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I quickly slipped out of bed. The night was quiet, but I could hear breathing from the hallway. Through the darkness, I moved to the entrance of the room, gripping the knob. My hands trembled with excitement as I opened the door. Nashoba stood on the other side. I was speechless.

He took advantage of my surprise and stepped into the dark room. His flannel shirt and jeans looked the same as the ones he had been wearing when I first met him. I was stunned, but also angry.

"What are you doing here?" I quietly hissed.

He smiled at me and produced a feather from his pocket. I didn't take it.

"A little bird told me that you're being hunted," he said. "You really should be more trusting, Malcolm. I'm trying to help you."

I scoffed at him.

"No way. After our last meeting, how could I possibly trust you?"

The coyote-man frowned.

"You wound me," he said. "You must understand, it had been a long time since I last had company. I was overcome by desire, honestly."

I narrowed my yellow eyes.

"Why are you calling me Malcolm now?"

"That is your name isn't it? The little bird mentioned a fledgeling lycanthrope named Malcolm in the vicinity and I just knew that there couldn't be more than one new arrival in such a small area..."

A growl came from the door and Nashoba's words trailed off as he heard it. Sam was standing in the doorway, fully transformed with his lip curled upwards. The coyote man began backing away towards the window.

"Easy, Sam..." he said. "I come in peace."

Sam continued glaring at him.

"I'm not stupid. Yer peace offerings are never free, Nash."

"In truth, I was hoping to slip in, give my gift, and slip out without you noticing," Nash said, flashing his most charming grin.

"It's hard ta sleep with the stench of coyote filling yer nostrils," Sam replied.

I hadn't smelled anything unusual. Nash smelled like smoke, but Sam's scent wasn't too different. At least it was apparent that they knew each other. I imagined Sam's distaste for Nash was for a similar reason as mine.

"What's the feather for?" I asked.

Nash turned back to me with that smile spread from ear to ear.

"Well you see, I was just puttering around my camp, minding my own business, when I was approached by a curious human. She knew me by name and, though she possessed a great many weapons with which to dispatch supernatural creatures, she insisted that she would not harm me. Not that she could have, of course. She asked about 'anything strange' I might have witnessed and was hesitant to reveal her intentions to me at first, but after some prodding, she revealed that she was looking for a newly transformed lycanthrope by the name of Malcolm."

Nash took a moment to remove a pipe from his breast pocket and pack it with what I assumed was tobacco.

"Is that it, then?" Sam asked suspiciously.

"Not at all. Have patience," Nash replied.

He held his thumb up to the bowl of the pipe and I was only slightly surprised to see fire spring from the tip. He took a few puffs to make sure the leaves were lit and then continued.

"Naturally I said I hadn't seen or heard of anyone named Malcolm in the area. This woman thanked me and before leaving, gave me this feather. She claimed I could burn the feather if I wanted to find her again. So I thought it would be best if I gave the feather to you and you could possibly use it to track her down."

Sam snorted.

"What's the catch, Nash? You must be crazy if you think we're gonna go after a hunter."

"No catch, honestly. I just thought you may want to find out who is pulling her strings. Though it would be a shame if such a fine specimen of a loup were hurt."

His eyes creepily ran up and down my body and he smiled. A mass of black fur suddenly knocked him to the floor, pinning him there. Sam crouched over the coyote-man, teeth inches from his throat.

"Don't EVER touch him!" Sam snarled.

Fear clawed at the corners of the coyote's features before he caught himself and his mischievous smile returned.

"Why Samuel, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."

"I know yer tricks and games. You only care about yerself and no one else."

Sam took the feather from Nash and stood back up. The coyote man stayed on his back, linking his fingers as he rested his palms on his belly.

"Would you trust me for a few moments to let me speak to Malcolm in private?"

Sam's lip curled and a low growl slipped from his mouth. He looked like he was about to pounce again, but I had to hear what Nash was going to say.

"Sam, wait. What if we make sure he stays put?"

The large lycanthrope seemed to look around the room briefly before his eyes rested on the desk chair. He pulled it out from the desk and pointed to the seat.

"Sit," he said.

Nash got up from the floor and obeyed. I opened the closet door near the bathroom and handed Sam a long extension cord that he started using to tie Nash's wrists together behind his back.

