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A Lovely Stroll

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“What a beautiful night,” Allen muttered to himself. “Gotta love the crisp air out here.”

As his eyes adjusted to the midnight starlight and half-baked moon, he dimmed down his electric lantern lower and lower. He didn’t really need it if he really wanted to see, but he didn’t want to scare off the natural wildlife unnecessarily. He hiked through the wilderness, straying nearly a mile away from his campsite, and took in the fresh pine-tinted air.

A little vacation was all it was. Allen’s husband was sleeping in their tent, but he was restless and wanted to see the night. He’d always loved wandering in the dark, but the regional forest near his home was closed at sunset, and he’d gotten more than a handful of tickets for loitering after-hours. Out here in the wilderness of the unpatrolled national forest, however, he was allowed to feast on the chirping of crickets without fear of even encountering other people, for he’d set up camp deep in the wild where no convenient hiking trail lingered.

He felt at peace. The stress of life was swept away by the comforting stars. Daron, his husband, on the other hand, enjoyed the wilderness in a different way. During the day, he’d raced around the trails on his mountain bike. He’d worn himself out by trying to go as fast as possible, though he was ever faithful to him and always stopped to wait for him to catch up when he needed to guzzle down a bottle of water. Allen could enjoy the well-traveled trails too, but he would pedal along at a leisurely pace to take in the sights.

The hiker shook his hood to rattle the thought of his husband out of his head. It was partially why he was restless tonight. He’d seen him get all sweaty on his bike, and then Daron would knowingly tease him by letting dribble of his water slip out from the corner of his lips, letting a streaks of water go down his shirt. Gods, he had wanted to have fun with him in their tent tonight, but he’d decided to be a log and had fallen asleep as soon as they’d gotten comfortable with their sleeping bags.

Oh well, his loss, Allen thought. He treaded lightly forward, making the most out of his rare moment of blissful solitude. He looked up at the stars, and there was only a single cloud in the sky, its outlined in the shape of a dragon by the pale light of the cut moon. The further he walked, however, the quieter it seemed. It almost felt to him as if there was a creeping dread coming upon the trees, and the gentle rustles of the leaves slowly replaced the vicarious crickets and owls.

When the last chirp died away, he stopped. Perhaps there was a predator awake, but he himself had nothing to fear. Still, just to make sure, he started focusing—

“The man is astute, I see.” A low voice came out from somewhere in the thicket above. “Alone he walks, all by himself under the blanket of darkness. No, don’t turn up that light. Let the night reign, and put away your little lantern, and the man will be offered safety.”

Allen raised an eyebrow. “Safety? From what?” He had his suspicion, but he was not ready to act yet and there was a twinge of fear and doubt within him.

“Now now, let us play a game!” The voice sounded like it was moving all above him. “Answer this. What walks upon four feet in the morning, two at noon, and three in the evening?”

The fear lessened, and his face relaxed. “Everyone knows that answer. Man. Done. What do you want?”

There was a hoarse laughter. “Easy, easy, yes. Next question. What walks upon four feet in the morning, two at noon, but four again under the moon at night?”

Allen rolled his eyes and decided to test the parameters of the game. “Riddles in the dark,” he whispered softly.

“Hah, so is that your answer then? I suppose Gollum would fit, yes. Mm, but the answer I was thinking of is, well, I suppose you’ll find out soon enough.”

Allen had heard enough. His test was verified, so he started strolling away. “Well, I hope you have a good night, whoever you are. I’m going back to my tent.”

Suddenly a thick tree branch fell in front of him, and there was another laugh. “Where do you think you’re going? Did you hear the buzz of a saw? Nay, I tore that sturdy tree limb off with my bare hands!”

The beleaguered hiker took a step back, and doubt lingered. “There can be many explanations for that,” he said.

The voice came out from right above him. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, little human, but you are very lucky, for man-flesh tastes vile, and I want you for another purpose. I give you three options. One, obey me. Strip off your silly clothes and kneel on all fours, and I will use your ass as I deem fit. Two, you can try and run, but I assure you, you will not get far, and the thrill of the hunt will only excite me more. Three, you can try and fight me, but I will cut your throat and kill you beneath my claws.”

Allen stood still, letting silence buy him time. He was sure now, so he turned off his lantern and set it down on the leafy floor. Then, with a burst of adrenaline, he launched himself over the fallen branch and ran with everything he had. He managed ten long strides before something slammed into him and knocked him onto the ground.

