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Johann struggled to put one foot before the other. The wind buffeted him, and snow filled his vision. He had to find shelter, or he would fall here and freeze, his body buried until spring, unless some scavenging beast or monster dug up and ate his frozen corpse. He stumbled forward, keeping the wind at his back. In the blinding snow, he had no sense of direction. He had naught but to trust to the mercy of the gods that he would somehow find salvation. A vain hope for a condemned sinner.

He had been lost even before this mid-Autumn blizzard doomed him. Johann had fled the frontier town into the night, taking only what supplies he could hurriedly gather, and the few valuables he possessed. He only vaguely knew where he was going. There was a village two days and another small town somewhere beyond that. But he didn't dare take the road. In his panic, he imagined riders and dogs dispatched to hunt him down. Even if, rationally, he should have known they wouldn't bother. They would just be glad to be rid of him and hope some horror of the wilds made a meal of him.

So cutting through fields and into the woods, he went west. It had been five days and he hadn't seen any sign of civilization for three. Even accounting for his slow progress trekking through the wilderness and not the road, he had missed the village. Out of food, he pressed on, hoping to find the town or any other people but the first storm of winter came early.

Johann fell.

It was not the first time or the tenth. But this time he couldn't find the strength or will to rise. He knew he had to keep moving, the only thing keeping him alive in this cold was constant exertion. But he was so tired and his situation hopeless. Yet one final time Johann forced himself to his knees. He looked up and saw a figure looming through the snow.

Hope rising, Johann called out hoarsely. “H- Help! Please, I- I need help." He tried to stand but fell once more. Forcing himself to his knees once more he prepared call shout once more but his breath caught as the hulking figure resolved, a monster. Even slightly hunched the massive thing towered over him. Standing on two legs but covered in grey fur with the features of a fearsome wolf, it glared down at him with piercing amber eyes.

The gods are cruel, he thought, as his final hopes were dashed. Johann collapsed for what he knew would be a final time.

Johann opened his bleary eyes. It was dark, and he found himself in a bed of furs. He groaned as he struggled to sit up. Every part of him ached. He held his head in his hands as he struggled to recall what had happened. He had been saved?

He remembered the figure emerging from the wind and snow. He thought it had been some monstrous wolf creature. Perhaps his exhausted mind had made a figment of a fur clad man?

His mind clearing, Johann took note of his surroundings. He was in a small cave. The only light came from a small fire near the entrance that was burning low. His bed was a heap of furs and hides and outside the winds still howled. He spotted his clothes laid out drying near the fire. He blushed at the realization he had been stripped naked by his rescuer and contemplated leaving the warmth of the furs to dress, when a shadow appeared at the cave entrance.

Johann sat still hardly daring to breathe as the monster entered the cave. Slung over its shoulder was a slain buck which it laid at the entrance. It noticed him staring at it and approached.

Johann's mind raced as it neared. It could have killed me if it wanted to. It could have just left me to die. He did his best to rationalize away his growing dread. The beast was over two meters tall despite being hunched forward slightly. Its broad frame was covered in thick fur of mottled grey still flecked with snow. Its chest and belly were cream colored, and as he looked up at the creature from his seated position he couldn't help but note its black furred balls and plump creamy sheath.

Cursing himself he diverted his gaze to meet the creature's eyes. Nervously Johann wet his lips and tentatively spoke. “Thank you." He paused trying to read any reaction, but the creature's features were inscrutable. “You saved me life?" He asked as much as stated.

It crouched low, bringing it closer to his level. Its ears were upright and pointed towards him attentively. Johann didn't know if it could understand him but then it spoke with a deep rumbling voice. “I was returning from a hunt. I scented you near this den."

Johann was taken aback. The creature, it… he could speak. Relief washed over him. He didn't know what this… person intended, but anything was better than facing a mindless horror.

“Thank you, again. I'm Johann, a scribe." He slowly offered his hand towards his host, but he simply looked down at the proffered hand with a slight tilt of the head to the side. “I guess you don't shake hand??

A clawed appendage that was as much paw as hand engulfed his. “I know what a handshake is, Johann the Scribe. I am surprised. I did not expect you to greet a monster." The last was said with a hint of a challenge.

“A monster doesn't go out of its way to rescue someone."

His host snorted. “Maybe I like to keep prey fresh," he replied in what Johann chose to interpret as a joking tone. “I am Tarrek. I am what your kind call a werewolf."

Despite his words, Johann failed to suppress a shiver as Tarrek confirmed what Johann had feared. Werewolves were one of the most feared monsters of the northern frontier. If the priests were to be believed their existence was a curse from the gods to punish the sins of mankind. Johann had more cause than most to doubt the word of priests.

“So, uh…" Johann looked around the small cave. “This is your home? Its… cozy?"

Tarrek chuffed at that. “No. This den is a temporary shelter."

