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Henry still couldn’t believe it. How had he gotten here? Falling in love with enemy? A monster . . . no, not a monster, he kept having to tell himself. Through a force of circumstances, he had gotten to know Ambrose, and he wished he hadn’t back then. He didn’t want to sympathize with the wolf, but did. Now . . . wished he had gotten to know the wolf before the war.

The U.S, and world, was in shock when it was discovered that werewolves exist. A sickness of sorts was spreading through the population, causing werewolves to change to their other forms--permanently . . . it was believed to be caused by an experimental gas that was created by the government. Then the war started, a war that ravished the country . . . a war between werewolves and humans--each fighting for survival.

He stood outside the wolf’s den, unsure whether wanted to meet with the wolf or not. He knew he wanted to. It has been a long while since he was intimate with someone. Not since he watched in horror as his friend changed into one of those things . . . the fear in his friend’s face as his body twisted and contorted to reveal his true-self. Back then . . . he was filled with such fear and hate. He’d heard of such stories of people turning to creatures, but couldn’t believe the person he trusted and cared for was not even human. Even two years later he still thought about him--if he was still alive.

They weren’t lovers--but, Jack was someone he could be intimate with.

And now, what did this mean for him and Ambrose? A human and werewolf? He would be lying if he didn’t say he wasn’t apprehensive about his dinner--date?--they were about to have, that is, if he got up the courage to knock on the door.

Henry took a deep breath, raised an ebony hand and wrapped on the door. It didn’t long for Ambrose to open the door. The good doctor looked down at Henry with a knowing smile on his muzzle.

“Sorry for being late, I ah, was waiting outside your door, wondering if I should knock,” Henry said. He couldn’t help but fidget from foot to foot. He still found the towering wolf to be very intimidating, and kept having to tell himself this was just dinner, and that Ambrose wasn’t about to have him for dinner.

Ambrose nodded, letting him inside his barracks. “I know,” he said, “You were there for awhile,” Henry must have given him a puzzling look, so he followed up with, “I could smell and hear you through the door.” The wolf tapped his nose and flicked his ears in correlation to his statement.

Ambrose waved Henry inside, his tail slowly wagging behind him. Ambrose was dressed in a nice pair of dress slacks and a buttoned top shirt and tie. The clothes surprisingly looked good on him, and seemed to fit him perfectly despite his different form. It probably helped that he was bipedal and walked upright.

Henry blushed has he felt a bit underdressed compared to the tall, muscled wolf. All he had on was his barrack clothes. He hoped Ambrose didn’t mind.

Once inside, Henry noticed that Ambrose had a nice, moderate room for himself--even in a military base like this. On a chair nearby laid the wolf’s doctor coat, and across from him was a small table that held and assortment of medical tools. Besides this being Ambrose’s room, this must all serve as an examination room. In the center of the room was a table filled barrack food and a few candles burning to give the room light. The fact it gave the room a romantic an ambiance was not lost to Henry, which made him even more nervous if things progressed further.

Together they sat down, silence filling the air between them. That is until Ambrose asked Henry to tell a little bit about himself. And slowly from there they started a nice conversation. Henry asked Ambrose how long he’s been a doctor, to which he replied a long time. Henry thought his answer was a bit vague, but decided no to push the matter on it.

It wasn’t until after dinner that Henry had a question, he’d been wanting to ask for awhile. “You said you were married, even had two children, but . . . you seem to be attracted to men too,” he said slowly, being careful of his words. It was obvious the wolf was attracted to him.

Ambrose nodded. “Correct,” he said. “How do I put it? Let’s just say I wasn’t always attracted to woman. Even now, I still enjoy the company of men.” He reached out and rested a paw on Henry’s hand, and as if my instinct, Henry pulled his hand back until only their fingertips touched. He hated that he was still a little afraid of Ambrose. He looked up and could see the hurt in the wolf’s yellow eyes. And why? Because the he was different? It must be hard living with such hate just because of what he is . . .

Henry knows what that’s like. People look down at him because of the color of his skin, some even call him a negro to his face. Even to his own people he’s considered a freak because his sexuality. Henry could only imagine what it’s like to be hated for not even being human.

Henry took a deep breath and slide his hand back under Ambrose’s paw, turning his until they were palm to palm. He looked into the wolf’s eyes. One word came to him: handsome. It surprised him; he never thought he’d think an anthropomorphic wolf creature was handsome, but he was. His features were very canine, but at the same time there was also a humanness to them and his expressions.

Ambrose did this little thing with his ears where they would fold back and the tiniest smile touched his lips, and Henry found it adorable. Such a shy expression on such a large and intimidating creature was amusing.