The voice growled in his ear. “I was going to be nice, but now it’s gonna hurt.”

Allen let out a chuckle. “Oh please, drop the act, Daron. It’s really cheesy.”

“Whaaat! I was having fun.”

“You scared away all the wildlife, probably even the mountain lions.”

“Pfft, you’re so concerned with that. Even now you won’t change. Did you even smell me following you?”

“No, I’m all natural human, and I’m going to stay that way.”

“I’m surprised you guessed it was me.”

“Yeah, I whispered as a test. You heard me. And the answer’s werewolf, isn’t it? Should’ve guessed it was a dumb riddle anyway.”

“Aww, you wound me. I was being clever!”

“You weren’t. Trust me.”

Allen was flipped around like a ragdoll, but he was nonchalant about being so rigorously manhandled. The moonlight showed his husband hovering over him, a towering wolf with dark fur.

“Come on,” Daron the wolf said. “I won’t be able to go as rough if you don’t change.”

“Well that’s too bad then,” Allen said. “If you wanted rough, you should’ve stayed awake when I was in the mood back at our camp.” He huffed at the wolf’s face. They were both werewolves, a secret that was easily kept thanks to the, well, modernistic and humanistic version of the not quite a curse they had. They didn’t know much about their affliction, or blessing, as they would claim it, only that their keen noses had first brought them together, and then they’d hit it off as a couple. Allen had given it a bit of thought, definitely more than his mate had, and he’d come to the conclusion that what had once been a curse had slowly morphed, though whether teenage werewolf romance novels were a cause of the change or a result of it was a circular conundrum like the question of the chicken and the egg. Regardless, the old legends were clearly untrue now, and finding genuine information about their condition was nearly impossible.

He couldn’t really call it a condition. It was an ability was all. A full moon only made it easier to pull off, but it wasn’t necessary, and there was no loss of his mental capacity or humanity.

On the other hand, at the moment, it seemed to be affecting his mate quite a bit. Daron wasn’t kidding when he had warned him against running, because even in full human form, Allen could smell his husband’s arousal. It was difficult for his sensitive nose not too, especially with his mate naked and lying right on top of him in his furred form. The wolf’s scent dug into his brain, lighting up his own arousal centers, but still he refused to change on principle, a teasing act of defiance which only made the werewolf that was crawling over him want him more.

Daron grunted, and then he jumped up, leaving a brush of cool night air in his departure. With a bit of skill, the wolf turned completely around in the jump and landed with his legs around Allen’s face, blowing away the short burst of fresh air with his heady musk. He lowered himself and smothered the human’s face with his heavy softly furred balls. He dragged them across his mate’s nose over and over, infusing him with his musk and pheromones for nearly a minute before he himself became impatient and stood up.

“Bet you can’t resist changing now,” Daron said seductively.

Allen smirked and clutched at his cheeks. “Oh gods,” he said, raising his pitch, “I can’t possibly hold myself back against such testicular persuasion!”

Daron frowned. “Damn.”

Allen waved a hand in front of his face, fanning the werewolf’s heavy smell away. “I take the Leave No Trace policy very seriously. You’ve already screwed the ecosystem up in this area for months. I’m not going to make it worse by layering the soil with the scent of two werewolves.”

“You’re a fricken Vulcan. You have a mind of steel.”

Allen chuckled. “That’s why you married me, hon.”

The wolf groaned and hovered his snout near his lover’s face. “Sometimes I wonder what would be if I had picked one out of the horde of sluts who would practically throw themselves onto me.”

Allen patted his husband’s nose like he was rewarding a good dog. “Well, being sluts, they’d probably eventually cheat on you and then you’d get a divorce. And that’s not even counting how they’d freak out if they ever saw your canine side.”

“I chose well, it seems. Can I at least tear your pants apart?”

“No! Bad dog! These are hundred dollar outdoor hiking pants. Now what you can do is unbutton them, unzip them, and then slowly pull them down.”

Daron made a cute little mewl. “May I shred your boxers, at the very minimum? Please?”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.”

