worgen whistled. His muscles clenched with the urge to fight back, to escape this monster. Yet, it was like he said. Without mana to funnel into his abilities, there was nothing he could do.

"Actually, there is something," The worgen drawled, as if on cue. "You make Blackpaw cum. Just like you made my mounts cum."

The pitter patter of claws came from the depths of the barn, increasing in frequency with each shuddering breath Suel drew. A shadow passed at his side, then materialized into a ragged wolf with glossy fur, vermilion eyes, and a member so ruddy, long and hard Suel's eyes widened.

The wolf padded forward, his muzzle ruffling Suel's fur before his tongue followed. Suel yelped, and the wolf whimpered and licked him with broader strokes.

"If your teeth draw from him as much as a yelp, your balls are his next meal." The worgen's claws traced soft lines around Suel's exposed ass. Soft groans escaped him whenever he pushed them hard enough into Suel's muscle to make him whine. "What tight arse you have. Your muzzle better make up for it. Blackpaw!" the worgen called.

The wolf's ears perked, and he settled on his haunches right in front of Suel to present him his bobbing erection.

"Fill whatever hole you want."

Suel's breath quickened over the retreating footsteps of the worgen. Blackpaw's vermilion gaze still followed his master for a fleeting moment before his rough, needy whimper broke through the stable.

"Blackpaw, you don't have to heed his command," Suel pleaded. He couldn't possibly take that throbbing rod anywhere in. It almost scraped the floor, and the knot swelled so hard the vein beribboned flesh turned white.

Blackpaw inched forward, step by step, until he loomed above Suel, both front paws placed next to Suel's shoulders as the wolf arched his back. "Please don't, not like this, not when I'm bound and pfffm-- Suel mumbled as Blackpaw's member lurched forward with his curt thrusts. It dabbed at Suel's lips, thrust into his nose, slid along his cheeks. The wolf's whimper picked up, as did the intensity of his thrusts.

Suel closed his eyes against the relentless onslaught, and a whimper broke free through his clenched jaws when the first jets of stingy wolf seed shot from Blackpaw's rock hard tip.

Without proper sheathing to sink into, the wolf's thrusts lessened, and a faint growl rippled in his throat. Suel's eyes snapped open as the worgen's threat filled his thoughts. He had to pleasure him, least the hunter would...

Without a second thought, Suel opened his muzzle and received half of Blackpaw's length in the span of a breath. His lips tightened around the wolf's taut member while his tongue darted across the wolf's slick length. Slightly sour, yet faint, with an earthy tint. And harder than anything Suel ever had in his muzzle.

Blackpaw's haunches quivered from the ripples of delight washing through his frame. He tried to pull back, only for Suel to wrap his tongue around him and suckle him like the ruddy treat he was. Terse jets shot through his tip. Suel caught them against the middle of his tongue, rolled them further into his muzzle before gulping it down. Such thick, creamy seed! It rolled down his throat like butter.

Suel's stomach fluttered with delight at the prospect of sucking such an impressive and good tasting shaft. Blackpaw, too, whined his heart out, his paws scraping at the floor for purchase against his orgasmic throbs.

This was easy. Easier than--

Blackpaw howled. His hindquarters slammed into Suel's face, and his knot plunged through Suel's lips with a thin plop. For a moment, the druid panicked. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't even gag. Blackpaw's member filled his muzzle, slid well down his neck, and the knot stretched his lips so hard it hurt.

And he came. He came so hard. Jets of hot semen shot down Suel's throat, tickling him harder than ever. With one frantic push of his tongue, Suel spat Blackpaw's dribbling cock out. Seed and spittle burst from the sides of his muzzle, trickling on the chestnut fur of his chest.

"He's not done," the worgen roared from the back of the stable.

"Neither am I," Suel whispered. He reached behind Blackpaw's knot with two fingers to secure it in his grip, then swallowed his throbbing cock. Slow at first, faster the more he squirmed and whined. The extra pressure behind his knot made that huge cock both easier to maneuver and lessened Blackpaw's desire to thrust. He simply stood there, paralyzed in pleasure, as his seed surged into Suel's muzzle in sporadic spurts.

Suel gulped it down, only for his muzzle to fill the moment after. He tried wriggling his tongue around the tip to block it, yet that only aroused the wolf and made him cum even harder. Suel's heart thundered in his chest as his stomach swelled with Blackpaw's overwhelming load. He pushed his muzzle forward, up to the wolf's knot, took it into his muzzle, clenched his lips around it until Blackpaw squirmed, then pulled back to make room for the seed rushing through the pulsating shaft.