Chagrined, Johann rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry. I guess you wouldn't be living this close to a human settlement."

Tarrek gave him another slight head tilt. “We are not very close to the dwellings of your kind." He seemed to sense the distress his statement had caused. “You are not where you mean to be."

“No, I suppose I'm not. I don't suppose you know the way I'd need to go to find the ;dwellings of my kind?'"

The werewolf gave a nod. “South. A day. In clear weather. For me." He looked to the entrance of the cave where the blizzard still raged. “For you. Spring."

Johann closed his eyes and sighed, letting the reality of his situation settle in. “This is my first winter on the frontier. I don't suppose there is a chance a warm spell could clear the snow before then? This is an early storm, right?"

Tarrek gave him a pitying look. “I must correct you again. This snow is not early, not for here. But a chance? Perhaps if your kinds gods favor you."

Johann barked a sardonic laugh. “We'll both be here to spring if the weather relies on how much favor I have from the gods."

Tarrek looked at him curiously but Johann didn't elaborate. With a shake of his large head the werewolf rose. “I will dress my kill. Your coverings are dry."

Johann blushed slightly at the reminder the other male had undressed him. “You dress deer and undress humans, eh?"

The werewolf walked away with another shake of his head at the poor pun. Johann bit his accursed tongue. I just tried to flirt with a werewolf. Albert's accusations came back to him. Incubus. Seducer. Corrupter of righteous men. He wrapped himself in a furred hide to preserve his modesty as he retrived his clothes. He didn't believe the priest's vitriolic words, but he needed to watch his tongue regardless. I can't afford to offend Tarrek.

Johann sat across from Tarrek as he laid cuts of venison on flat stones heated by the fire. The smell of cooking meat and the sizzle of fat made his mouth water. It had been over a day since he had last eaten and only a heel of stale bread then. Swallowing, he asked a werewolf a question to distract himself.

“You don't eat your meat raw?"

Tarrek looked up from his work. “I told you. I like my prey fresh. That deer is cold. I prefer cooked meat to cold meat."

Johann watched Tarrek flip the steaks. “Your definition of cooked looks pretty damn rare."

“I forget. Your kind like to burn your meat. I will over cook your share."

“Thanks?"

Tarrek just snorted and concentrated on cooking.

“So, you said this isn't your home. What are you doing out here?"

He did not look up as he answered. “Searching."

Johann raised a brow. “Searching?"

Tarrek looked him in the eye. There was a depth to those eyes. Johann felt he could fall into those amber orbs. He forced himself to look away.

“Right." Johann took a deep breath, and tried to collect himself.

Tarrek took one steak hot off the rock and bolted it down, barely chewing before starting to cook another.

“Johann."

Startled, looked up at the werewolf holding out a cooked piece of venison for him. “Thanks."

They sat in silence while Johann ate. The low fire crackled and fat popped as more steaks cooked. Tarrek waited for Johann to finish before returning the question Johann had asked.

“Why are you here?"

Johann sighed, staring into the fire. “I was trying to get to a village. I got lost."

Tarrek considered him for a moment sensing his reluctance. “You are a long way from the road."

Johann hugged his knees to his chest. “I… I didn't follow the road. I went cross country."

Tarrek picked up the remaining venison and ate it quickly and didn't start cooking any more. Instead he came around the fire and sat next to the distressed young man.

Johann looked up at the 'monster' seated next to him. Empathy shown in those lupine eyes. He resolved himself. I fled the judgment of the hypocritical Ecclesiasty. But I can accept the judgment of this wolf, whatever it may be.

“I hav… had a lover." Johann opened his mouth to continue but found it difficult to get out the next words. Tarrek's arm reached out and pulled Johann to his side.

Johann watched Tarrek's face closely as he said what he must. “He is a priest." Johann searched for any reaction, hate, disgust, revulsion, anger, anything. But Tarrek just waited patiently, his expression placid. Johann looked back to the fire.

“The Ecclesiasty teaches that love between men is a crime against Nature. It is condemned by the gods and those who practice it are in turn condemned. I never believed it. How could my feelings be unnatural? But Albert… Albert believes it. He is consumed by guilt and self hatred. More and more of his sermons were polemics against the unnatural sin homosexuality. And his self hatred began to be reflected back to me." Tears streaked Johann's face as he stared into the embers, the werewolf a comforting presence at his side.

“Finally he told me that he was going to publicly condemn me. He called me an incubus. He said that I had seduced him and corrupted him. He would see me burned. So I fled."

Johann looked back to Tarrek. “Tell me, is Albert right? Are the priests right? Am I unnatural? Am I condemned by the gods?"

“I know nothing of your gods. But your kind knows less than nothing about Nature." The werewolf replied. Then, seeming to change the subject he said. “You never did ask me why I saved you."

