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A Bigger Sword for Sanmer by Draconicon

The wolf paused outside of the wizard's tower, looking for any of the usual guards that the bastards tended to have. He had been part of more than one such raid, and he knew that most had at least a few minions. Skeletal servants, at the least, and some even procured the services of demons to guard their homes.

Yet, this strange fox mage seemed to have nothing. Not even a locking spell for his door. It was beyond strange, and it made the wolf worried as he stepped through the archway and closed the door behind him.

As soon as it clicked shut, the wolf warrior groaned, covering his nose as he was assaulted with the scent of male musk. The pungent odor of a man's crotch, the strange bitterness that was added on climax, the saltiness of sweat and hard humping; it was all there and mixed with some other, hotter scent, bathing the air in it and rendering all other smells non-existent. The sheer power of it nearly knocked him out.

Shaking his head, the wolf fanned the air, despite the fact that it did nothing to bring him any fresher smells. Coughing and gagging a few times, he reached down to the amulet that hung from his neck, squeezing it. The shaman back at the village had promised that it would protect him from spells; he hoped that was the case.

Whether the shaman was lying or the smell wasn't the result of a spell, squeezing it didn't do a goddamn thing, and the wolf let go of it, letting it thump back against his chest. He'd just have to deal with it, and hope that he didn't come across some sort of orgy. The perverted nature of mages made it seem all too likely that he would, particularly considering what the shaman had said about this particular mage.

The wolf delved deeper into the tower, grunting and wrinkling his nose every so often as the smell got stronger and stronger around him. The rank odor of sex was everywhere, permeating everything. The few times that he opened his mouth, he could even taste it, and he spat on the floor in a vain attempt to wash out his mouth.

"Where are you?"

It was a simple mutter, but expressed with all the frustration that he could muster. He'd been wandering the floor for nearly a half hour, and while he'd seen every room, he couldn't find a way to get up to the next level of the tower. Had the fox done something so that he could only fly up? Was it something in the way of teleporting? If that was the case, the wolf was fucked; he would need to stay in the tower until the fox came down, and while there were supplies for that, he had no idea when the fox would show.

Not to mention that he swore that the smell was getting stronger, and it was having an unfortunate effect on his body. The wolf looked down at the crotch of his leggings, where a tent was already forming. He grumbled as he pushed it to a different position, but it was no less noticeable than it was where it had started.

"Fight me, wizard!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Show yourself and fight me!"

His only answer was silence. The wolf waited for a bit longer, and settled himself down to wait, making himself a little camp. If the wizard wasn't going to come down, then he'd at least be comfortable.

Some of those books will make a nice fire...

It was four hours later - and six burned tomes - that he realized that he couldn't take it any longer. The wolf groaned as he shifted around, feeling his erection rubbing against the inside of his leggings. Every little motion made it worse, reminding him of how hard he was, how badly he needed relief. It was like the smell in the air was pulling at his cock, drawing it to its hardest state and keeping it there, and driving him mad.

Knowing that he needed to eliminate all distractions if he was going to fight the wizard, the wolf finally gave in. He scooted back into a corner that was just out of sight, and pulled down his pants. His cock, throbbing at nine and a half inches long with his knot already fully inflated, was begging for release. The wolf pulled off his gauntlet and grabbed it, squeezing around the base and letting out a loud, whimpering moan right from the start.

He jerked himself hard and fast, squeezing his hand tight around his cock as he nearly fucked his fist for some relief. He was squirting pre almost from the start, and took some small joy in making sure that the filthy stuff landed all over the books that were nearest him. Even if he didn't get to the wizard today, at least he would have ruined a few of the things that he owned. The thought brought him a bit of pleasure, and only made him hornier, making him stroke harder, faster as he humped against his hand.

Each thrust brought his fingers clapping down against his knot, and he only loosened his grip enough for him to force his knot between his fingers and then pull it out again. The wolf was huffing and puffing with his own need, and he had to put one hand on the shelves near him to keep from falling over as he stroked himself harder, squeezed his shaft more firmly. He could already tell that he was going to blow hard.

The scent around him was still terrible, the smell of debauchery and pure man sex, but he couldn't help but be aroused by it in turn. It was the smell of a warrior that had been strong enough to subdue his opponent and take them down, to use them, to break them beneath him. He was the same sort of warrior, and he would break the fox mage until he was whimpering, begging for the wolf's cock. And maybe, just maybe, if the fox was lucky enough, the wolf would give it to...to...