Daron smiled and dragged his nose along his husband’s body, going down along his neck and pausing at his well-sculpted chest. He pawed at the bottom of his husband’s shirt, and the human raised his arms up, giving him permission to take off his shirt. The wolf did so and threw it towards a tree root so he could quickly return to admiring those lovely abs adorning his mate’s stomach. Allen was a dork when he’d met him, but the werewolf in him had made him strong and sculpted his body even when he was rolling twenty-sided dice around. Allen had a stronger version of the curse, and his husband had to have a will as strong as steel to control himself. Daron could only refrain from ripping apart his mate’s pants and diving his nostrils into his soft sack because of his command, and the power gave the human the voice of an unyielding alpha which pounded into Daron an embarrassing compulsion to obey.

Oh sure, the wolf would be the one stuffing his cock into tight places tonight as was often the case, but that was only because it was what Allen wanted. If Allen wanted him to grab a tree and lift his tail, he would’ve done it, even if he stayed in human form. Somehow, through an ironic twist of magic, he’d been made a beta. Then again, Allen was the one with a six-figure future ahead of him with his college degree, so he would’ve come out on top if they were normal humans anyway.

He craved being ordered around though. For so long, Daron had been the guy everyone at a gay bar would hit on. All the lightweight twinks especially, but one night he had seen Allen sitting alone with the bartender. He’d been drinking coke, and his future mate to be had paid no attention to him whatsoever. He was out of place, but he wouldn’t have attracted his attention if not for a tingle in his nose which led to him, a scent of male which was somehow overpowering and standing out against the pond of testosterone. He'd seemed to have caused such a metaphysical ripple that, in spite of his supernaturally carved physique, the twinks were actually avoiding even going near him.

Swagging with confidence, he had sat down next to him and asked what he was looking for. Allen's answer? A dog.

The next thing he knew, he was at Allen's home. Against all of Daron's expectations that night, he'd been filled to the brim with cum, stuffed and marked. They'd even turned full wolf that first night together, and Allen's knot reminded him throughout their courting what his natural position really was. Several dates and romantic evenings later, they were mated.

And now here he was, five years later, entranced by the voice that had enthralled him so long ago. He did as it wanted and carefully unbuttoned his lover's pants, unzipped them, and gently tugged at them until they were fully removed. He folded them with care and set them aside on top of the shirt that had landed on a tree root before returning to complete his mission. He stuck three claws underneath the waistband of Allen’s boxers on each side of the legs and jerked downward, tearing the weak underwear into several pieces. With several more careful but swift and eager strikes, the cotton coverings were torn into bits which would be consumed by the dirt once they were gone.

“It’s getting cold without my clothes,” Allen said. “You better fix that.”

The wolf growled lustfully and clambered all over him, covering his naked flesh with his fur. Heat diffused between their bodies as the starlight washed over the wolf’s fur, but it took only a few moments for the warmth to start concentrating in certain areas where their blood was rushing towards. Soon, hard flesh dug against hard flesh, and the wolf whined with a needful rasp.

“Go on then,” Allen said encouragingly. “Make me warm inside too.”

Daron got onto his knees and lifted the man’s legs up, giving himself a straight shot. The werewolf hunched over first and slipped out his tongue. He slobbered over his husband’s hole, spreading his slick saliva all over before burrowing inside. He wetted it inside and out until he was satisfied with his coverage, and then he retreated his tongue, but not without pressing it upwards a few times against his mate’s prostate. The preview of what was to come made Allen quiver, and when the wolf pulled away, he saw the tip of the man’s fat-headed tip bead with a touch of pre.

The wolf made his move before the night air could steal away his lubrication, and his first thrust forward was aimed true. Daron didn’t yield to the tightness and forced himself all the way in with one push, albeit he did it with a bit less force than he would have liked. Allen was less breakable than a normal man, but his human form was not as iron-clad as his will was, and the werewolf wouldn’t dare harm his life-mate with a full-strength shove.

Well, not yet, anyway. His husband had proven capable in the past, even remaining in human shape, but only after he was nicely stretched. Daron wasted no time getting to it, burying himself and humping lightly, spreading those taut cheeks. He wiggled and moved his cock around in a spiraling motion, prying his mate’s hole in every direction and preparing it for the rough fuck to follow, along with the special canine feature that would hurt if the human wasn’t sufficiently primed for it, and the last thing Daron wanted was to hurt his lover. After all, he didn’t want his own ass to suffer his alpha’s vengeance! Well, Allen wasn’t so cruel, but if he’d wanted to, there’d be little Daron could do to stop him.