Johann swallowed. “I was afraid of the answer. Afraid that maybe you'd reconsider."

Tarrek snorted at that. “I am not so fickle. No, I scented you on the wind near this den. I was angry. A human was trespassing on my territory. I dropped the buck I had slain and ran to confront you. But when I found you and you called to me for help, my anger left me. I do not like your kind. But seeing you in need… You are not your kind. You are Johann and Johann has never caused me harm."

It was the werewolf's turn to stare into the fire. “When you awoke, I expected screams. I expected shouts of monster. I thought you would cower or even attack me. You were afraid, but you thanked me." Tarrek looked back at Johann with a broad wolfish grin across his muzzle. “You even checked me out and flirted with me."

Johann flushed with embarrassment and covered his eyes. He noticed. He knew! Before I said a word to him I outed myself to him.

A large paw cupped his chin and gently lifted his head to meet the werewolf's gaze. The lethal claws only touched his skin lightly. And Tarrek leaned close so that his muzzle was just centimeters away.

“You were right, you know." Tarrek leaned in even closer, his muzzle right next to Johann's ear. “I did enjoy undressing you."

Johann shivered as Tarrek's hot breath washed over him. Then he gasped as a broad rough tongue touched his neck and licked up to his ear lobe. “You liked that", the werewolf rumbled softly.

“Yes", he replied in a whisper.

“Then I'll do it again." With one paw cupping the side of his face and the other around his shoulders, the werewolf held him as the hot muscle ran over his skin. Tarrek lapped at Johann's throat, the werewolf's teeth every so lightly scraping over his vulnerable flesh.

At last, Tarrek broke away, leaving Johann breathless. He stood, easily lifting Johann in his arms. “As delicious as you taste, I want to undress you again."

Johann is laid onto the bed of furs with the werewolf kneeling over him. The look in Tarrek's eye is far more predatory than before. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear as he glimpsed the werewolf's primal nature. It did not escape Tarrek's predatory senses. Tarrek's gaze soften and he stroked Johann's hair, but the hunger didn't leave his eyes. “Johann, I want you. I want you very badly, but I will not harm you. If I do something you do not like, tell me and I will stop. I want you to enjoy this as much as I. Do you trust me?"

Meekly Johann nodded, but Tarrek waited for him to say it. “Yes. I trust you."

With that, the predatory glint returned more intense than ever as Tarrek reached down and began undoing Johann's shirt. The werewolf's claws shook with the urge to rip and tear fabric but he carefully removed the coverings, savoring the anticipation.

Once Torrek had his upper body bare, the werewolf held him down by the shoulders and started licking his body. Staring at his collar bone Tarrek used is tongue to explore Johann, pausing wherever his licks and scrapes earned him a groan. Tarrek found that Johann reacted strongly to tender nips on his belly. The primitive part of Johann's mind reacted to a predator's teeth someplace so delicate.

When Tarrek reached Johann's waistband his patience seemed to fray. The werewolf wasted no time in stripping Johann bare, eager to culminate this hunt. Johann was as impatient as Tarrek and helped the werewolf undress him.

Johann laid back on the furs, fully exposed to the werewolf. His skin prickled in the cold air of the cave. His cock stood painfully erect, the head glistening with precum. Tarrek was looming over him, a slathering beast eyeing its next meal. Johann's gaze wandered down the werewolf's body to his creamy white sheath and the hint of red emerging from its end.

Johann spread his legs as Tarrek positioned himself between them. One of the werewolf's paws gripped his right hip and the other held his left leg. Tarrek lowered his head and inhaling deeply of the young man's scent. Hot breath caressed Johann's groin, contrasting sharply with the cool air. He gasped as Tarrek lifted his left leg and licked the inside of his thigh. A deep growl of satisfaction emanated from the werewolf's throat at he reached Johann's balls and tasted the male's rich sweat.

Tarrek lifted his head to meet Johann's eye and made a show of licking his chops and flashing his teeth. Johann looked down wide eyed and breathless as Tarrek cupped his balls with that massive tongue and gently took them into his muzzle. The werewolf's nose was pressed firmly against the underside of Johann's shaft as he worked over his balls. Johann reached down and stroked the werewolf's furry cheek earning him a pleased growl that vibrated through his groin.

Tarrek allowed the balls to fall from his muzzle and he moved to take in the cock.

“Wait."

Tarrek froze then looked up at Johann looking at him intently, his ears alert, wating.

“I- I can't take much more without cumming." Johann gasped, catching his breath.

“That was the idea." Tarrek softly rumbled.

“I'd… rather you fuck me first, if that is alright?"

Johann could hear the werewolf's tail swishing behind him and Tarrek gave him a fierce toothy grin. “Oh, that is very alright. Whatever you ask."