He enjoyed the silence; there was a romantic aura to it, if not a little awkward too. But he didn’t mind, and there was something he wanted to say, for awhile know. His mouth felt try, though, and whenever he thought about, especially the second thing that was on his mind, his heart wouldn’t stop racing a million miles a minute. “Ambrose,” he started to say. “I . . . I just want to say how sorry I was to you in the beginning. To put it plainly, I was an utter asshole, and all you were trying to do was heal me.” It took him awhile to realize he was holding his breath, and then he finally let it out, if felt like an immense weight had been lifted off his chest.

Ambrose gave him that smile again. “Thank you,” he said, rubbing a thumb against Henry’s. “You don’t know how much that means to me. But I can’t say I blame you.” He leaned back against his chair, the metal creaking against the bulk of his weight. He raised his right paw and scratched the back of his scruffy neck. Those claws that can slice his fresh to ribbon, gently scratched his neck.

Henry held Ambrose’s paw. “But I do. Yes, we didn’t know each other, but anyone could see you had no intention to harm me. You just wanted to help.”

“It was a pleasure to treat you,” Ambrose said. Henry to tried to see if there was any flippancy to his words, but the wolf honestly sounded sincere.

He licked his dry lips to moisten them, and tried to find someway to alleviate the awkwardness he felt. He studied Ambrose to try and find something to distract him; he started with the ears, the way they flicked every so often, then down to his eyes, bright orbs of golden-yellow--they almost seemed to glow in the low light. Then his eyes lowered down to the wolf’s slender muzzle, down to his--“Can I . . . can I kiss you?” he asked. He wondered what it would feel like to kiss lips like his? Would it even work with their different mouths? Forgot the fact that they were different species. Still, he wanted to try.

Ambrose’s eyebrows lifted, surprised. “Are you sure,” he asked. “Things don’t need to go any further tonight. I’d be fine with just having a conversation.

Do I want things to go further? Henry asked himself, and surprisingly, he found that he wouldn’t mind if they did. It has been a long time since he’s been intimate with someone, so he wasn’t entirely put off by the idea. “Yes,” was all he could mange to say.

Slowly they leaned forward, and hesitantly, he pressed his lips to Ambrose’s. Just the simple touch was enough to cause his heart to skyrocket. He titled his head slightly to make the kiss more accommodating. And it worked . . . he wasn’t restricted anymore by the awkward difference their mouths.

Ambrose held his face in his immense paws, pressing more into the kiss. Those lips of his somehow tasted sweet, and when that broad tongue of his pressed against his, his mind went blank, all except for one word: intense. Because this was the most intense kiss, he’s ever head.

The kiss was slow, hesitant, each waiting to see how the other would react. Each little movement from the hulking wolf, caused Henry to pause, before he relaxed and went back to enjoying the kiss. It wasn’t long until they were in each other’s arms, pressing into each other and their kiss, tongues wresting for dominance. Henry wanted this, but there still a little part of him that told him this wrong. He tried to squelch those worries, but it was hard. His head and another part of him kept fighting for dominance. But the longer they kissed, he found that he really didn’t care what his head was saying, and just enjoyed the comfort of another living being--despite his wolfish attributes.

As they kissed, Henry’s hand slide under Ambrose’s shirt, fingers running through the lush fur. Then hesitantly, it slid down to the wolf’s trousers and pulled the belt through the buckle.

“Wait,” Ambrose said in a deep, husky voice. “Again, I ask, are you sure of this?”

Henry felt hot and heavy. He heart was raising, stomach twisting into knots, and he was sweating. But was sure as he could be, at least the erection in his pants agreed. So, he simply nodded.

The wolf studied he quietly, before accepting his answer. “Good,” was all he said before pressing their lips and bodies together--seemingly losing whatever restraint he held onto himself. There was ferocity to how Ambrose kissed him, touched him, that both terrified and excited him.

Henry broke away from the kiss, panting heavily. His body shook vigorously--almost as much as Ambrose’s wagging tail--and he felt completely overwhelmed. But the wolf didn’t give him much time to catch his breath before pulling him back into another passionate kiss.

Henry hastily went about unbuttoning Ambrose’s shirt until the only thing left was Ambrose’s soft fur, which Henry found his fingers combing through.

“Care to take this to the bed?” Ambrose asked between kisses. “God, you’re beautiful.” He panted against Henry’s dark-toned skin. He started kissing his neck before moving down to his ebony shoulder.

Henry could only moan in response because of how the wolf’s tongue attacked the inside of his mouth. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. He’s about to have sex with a wolf, and he didn’t know he felt about it.