With a deep growl, the wolf came hard, spurting his load all over the shelves. Thick white strings landed all over the wood and in the pages of the nearby books. He grinned as he watched it happen, feeling a momentary sense of relief before -

"MMMPH!"

His knees nearly buckled under him as he felt a sudden blast of energy through his crotch, the arousal returning with a vengeance. His hand moved on autopilot, stroking his cock as his balls seemed to bubble. The wolf looked down at his cock as he panted, and stared as he realized that his hand was moving up and down a much bigger shaft than what he had before, and it was still growing.

He stared as his cock seemed to stretch with his strokes, getting longer with each successful stroke up and down the shaft. It thickened, spreading his fingers wider and wider until they no longer touched each other. The wolf panted, moaning and whimpering like the dog he was as his cock went past the foot long mark, past the fourteen inch mark, and continued to grow with his strokes, continued to grow with his touch.

And he couldn't stop, either. Even the thought of stopping lasted only a second before the wave of arousal, the pungent stench of cum and cock and crotch slammed into him again. He panted, finally falling to his knees as he stroked himself with abandon, both hands locked around his cock.

He pumped and pumped his hands up and down the shaft, groaning as his cock continued to grow. What little focus he had, what sexual pleasure he got out of taking revenge on the cowardly mage, faded away as all of his attention was relocated to his cock. It throbbed upwards between his hands, drooling pre onto the floor as his balls grew as well, forcing his legs apart as he knelt on the ground.

As the tip of his cock approached his face, the wolf had a different idea. It was perverse, but the situation was equally so. And there was no one watching him to judge, for what little part of his brain cared anymore.

He opened his mouth, sucking down the shaft with a deep, happy moan, guzzling down the river of pre that flowed over his tongue. The salty taste, formerly considered so vile in his mind that he made others lick his hands clean after jerking off, was a fine wine. He slurped and sucked around the head of his cock as his hands moved down to the base, squeezing his knot, hard.

The pressure was enough to get him off again, and his mouth was instantly full of cum, thick, plentiful ropes of it. The wolf swallowed hard, taking it into his throat and down into his stomach. The wolf could hardly get enough of it, and leaned forward to take more of his cock into his mouth. Or...did he just wait, letting it grow? He wasn't sure, but there was suddenly more than the head of his cock in his mouth, that was for certain, and he grinned around it as he slurped over his length.

All the while, he had no idea that the area around him was lighting up, all from the amulet he wore around his neck.

The wolf didn't know how long he'd been jerking off, but he knew he'd swallowed at least a handful of orgasms by the time that he finally felt like he had a little relief. He opened his eyes, and realized that he was no longer in the bottom of the tower.

Or, rather, no longer on what he thought was the bottom. It had to be the tower, considering the smell was the same and the feeling of magic still surrounded him, but it was darker, deeper feeling. A basement, or a dungeon, perhaps?

It didn't matter. As soon as he started thinking, a new ache came over him. His cock, so large that it nearly went past his head in size, was begging for more attention, and he slowly realized that there were others all around him, in a shape as bad as him or worse. He saw other canines, even a feline or two that were spread around the room. Nobody had a cock shorter than 30 inches, and most were longer than that.

In the center of the room was a breeding post, like what he'd seen used for horses by some stablemasters. One of the canines was already humping it, and on top of him was an even bigger male, thrusting away in that helpless ass. He realized that the post was as much trap as relief, as it opened one up to be used by someone else in the group.

He wondered how it would feel to take it from both sides...

At the top of the tower, a fox smiled as he watched the situation unfold in his crystal orb. The sight of the former warrior being reduced to a cock-jerking fool was particularly amusing, not to mention arousing. He was a fine addition to the collection, with one of the few people to come to his tower that had the body to match the endowment that he was given.

Waving his hand over the crystal ball, the fox shifted the 'channel' to a communication spell to the local village. The shaman there, an older wolf, bowed as soon as he came into view, and the fox chuckled.

"Your most recent donation is...quite suitable."

"Thank you, my lord."

"He will serve for the year. But make sure your next payment doesn't end up making a mess up here."

"Of course. We live to -"

He waved his hand, turning back to the show as he reached down beneath his robes. After all, even a mage needed some inspiration for his 'fun.'

The End