It worked. Blackpaw stood there, dazed, as Suel suckled him until he yowled from the overwhelming stimulation.

Suel's member flared to life at the wolf's climactic cry. It pulsated, hard enough to draw Blackpaw's attention. He turned around, forcing Suel to twist his neck and lips in unison with the wolf's member in order to keep it in.

Then, Blackpaw licked Suel's shaft. The druid tensed up. His nostrils flared as he drew in a sharp breath at the tingles rushing through his frame. Another lick, then another.

For a moment, Suel's tongue fell limp around Blackpaw's shaft as he basked in the warm, slick caress of his tongue. Without proper handling, it slid a few inches from his muzzle, threatening to spill. Suel tightened his lips at the last moment, took Blackpaw's member deeper into his muzzle and swirled his tongue around the tip in quick strokes. The reaction was immediate. One of Blackpaw's eyes shifted towards him, a feral cry rumbling through his throat as several spurts rewarded Suel for his effort.

And now, it was Blackpaw's turn to return the favor. The wolf's broad tongue lapped around Suel's shaft with hungry licks, each harder than the last. His muzzle pushed into his knot, nibbled at the sheath until it burst free. Suel groaned. His muzzle tightened around Blackpaw, hard enough to spur the wolf into a throbbing frenzy. The more he throbbed, the harder he came, and the faster Suel had to swallow the onrush of seed.

The druid's eyes squeezed shut, both from the cock filling his mouth and Blackpaw's repetitive licks against his hard, sensitive flesh. He couldn't focus on both sucking Blackpaw off and his own budding climax. One had to come before the other.

Suel made up his mind. His fingerpads tightened around the base of Blackpaw's knot as his muzzle rushed back and forth around his length. The wolf's tongue lolled and his eyes squinted at the rising climax washing through him. Wolves always turned their backs to the females they knotted, and, from this position, Suel had absolute control over his cock.

He fondled the knot with the rest of his fingers while the two applied the necessary pressure to keep constant streams of seed washing over Suel's tongue. His lips massaged the hard flesh, milking the seed out of it while his tongue twirled around the bulging tip fast enough to make Blackpaw's hindquarters buck in anticipation.

His throbs picked up, his lips parted to reveal gleaming fangs, and his head shot upwards as a howl erupted from his throat. Seed followed, more than Suel could swallow. It burst from his lips as Suel chocked on the too big, too hard cock. His jaws clattered due to fatigue, his eyes watered from the waves of seed splattering against the back of his throat, and his tail stiffened. Yet, he managed to hold Blackpaw into his muzzle long enough for his cock to shrink. It plopped out of Suel's muzzle to dangle in front of him as Blackpaw's tongue assaulted Suel's overly sensitive member. Blackpaw's release set him on edge, and his followed a moment after.

He burst into the wolf's parted muzzle, his brow furrowed from the waves of bliss washing through him. Blackpaw kept licking, in spite of the lines of seed coating his cheeks and muzzle.

"Enough, Blackpaw. Leave him."

The wolf shot a glance towards Suel, whimpered, then padded off into the darkness of the stables.

Suel released his pent-up, shuddering sigh. His cock still lurched, caught in the fetters of release, and stars still speckled his vision when the worgen appeared before him.

"That's what my Blackpaw licked?" He thundered, and shot a paw towards Suel's member. He tried to roll away from it, to shield his exposed privates, but his muscles were too stiff from his ongoing orgasm. "The pitiful cock of a fox?"

Suel gritted his teeth when the worgen's paw wrapped around his cock, and yowled when the squeeze came. His vision whirled, and his hips lurched forward as he came into the worgen's paw, hard enough for the seed to burst through his pads and catch him across the muzzle.

A faint chuckle escaped Suel, dwarfed by the worgen's billowing howl. He hurled Suel onto his belly, then pulled his tail until he sat on his fours.

"Yowl, little pup," he said as his paws clutched Suel's flanks. "Only serves to make me harder."

Suel turned his head to glimpse the worgen's fleshy baton before the slap sent his neck forward. He dug his chin into his chest, too dazed and too sore to do anything else. Yet, he had to fight him, or at least try to. He had to...