They stopped at the bed, and Henry pushed Ambrose down on the soft sheets. He crawled down along the wolf, returning his kisses with just as much passion. His hard cock urged his to finish undressing the wolf, and with that, he couldn’t have agreed more. He wanted to see the wolf in his entirety.

He slid down and finish unfastening the belt, pulling it through the belt-loops, and discarded it on the floor. He unbuttoned the pants and pulled it all the way down until . . .

Henry froze. He stared at the wolf’s crotch but wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking at. The wolf was obviously male, but his genitals was unlike anything he’d seen before. In the center of Ambrose’s legs was a long furry tube, with a bit of red peaking out and two large orbs rested under it.

Ambrose reached down and rubbed against the tube and more red slipped out. Henry knew it was Ambrose’s penis, but it looked so foreign and alien to him. It was a deep burgundy color and the tip slopped down to a point.

“Ambrose is this your?” he started to say.

“Sheath?” Ambrose answered.

“Sheath . . .?” he repeated.

Ambrose chuckled quietly. He reached up and gently caressed Henry’s cheek. “Yes, my sheath.” He reached up and gently caressed Henry’s cheek. “Yes, my sheath.” He kept rubbing until a good length was already out. It throbbed under Henry’s hand, and it was surprisingly slick. At the--base?--was a large mass of flesh that was forming inside Ambrose’s sheath . . . “My sheath is a protective covering of my penis, like foreskin, but it protects the entirety of it, storing it inside my body, parse.”

Henry traced his fingers up and down the wolfish length before stopping at the base. He was wondering if Ambrose was ok, that thing inside his sheath looked like it was stuck. Is that normal? he wondered.

Ambrose rested his paw against Henry’s hand and made him press against the bulbous flesh. It caused Ambrose to moan out and his cock to throb and leak pre under his slick hand. “And this, is my knot.”

Henry looked up at the wolf, confused, before lowering his gaze back his knot. He squeezed around it again, and again Ambrose moaned, so it seems to pleasure the wolf somehow. “What does it do? What is it for?” He asked, intrigued.

“It’s for mating,” he said matter-of-factly.

“How does it--” he started to ask until Ambrose cut him off.

“As much as I’d enjoy discussing canine anatomy, I don’t think I can take much more this teasing. And this,”--he pointed to his red shaft--“need’s immediate attention. I would know, I’m a doctor.”

Henry sat back up and gave Ambrose a bemused look, scoffing and rolling his eyes at his corny joke. The wolf just gave him a toothy grin.

Ambrose reached down and tapped a finger against his cock to remind the man that he was serious about that part.

Right, Henry thought. He gulped and licked his lips to dampen them. He had to focus on the task at hand. He leaned down and slowly wrapped his hand around his shaft, lifting it to his lips. Slowly, ever slowly, he pressed his lips against the tapered tip before opening his mouth and sliding the first inch or so inside. His cock rested against his tongue. It tasted heavily musky, yet oddly arousing. The scent his shaft produced filled his nose, causing him to quiver and his cock to throb.

He took another inch inside his mouth before sliding it out and back in. Each time the sucked Ambrose’s cock, he took a little more in until his lips touched the wolf’s knot.

Ambrose arch his back as Henry began picking up the pace. He growled deeply in pleasure--his cock leaking almost a constant amount of pre onto Henry’s tongue. His tail wagged under him and his hips thrust upward in time with Henry’s bobbing head.

After five minutes of this, Henry leaned back, gasping for air. The wolf was not small by any comparison. Definitely bigger than any man he’s been with, but not large enough that he couldn’t handle it--he just hoped his ass could handle this girth and length. The wolf was easily seven inches long.

Ambrose chuckled. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Need a break.”

“Yes,” Henry said. His mouth was starting to get sore. Despite that, he found he was actually having fun. Ambrose’s cock was oddly shaped, him being canine and all, but he was kind of excited to see how it’d feel inside him. Was it weird that he wanted to get fucked by the canine? Probably, but he was willing to deal with the awkwardness and discomfort of taking him because he cared for the wolf.

“Good, because I believe it’s my turn to play with you,” Ambrose said. He licked his lips slowly and gave Henry such a predatory and lustful gaze that it caused him to blush deeply. With one swift flip, Henry was under Ambrose, and Ambrose on top of him. He started the disrobe the man, his paws moving with purpose. It wasn’t long until Henry wad stark naked, with his hard cock resting against the inside of Ambrose’s furry toned thighs.

Ambrose leaned down and breath hot breaths against Henry’s black cock. He locked eyes with Henry while he took the man deep inside his maw. He broad tongue wrapped around his cock and slowly, teasingly he bobbed his muzzle up and down.