Johann was rolled onto his belly and Tarrek hold of his hips. He groaned as a hot tongue ran up his crack, spreading his ass cheeks. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling of Tarrek's rough tongue running over his anus. Tarrek paused and took a small jar of rendered fat he kept and scooped a glob of grease onto his tongue. Johann's breath caught as the large muscular appendage forced its way inside of him. Tarrek used his tongue to slather Johann's insides with a mix of fat and saliva, doing his best to work and stretch the hole as he did. He used his paws to spread Johann's cheeks and worked is broad tongue as deep as it would go.

Johann moaned into the furs. He had never had anyone use their tongue on him like this before. And it was big. It pushed and flexed and twirled inside of him. He tried to buck his hips back but found Tarrek grip held him like iron. He writhed in the grip just as the tongue writhed in his guts.

With a loud slurp, Tarrek pulled his tongue from Johann and looked down at the heavily panting man, admiring the job he had done. But there was one last thing he needed to ask.

“Johann, I want to knot you."

A panting Johann looked over his should at the werewolf. “Wha…? Knot?"

“The base of my cock will get large. If I take you fully it will be uncomfortable, maybe painful. I do not know."

“I can live with a little pain. I want all of you, badly."

Tarrek didn't argue. He just hoped the young man would not regret his bravado.

Johann felt himself lifted up onto all fours, Tarrek kneeling behind him. The werewolf's powerful paws pulled him back to meet Tarrek's own thrust. With a growl, Tarrek's member escaped its sheath and was buried into the young man's supple ass. Johann moaned as the thin rigid cock penetrated him effortlessly but he felt a moment of confusion at its size. The cock withdrew and immediately returned as Tarrek struggled to control his pace. In seconds the werewolf was humping at a pace that overwhelmed Johann, and he could feel the werewolf's cock quickly swelling.

Johann whined as with each thrust the pressure on his prostate grew. The shaft was reaching depths that none had reached before, and he could feel the knot. It first entered without notice but as it grew Johann could feel it stretch his anal ring with each passage.

Tarrek pulled back again and felt resistance. Through his mating haze he retained enough awareness to stop himself from pulling his knot free. He switched to very short and rapid thrusts as his knot inflated to full size. Johann let out a keening moan as he was stretched and filled beyond what his body was prepared for. As Tarrek's orgasm washed over him, he held Johann tightly to him, afraid he would struggle and possibly hurt himself.

Johann screwed his eyes shut as he fought to control his breathing. Slowly the overwhelming feeling faded as he became used to size of the cock inside him. He opened his eyes to find he was on his side with Tarrek arms wrapped around him, not letting him move. He became aware of throbbing of the cock as he could feel Tarrek's seed pumped into him.

Tarrek noticed Johann's breathing steady and leaned over him to lick an ear reassuringly. Johann lifted an arm and stroked the werewolf's cheek, Tarrek leaning into the touch.

“Fuck. You did warn me but that was beyond intense."

Refirming his hold, Tarrek rolled onto his back and sat up taking Johann with him. Johann groaned as the cock was shifted inside him. “Are you alright?"

“Mmhmm… Yes. It is starting to feel really good again." So saying, Johann experimentally clenched is ass around the member plumbing his depths, this time eliciting a gasp from the werewolf. Smiling to himself, Johann clenched as hard as his sore ass would allow, concentrating on the feeling of cum course up through Tarrek's cock and marveled that the werewolf was still cumming.

Tarrek growled into his ear and bucked his hips slightly. Johann whined as he was reminded that he was at the far limit of what he could handle. He decided he would hold off on further experimenting for the time, but Tarrrek had other ideas.

“I have fucked you." The werewolf simply stated.

Confused at the self evident comment, Johann craned his neck back to see Tarrek's hungry eyes. “Yes…?"

“Then I am done waiting." With flexibility beyond a human, the werewolf curled over and around the young man impaled in his lap and brought his muzzle to Johann's own neglected cock. True to his word, Tarrek wasted no preamble and engulfed the erect member with his maw.

Lips, far more dexterous than those of a normal wolf, closed around the base of Johann's shaft. Tarrek's tongue swirled, while he gently sucked. Johann hugged the werewolf's head to him as he couldn't stop himself from trying to buck his own hips. His ass began to clench rhythmically of its own accord. It did not take long for Johann's own orgasm to hit him. Tarrek growled around him as his thick seed coated the werewolf's tongue. His ass contracted painfully around the knot lodged inside him. Johann buried his face in Tarrek's furry neck as the feeling swept through him.

Tarrek let him stay like that for a while before straightening from the somewhat awkward position preferring take them both to their sides. Holding Johann to him Tarrek closed his eyes. He was half asleep when Johann softly spoke.

“You never did tell me what you were searching for."

Mumbling and only semi-conscious Tarrek replied. “Does not matter."

“Doesn't matter?"

“Found it."