"Raaargh," Suel cried as the worgen plunged his cock through his tight butt cheeks and into his dry pucker. It parted him like a searing spear, and Suel's eyes grew wide as berries when the worgen lodged into him up to his knot. He drew back, then thrust again, harder than the first time.

It didn't hurt. He slid, smooth like oil due to his well lubricated tip. When he sank up to his knot, Suel didn't cry. He hardened instead, stimulated by the worgen's cock pulsating within him. He wasn't even that big! With each thrust, Suel grew more accustomed to his size, until pleasure washed away the pain of the initial thrusts.

He put an intimidating façade, yet he liked Suel handling Blackpaw. He liked it enough for his cock to lurch with the early signs of climax. Pre shot through his blood engorged tip, lubricating Suel's tailhole well enough for the worgen's thrusts to squelch.

"You'll bleed, pup," he huffed in between thrusts. "You'll wobble tomorrow. If you can even walk to the arena, that is."

Suel gasped for breath in order to maintain his act. He dug his claws into the ground to steady himself, clenched his jaws against the worgen's thrusts, and whimpered, as if from pain, when instead his cock throbbed in the comfort of his own paw.

Suel stroked himself in unison with the thrusts, grunting whenever the worgen grunted and moaning only when his ragged breaths muffled Suel's sounds.

The worgen didn't even last long. With a sharp howl, he dug his knot into Suel's well stretched depths, his paws limp around Suel's flanks as his seed filled him. Suel clenched his jaws to suppress an orgasmic cry as he released into his own paw. He grabbed his knot between trembling fingers, rubbing and squeezing it to urge more spurts out of his shivering balls.

Behind him, the worgen's howl thinned into a growl. His thighs pressed against Suel's rump, digging the knot even further into his tail hole.

"Ngh," Suel whimpered. He clenched around the intruding member, hard enough to carry his climax to heights unimagined. His cock lurched, spewing load after load of thick wolvar seed that slithered down Suel's paw.

"You came," the worgen's gruff voice filled Suel's ears. "I fucked your ass raw. And yet you came." He panted, and so did Suel. His ears rolled towards the worgen, picking up his ragged huffs and clattering jaws. If he lunged forward while the worgen basked in his afterglow...

Suel flexed his tail in anticipation, and cried out when the worgen caught it with both paws. "I'm not done with you, pup. Not before I fill you with cum and tear your ass with the knot."

It didn't tear Suel. On the contrary, each throb of the worgen's cock, each loose spurt he shot inside Suel amplified his afterglow. Suel squeezed his knot tight, whimpering as terse jets left his shivering shaft.

"But before that..." the worgen trailed off. His grip tightened around Suel's tail.

Then, he pulled.

A feral cry burst from Suel's throat, joined by the worgen's deep howl as Suel's tailhole clamped down on the rock hard cock. The worgen's searing jets overwhelmed his senses, as well as the knot shivering within Suel's taut tailhole. Although his tail hurt, the sensitivity of his cavity increased tenfold. Every twitch of the worgen's member, every ripple slithering across his knot flared Suel's lust to the point where a second orgasm washed over him.

He crumbled on the floor. His limbs sprawled, and thin whimpers broke through his half parted muzzle as the pressure welled at the base of his knot broke loose. He came, so hard his vision blurred for a fleeting moment.

Suel shivered from the pent-up elation, moaning as his overly sensitive cock lurched against his tight paw. He let go for a moment, only for a rogue jet to catch him in the muzzle. Watery and thin, without much potency left. Suel ran his tongue across his muzzle to clean it, then groaned when the worgen's cock slipped out of his tailhole.

"I had your ass," he growled. "Tomorrow, Blackpaw will. See how you like that."

"Even more," Suel whispered to himself before he crashed on his side, utterly spent. He watched the worgen shuffle through the narrow corridor, whimpering whenever his still hard cock slapped against his thigh. A chuckle escaped Suel at that. Unlike the worgen, he could cum in peace.

"I cum in peace," he repeated the thought. It had a strange, alluring vibe to it, one that Erya would sure love.

Suel curled into a ball, his thighs pressed against his member to milk out the remaining seed from his ball sack. His heavy eyelids drooped after a few more spurts, and Suel tucked his still spurting member back into its sheath. He whimpered at the fiery sting that shot through his tip, but gritted his teeth at that. He needed to conserve his remaining seed for tomorrow's bout, when he would be the one to test the tightness of the worgen's tailhole.