Henry gasped and gripped the sides of Ambrose’s head. The wolf’s muzzle and wet tongue felt amazing against his cock. So much so, that he felt like he was about to cum any minute. The more he sank into Ambrose’s muzzle, the more he couldn’t help but squirm with pleasure. Ambrose was very skilled in this activity. He seemed to know where to apply pressure with his tongue, focusing on lapping at the head of his cock before driving him deep inside his muzzle.

“A . . Ambrose, I-I’m gettting close . . .” Henry panted. His hands gripped the sheets as pleasure begin building inside his cock.

Ambrose gave one more teasing slurp before releasing Henry’s cock. He gave a few more licks before stopping. “Well, we wouldn’t want our night to so quickly, would we?”

Henry actually laughed. “Damn, Ambrose,” he said. “Where did you learn to cock like that?”

Ambrose looked up at his, an amused smile on his lips. “Years of practice,” he answered, rubbing his paw against Henry’s exposes stomach.

Years? Henry wondered to himself. It seemed like an odd thing to say. The wolf didn’t look--well, sound older than someone in their 30’s. The wolf had an air of wisdom around him, like hews lived a long time.

He quickly put that out of his mind as the wolf got up and went over to one of his drawers. He opened the last on the left, bent down and sniffed around for . . . something.

Henry propped himself up on his elbow and asked, “What are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for . . .” he said slowly. “Ah ha, there it is.” He reached inside the drawer and pulled out a moderate-sized bottle. “It’s a lubricant we can use for . . .” He trailed off, hoping Henry we understand the implication.

Henry most certainly did, and that caused his insides to twist in both apprehension and anticipation. He fond out long ago that he really enjoyed getting fuck instead of fucking.

“We just need to decide who--” Ambrose began to say.

“I want to take it,” he said instantly.

Henry shook his head. He got up and kissed Ambrose on his lips. His head reached down and started stroking the wolf cock. “I want you,” he said seriously. He locked eyes with Ambrose’s gold ones. “I want this, I can take it.”

“Hmm, okay,” the wolf murmured. “If you’re sure.”

“I am,” was all he said. He took Ambrose by the paw and led him back to the bed. He told him to lay down on the bed, and grabbed the lubricant.

Ambrose sat on the bed; his back pressed against the bed post. “Okay, just . . . take it slowly, very slowly. Completely cover my cock with it--especially with my knot at the base.”

Henry nodded. He uncapped the bottle and upended its contents onto the wolf’s large red shaft. He started to completely coat Ambrose’s cock with the slick substance, and then applied some more to his knot as instructed. There was still some left for him, so with the help of the wolf, he worked his slippery fingers inside himself until we felt loose enough for the wolf.

“Just remember to go slowly. Take deep breaths and try to relax--it’ll be uncomfortable for a good portion,” Ambrose said one more time.

It made Henry smile what Ambrose cared to much about his well being. But he’s taken some large men, so it shouldn’t take him too long to get used the wolf’s size, right . . . ?

Once they we both as comfortable as can be, Henry straddled Ambrose’s hips, aligned his cock under him and slowly lowered himself down. The minute the first inch or two entered him, he knew he may have misjudged the wolf’s size. It wasn’t that his cock was monstrously big, it just a bit bigger than what he was used it, and it had been a long time since he’s had someone inside him. All that stretching before hand didn’t loosen him up enough to help.

Another two inches slide inside him, and he cried out in pain.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhh,” Ambrose cooed. “You’re doing great. Just there for a bit until you think you can continue.” He gently and encouragingly rubbed Henry’s hips.

Henry took a deep, slow breath. He groaned as more slid inside him, fighting the instinct to clench and slide the large cock outside him. You can do this he told himself before taking another gulp of air and sat down of the remaining cock left.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Ambrose said. “Take your time, and move when you’re comfortable.”

When will that be he wondered. Each movement caused a s sharp sting in his ass. And on top of the extreme discomfort, he felt woefully full. But he tried to best, wiggling his hips ever slightly to help accommodate the canine member up his ass. And it seemed to help him--if for a little bit.

Ambrose held onto him, giving him small little lick-kisses against his bare skin. He kissed Henry’s lips again, and again, and again. Each new kiss distracted Henry enough, that Ambrose could slowly start to thrust himself inside. Of course, it also helped what he was stroking him in time with his thrust.

It took a long time, and patience on Ambrose’s part, until the small amount of pleasure he was feeling was overriding the pain. Each thrust caused Ambrose’s tip to press against his prostate. After that the two began to pick a steady pace that Henry could handle.