"If bondage will satisfy you, so be it," Nash said as a grimace formed on his face.

Sam used the other end of the cord to tie the coyote man's ankles as well. Once he was pleased with his work and once Nash looked like a trussed up Christmas goose, Sam headed for the door.

"I'll be right outside," he said.

I nodded as the door closed behind him.

"Well?" I asked.

"This is wholly unnecessary," Nash said.

"Better safe than sorry."

Nash shrugged and then the playful grin disappeared from his face, leaving a serious expression that seemed very unusual for the coyote.

"I am an old dog," he said. "And I admit that my vices have become harder to control with age, but know that I would not have harmed you. Still..."

His voice trailed off suddenly and his gaze became vacant as if he was looking through me. He spoke again, but this time his tone was almost robotic as if he had no control over his speech.

"Blood begets blood. Blood mixed and frothing. The son forgotten; the father humiliated; the mother killed. Theft, deception, murder; all for power; all for blood! He was stolen from them. He was stolen!"

"Sam!" I yelped as Nash's voice grew louder and more frantic.

But as Sam threw open the door, the coyote man seemed to calm down and his eyes returned to their normal, sparkling selves. He continued as if nothing had happened.

"Still, I wish we could have met on better terms. I also wish you and this big galoot luck. Knowing him, you're going to need it."

Nash grinned at us, but I was too stunned by his previous outburst to react to his comment. Sam just glared at him.

"May I be set free so that I can return to my home?" Nash asked.

Neither of us moved for several moments.

"Was it something I said? Come on, can't you two take a joke?"

Sam reluctantly began untying him and Nash stood, stretching his arms to the ceiling. He looked at me as Sam put the extension cord away and Nash's face was once again deadly serious.

"Heed my words," he said. "Joking aside, I don't prophecize lightly."

He sauntered out of the room and Sam watched him go. The large werewolf turned back to face me and I looked down at the floor. I wasn't sure what to think. Nash's prophecy was unsettling to say the least.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked.

I looked up at him, concern was etched into his features.

"...no," I said honestly.

Sam's yellow irises darted to the floor near the entrance to the hallway and he scratched the back of his neck.

"You look pretty shook up. Do you... would it help if you... if we... um..." If I had been in a normal state of mind, his awkwardness would have seemed cute I suppose, but I was too preoccupied with Nash's words.

"W-would you... s-share my bed?" He eventually asked.

I looked into his eyes and smiled a relieved smile. It would be nice to feel his arms around me. I doubted I could have slept well alone in the state I was in anyway.

"Absolutely!" I replied.

We carefully made our way to his room and slid between the sheets. His black furred arm pulled my gray, furry body close to his large chest. My frantic thoughts were still buzzing through my mind, but at least Sam's strong embrace gave me comfort. Eventually, the sound of his even breathing lulled me to sleep.

***

Sunlight struck my closed eyelids and woke me from a dreamless sleep. Sam's heavy arm was still draped over me and I could hear his soft snores behind my head. I stretched as best I could in his grip, arching my back and pushing myself into him. My heart thudded in my chest as something firm prodded my lower back. Heat rushed to my ears and butterflies flapped up a whirlwind in my gut. I slowly reached behind me and gripped Sam's thick length in my fist, rubbing my thumb around the wet, tapered tip. He let out a soft whine and I instinctively let him go, terrified that he would wake up and be furious. He rolled over, grumbling something under his breath. I froze. Several agonizing moment passed before his breathing resumed the regular pace of sleep and he began snoring again. I licked my thumb clean. His precum was salty, but with a musty undertone. I liked the taste immensely and my own dick throbbed to attention. Lust clouded my mind. I wanted his meat in my mouth. I wanted his shaft to slide in under my tail. I returned the favor and threw my arm around him, making sure my erection pressed up against his back. Then, I pretended to be asleep. I lay there with my eyes closed and my maleness pulsing against his spine for what seemed like hours.