Daron kept up a slow increase in his tempo, but it was becoming a drag, even for Allen. “Hey,” the human snapped. “I ran because I wanted you to get excited and rough me up. I’m waiting!”

The wolf took that as permission to ravish, and ravish he did. Half-length humps turned to fully hilted spearings, the wolf absolutely pummeling his smooth pointed shaft into his mate. Allen took it all with dignity, and the only evidence that he was being pummeled by a massive wolf cock was his elevated breathing rate and increase in sweating, fueled by the heat of the big hunk of fur above him.

The werewolf hunched lower as his pace hastened, and Allen took advantage of it to hook his hands behind his husband’s head. He jerked it down to mash against his mouth, and his lips sealed against the canine’s snout. The man kept him anchored there against the rocking of their bodies. Allen was an adamant diamond surrounded by an ocean of fur, but even if he couldn’t be weathered away or separated from the water, he could still be moved. Even as he held his mate’s canine head against him, Daron’s hips were driving their entwined bodies forward—magic couldn’t wholly overcome the size difference between them, not unless Allen allowed it to fully course throughout himself and let it change him, and he couldn’t stay in place until a tree stopped them from sliding onward. Yet even as he was pummeled by primal lust here, out in the wilderness where the familiar lights of skyscrapers were replaced by the twinkling of unreached stars, the human resisted the temptation to surrender to what his loins begged him to do.

Allen was having more fun that way. He did it to tease his mate just as much as he meant to preserve the wilderness, and it had the added benefit of testing his resolve. If he could resist this, then he could withstand anything his husband could tempt him with, and that in itself was a kinky thought.

Pop!

Allen’s train of thought crashed into the biggest one: his husband had just crammed his knot into him and would cum soon.

Daron fought the impossible and tried to knot-fuck his mate, repeatedly plopping his thick bulb in and out of the lover’s stretched but still human-tight ass, in a vain effort to make him shoot first. The harsh tugs against his canine cock quickly overwhelmed him, however, and with one final push, the werewolf hilted his knot in for the last time and emptied his heavy balls into his mate.

Anticipating this moment, Allen pulled his tongue out of his mate’s mouth. He had allowed his hands to become a little more wolfish, just enough to have the strength to clamp down his husband’s muzzle and keep him from howling at the night, and he caught him right as planned, turning down the werewolf’s euphoric roar to an environmentally friendly muffle. It was difficult for the man to stay focused on keeping him quiet, and the warmth filling him from his rear felt as if it was draining away the strength from his hands, beckoning him to let his hot werewolf husband howl as loudly as he wanted as he was filled by his essence, but the human didn’t fail before, and he didn’t fail this test.

Daron rode out his orgasm. He was annoyed by the strong hands silencing his proud moment, but it was a reminder of who was the alpha, and he didn’t try to pull those half-shifted hairy hands off his snout. Instead, he settled into his mate, content with the hammerstroke of climax, the sparks igniting in his head and spreading out pure bliss before fading into a soft glow. He didn’t look, but he had felt. His knot had squeezed against Allen’s prostate, yet his mate had not reached his peak yet, but he was so close, yes.

The werewolf reached down and stroked. One grab along that smaller human shaft was all it took. Allen rumbled and his cock pumped out an inhuman amount of seed between them. Several ropes of his white cream splashed against Daron’s fur and dribbled slowly back onto their creator’s lean belly, and they were squished back together when the human’s orgasm had passed.

Daron hugged him tightly after he’d completed his goal of heating him inside and out. He slipped his paws under his back and lifted him up, easily holding the human up against his big fuzzy body while his knot remained locked inside him, and his seed stuck between them like glue.

Allen held onto his husband with his arms folded around his upper back and finally felt the weariness of the night bear down upon him. “Well, that was fun. Now I want to sleep. Take me back to our camp, big boy.”

“With pleasure,” Daron said, nuzzling his face.

“And don’t wander off the trail you made following me. Don’t want you to make even more scent trails...” The human’s muscles relaxed, and he fell asleep in his lover’s embrace, held safely in place by arm, face, and cock.

Daron grinned and started walking back to their campsite the same way he’d come, albeit much slower so that he wouldn’t disturb his mate’s rest. He made it back to their tent and settled onto his sleeping bag by lying onto his back so that Allen remained undisturbed and slept on top of his fuzzy front side, and then he threw a warm blanket over, covering them both until the morning came again.