Ambrose took a short break of thrusting to let the man adjust a little more, and instead focused on stroking the black cock in his paw. This continued for a minute or two before he pulled his cock all the way, safe for his tip, and drove himself inside Henry’s tight ass.

Stars filled Henry’s vision as that cock rammed right into his poor prostate, and again, and again, and again . . . . he let out a loud, guttural moan. He was so over washed with pleasure that he couldn’t form any words--never had he felt this deliciously full, of felt such strong pleasure being fucked by someone. He wanted more, and wasn’t ashamed to profess it. “Please, Ambrose,” he panted, drawing out the wolf’s name. “I . . . I want you too . . .” He trailed off, unsure of the word he was trying to say. All he knew is that he wanted all of Ambrose inside him. He just hoped it would be soon, because he was getting close.

Ambrose kissed Henry deeply and passionately. “As you wish. Hold on tight because I’m knotting you.” He drew his cock out and then back in; each thrust getting harder and fast, and Henry could feel that mass of flesh at the base of Ambrose’s cock push against his entrance harder and harder.

Henry didn’t have enough time to ask what Ambrose meant before he felt, and heard, a wet pop. There was a sharp pain as entered him, because that was quickly killed by that mass crushing he prostate will pleasure.

With the wolf stroking him, and the knot inside him, he came hard, cling to Ambrose. He body shook violently as he rode out his orgasm.

And then Ambrose sank his fangs into Henry as he filled him with his potent wolf seed. The room was soon filled with a deep throaty growl as he came himself.

Did . . . did Ambrose just turn him?! No, he didn’t think Ambrose would have done that. And what was weird was that pleasure completely filled him for a second time--it wasn’t another orgasm, but it was close to one.

Ambrose fell back onto the upturned sheets, taking Henry with him. Henry just laid there in the wolf’s tight embrace, trying to piece together what just happened.

After a short while, Ambrose finally spoke. “I’m sorry about the love-bite,” he said at length. “It’s been a while since I got off, and I just lost control.”

Henry just laid there silently. Ambrose just have sensed his worry because he spoke up when Henry didn’t respond. “No, you won’t turn to what I am.”

“Oh, good,” was all he could say. He got up and stared into the wolf’s eyes. Once he was sure the wolf was telling the truth, he chuckled. He did it . . . he actually did it, had sex with a werewolf.

He felt a sudden sensation of relief. He was so worried that this was going to go horrible wrong. But he was still in one piece. He did it.

Henry looked around for something to clean himself and Ambrose before spotting a towel that was handing by a washing basin. He started to get up only to realize he was stuck. He began to panic. Was there something wrong? Would he be stuck straddling the wolf’s hips? But every time he trying to get up, there was something stuck inside him, preventing his from going any further. “Ambrose!” he yelled. “I think somethings wrong, I wrong--”

Ambrose yawned lazily. How could he be so calm?! “It’s my knot . . . we’ll be stuck for a bit--it’s a canine thing.”

“Maybe, if we tried, we could--” he started to say, still in panic mode.

“I wouldn’t force it, trust me,” he said, and then opened his arms. “It’ll go done in a bit, just have to wait it out.”

Henry wasn’t sure he liked the idea of having to wait, but Ambrose knew what he talking about, he decided to trust him and wait. Reluctantly he slipped into the wolf’s embrace. Those arms held onto to and he soon completely wrapped in what he could only equate to a massive ball of fur.

Henry wiped down his stomach and cock with the towel in his hand before hand it to Ambrose. It’d taken twenty minutes for Ambrose’s knot to soften enough for him to pull out. Henry wondered if he’d ever be able to walk right after that.

“Thank you,” he said as he began wiping his matted, sticky fur. After he was done, he tossed it into the sink.

Henry quickly went about getting dressed. He just finished putting his last boot on when he looked back at Ambrose, admiring the naked wolf. Ambrose caught him staring and smiled back at him.

“That was amazing, by the way,” Henry said, blushing as he said it. Tonight was . . . certainly a night to remember.

Ambrose ambled over and pulled Henry into a hug before giving him a kiss. “Good, I’m glad. Thank you for taking the time to spend the evening with me, I know that wasn’t easy for you.”

Henry just stood there, enjoying the warm and contact from him, before returning the kiss. No, it wasn’t easy, but the wolf was worth it. He hoped to have many more nights like this one. “I’m glad I did.”

The two untangled shortly after, and Ambrose walked Henry to the door, paw in hand. He leaned down and gave him one more kiss on the lips before saying, “Have a good night.”

Henry looked up and smile. “You too.” And with that he left to wolf to go back to his own room, limping along the way.