Sam eventually stopped snoring and I felt him start to move away from me. Before he did, I throbbed my dick a few times against him. I stayed still as his warmth left me, my stomach butterflies flapping furiously. My heart almost stopped when I felt one of his large hands against my chest. He gently rubbed my furry torso for a short while and it took a significant amount of willpower to keep up my ruse. The larger lycanthrope abruptly pressed his chest against mine, hugging me tightly to him. I pretended to wake with a start and felt my ears burning with embarrassment as my hard dick throbbed against his belly. Sam's shaft was no longer erect, but despite my rigid phallus, Sam was smiling at me as he gently rubbed my back.

"Mornin'," he said.

"M-morning..." I replied.

He bumped his forehead into mine affectionately and it was all I could do to avoid swooning.

"Well, I suppose there's no denying that you like me," he said, adding a chuckle while his belly fur tickled my hard dick.

My blushing intensified and I suddenly found it difficult to speak.

"W-well I... uh... y-you... what I mean is... I um..."

Each time I faltered, Sam's smile seemed to grow wider until eventually he let loose a loud belly laugh.

"Jonas was right, y'know. I don't go berserk when I'm alone," Sam's tone was soft, but serious. "Truth is, I'm a coward."

Finally, I managed to get my tongue to obey.

"You just didn't want to hurt anyone else. That's not cowardice."

"I wasn't abstaining because of altruism. I didn't want to be caught. I didn't want humans to find out what I really am. I avoided sex because I was convinced it was a permanent trigger despite my being able to stay human while jerkin' it."

"Can I...would you mind if I tried something?" I asked.

Sam smiled and squeezed me gently in his broad arms.

"We already established that I feel the same about you. Go ahead."

I leaned up to his black muzzle and locked my lips against his. Our tongues connected and writhed against one another. I was in heaven. His heady scent filled my nose and I whimpered into the kiss. His hands roamed my back, gripping and kneading my flesh. One of his massive palms cupped my ass and I felt his arousal growing between us as the hot kiss continued. Eventually, unfortunately, he pulled away from me.

"Wait... wait," he said.

My heart sank.

"Just... to be safe, we should make sure I can't hurt you."

I nodded.

"Ok... how would we do that?"

"There is some... equipment in the basement..."

I raised an eyebrow at him and his ears darkened in embarrassment.

"Alright... I'm game," I said.

We slid out of bed and for the first time, I had a good look at Sam's endowment. The thing was huge. Not much longer, but it was nearly twice as thick as my own. The base bulged out into an even thicker knob of flesh, something that I had noticed on my erection when Jonas was inside of me. I had been too distracted in that moment to rationally think about it. I couldn't imagine that piece of meat fitting anywhere, let alone inside of my rump. Sam's dark balls hung low under his length and swayed as he walked passed me and out of the room. I was beginning to have second thoughts about this. Nevertheless, we snuck downstairs like children awake before their parents on Christmas Day. Sam led me to the basement door and I followed him further down. I had been expecting... I don't know what I was expecting, to be honest. His basement was surprisingly well kept. The floor was carpeted in maroon and an empty, wooden bar lined one of the walls.

"One of my unfinished projects..." Sam said when he noticed me gazing at it.

Other than the bar, a few chairs and a table sat in the room. Meager furnishings to be sure, but it reflected the state of the more or less empty room as a whole. The walls were mostly painted dark green, though grey sheetrock showed itself in places where Sam hadn't gotten to yet. Two doors led out of the room. One was open and beyond it I could see a water heater and various other basement like accoutrements. The large lycanthrope moved to the other door and opened it for me.

Inside this smaller room was a tile floor with a metal drain in the center. The tile was sandstone in color. It was probably bathroom tile. The room was lit by a single lamp that protruded from the wall at the back of the room. A small shelf stuck out from the lefthand wall on which sat a bottle of lube. However, the centerpiece was a large, metal chair that was bolted to the floor. Chrome restraints were attached to the arms and front feet of it and they were each about an inch thick. I gulped.

"So I... uh..." Sam started to speak, but quickly noticed me staring at his bondage chair. "This probably looks weird, yeah?"

"It's... different," I said.

"I spent so much time worryin' about what'll happen if I get with someone, you know? I figured if I had a contingency, I wouldn't have to worry so much. So I made this room, just in case... Never thought I'd ever use it, though."

"Have you tested those?" I asked.

"Sure have. I tested each one individually and I can't rip 'em out."

There was a short, awkward pause as the reality of what we were about to do hit me like an oncoming train. Nevermind Sam's enormous size, what would happen if he actually went berzerk? What if that knot of flesh at the base of his dick was locked inside of me and I couldn't get away? Was my lust for him justification enough for my reckless decision? Those were the questions I would have asked myself if I wasn't a naive child. Instead I merely stood there fantasizing about how Sam would feel inside of me. I turned and hugged him tightly and he rested a large hand on my head.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"Let's do it," I said without hesitation.

Sam nodded as he closed the door behind us and locked it. He sat in the chair and, with shaking hands, locked his ankles in place. Already, his erection was swiftly returning. I rubbed his chest and kissed him as I restrained his wrists. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth as I leaned over him. I gripped the back of his head and traced lines in the fur on his chest. Sam groaned into the kiss. It lasted a long time before I reluctantly pulled away. We were panting. His proud dick visibly throbbed as I knelt in front of him. My wolfish lips parted and I slowly licked his entire shaft from base to tip. Sam sucked in a breath and moaned above me. I pulled his pulsing length into my muzzle, the salty precum oozing onto my eager tongue.

"F-fuck, Mal...!" Sam gasped as I went to work, bobbing my head on his shaft.

Every so often, I looked up at him, trying to determine if he was still sane. But I had never seen a berserk werewolf before. Sam's panting breath grew faster as I gripped the base of him behind that fat knob. I pushed myself downward as far as I could go, sliding the tip of him into my throat and fighting against my gag reflex. My lips wouldn't stretch any further around the bulbous part of his erection and I reluctantly pulled off of him for air. There was a wild look in his eyes when he looked at me. I could feel my own maleness jumping between my legs in time with my swiftly beating heart.

"God damn...!" He said.

I rubbed one of his knees as I caught my breath and licked my lips. He tasted wonderful. I would have gone all the way and made him shoot down my throat, but my desire to feel him unloading under my tail was far too great. It was Sam's turn to lick his lips in anticipation as I stood and took the bottle from the small shelf. Squirting some of the lubricant onto my fingers, I gingerly pushed them between my cheeks, being careful not to jab the sensitive parts of me with my sharp claws. I slid one of my fingers up inside of my opening and then a second, flashing Sam my rump as I did.

"Fuckin' tease..." he grumbled.

I answered him by pouring some of the slick substance into my palm and slapping it onto his thick meat. My hand slipped up and down his length, making his breath catch in his throat and his eyes squint shut with pleasure. I nibbled on his neck gently as I climbed up into his lap. My dry hand tweaked one of his nipples, dragging a gasping, throaty yelp from him. I continued to play with the nub of flesh as I pushed my ass backward against his insisting penis. Sam whined and squirmed in the chair under me. To be honest, I was taking great pleasure in teasing him. I decided, though, that he was more likely to lose control if I kept it up so I reached back and grabbed his length with my hand and positioned the tip in the right spot. I leaned back and watched Sam clench his teeth. God he was thick. At first, I couldn't even get the tip of it in. My hole clenched wildly against the intrusion, but I was determined to take him. I took a deep breath and relaxed, letting gravity do most of the work. Eventually my ass grew tired of resisting and I sank down onto Sam's throbbing erection. The discomfort of the stretch was brief, but intense. We both let out gutteral moans in unison. I panted against his shoulder as inch after delicious inch pushed its way inside. I whined as the fat portion of it bumped into my rear and unconsciously clenched around him. Sam bucked his hips and I gasped, loving the feeling of his thick, pulsing meat. I sat there for a while, trying to give my stretched hole some time to get used to being invaded. Sam still had control over himself, thankfully and he gently nibbled my ears in between his groaning gasps. Eventually, the dull ache of the stretching subsided and I sat up, my weight pushing the top of his knot against my anal ring. I shuddered and my toes curled, my own maleness dripping precum onto Sam's belly fur.

"Mal... ride me," Sam said. "I want to shoot in you..."

I obliged, lifting my hips a bit and pushing them back down against his knot. Sam groaned. I dug my claws into his chest as I set into a swift rhythm. It was Sam's turn to be tested. He clenched his teeth and whimpered through them as I fucked myself on his shaft. I panted as his meat jabbed at my prostate, threatening to push me over the edge. I leaned in and nibbled his shoulder as I kept the pace steady.

"Yes, Mal!" Sam whined. "Ride me... take my dick! Oh fuck...!"

Sam lifted his hips against my hole each time I came down onto his lap. I could feel his knot pressing against me. With every thrust of his hips, it stretched me a little bit further, but I was too lost in the pleasure of the lycanthrope I admired being inside of me at all. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the room. Growls and whimpers, whines and moans, reverberated off of the tile until suddenly, his knot brutally shoved its way passed my ring. I opened my mouth to gasp; to scream; to do something, but no sound came. Instead, I did. My semen flew from my dick, sending ropes of white up onto Sam's face, chest, and belly. My climax forced my ass to feverishly clench around him. He grunted through clenched teeth as he kept thrusting his hips, but, since he was locked inside, his dick barely moved. I forced myself to keep grinding on him through my ebbing orgasm. Sam hissed in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah," he moaned. "I'm gonna breed you, Mal...!"

"Give it to me, Sam!" I whimpered.

I didn't have to wait long. Several short thrusts later, I felt his erection thicken even further, something I didn't think was possible. Sam roared and his warmth flooded my guts with large pulsing throbs of his meat. I instinctively clutched my belly as he came, leaning back and grinding into his lap to give him the most pleasure I could. Spurt after spurt of his semen flooded me and I half expected my gut to start swelling. Thankfully it didn't. Sam's climax slowly died down and so did his growling moans. He was still panting, like I was, and I tried to calm myself down enough to speak. I looked at Sam's face, his eyes still squinted shut from the pleasure. I rubbed my jizz into his chest fur and tried in vain to pull myself up. The warm load in my belly felt wonderful.

Sam's eyes suddenly snapped open, but his gaze was vacant. His normally golden irises were now pale in color, closer to the color of the moon. A menacing snarl left his lips. My heart nearly stopped in my chest as I realized the reality of my situation. In this position, there was no escaping him. The chair creaked as Sam's fists clenched and he growled low in his chest. I leaned back as far as I could away from his vicious maw. He tried to follow, but the chair's restraints held him in place. Unfortunately, I was too near one of his hands and the claw on his thumb caught me above the eye, cutting a long gash in my brow. I ignored the pain, but it made relaxing my anus more difficult. His gnashing teeth flung spittle around the room as he snarled at me. I tried to bear down on his dick, gripping the base of it as well to get it out of me. Sam thrashed in the chair. Finally, I was able to push the knob of flesh from my ass and I fell to the floor. On shaky legs and through the blood in my eye; I stood and moved to the back of the chair. Carefully, I slid an arm under his chin and clapped his mouth shut. He struggled under me in the headlock and I shushed him. Speaking softly into his ear.

"Relax, Sam," I said. "It's me. You're not in danger."

I had no wolfsbane, but thankfully my words seemed to have an effect. Sam eventually calmed down in my arms. When he stopped frothing, I collapsed to the floor behind the chair in relief. My heart was racing in my chest from fear and adrenaline. Sam panted above me.

"A-are you ok?" he asked nervously.

"Fine... just... fine," I replied. "No regrets."

"Good..."

We were silent as we caught our breath. I wiped the blood from my brow as best I could before moving to undo the restraints.

"Holy shit!" Sam said as he saw me. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it," I said, trying to maintain a tough front.

It stung like hell, though. I unbuckled him as he shifted back to normal. He stood up from the chair and hugged me. I pressed my head against his chest and felt him licking my wound. We stood there in each others' arms for a while. I didn't know what to say.

"You probably hate me..." Sam said.

"No," I replied. "You just need more practice like I did."

I looked up at him to see him frown.

"I thought I was doing well..."

"Living like a hermit won't help you with behavior around other people, you know."

Sam chuckled.

"You're right," he said. "I think it's time to stop being a scared idiot."

We left the basement and climbed the stairs to the shower. Jonas was in the kitchen as we passed and I could have sworn I saw a smile on his face when he noticed us. We spent almost an hour in the warm water, pampering each other. It felt so good to finally be held by him; to be wrapped in those large, warm arms; to feel his tender kisses on my skin. I wanted us to always be together. At least, in that moment, I thought we would be...