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Wandering with a Werewolf

Bright moonlight fell through the opening between the tent flaps, bathing the sleeping body of the boy in its glow. The soft furs he was nestled into contrasted with the creamy, hairless skin, as did his tousled shock of black hair. He was slightly stirring in his sleep as the dark, looming shadow fell over him, it’s fuzzy outline topped by the sharp triangles of pointed ears.

The large creature at the entrance of the tent drew in the air, tasting the aroma of the young human, the mix of sweat from a hard day of hiking, an activity clearly showing in the well developing muscles, and the sweet scent of night time arousal. Indeed, the boy’s cute little cock was half erect, rubbing into the furs, the foreskin starting to slowly peel off and show the ruddy, swelling head. The elongated lupine muzzle twitched, showing off the gleaming ivory fangs as the figure leaned down, the muscles rippling under the shaggy black fur as his fanged maw descended, until it was hovering over the boy’s chest, close to his bared throat…

A little drop of saliva fell down from the werewolf’s chaps, hitting the boy’s pert nipples, causing him to stir in his sleep, letting out a small whimper. He grinned, leaning in, until his fangs were only inches away from the feint outline of the boy’s adam’s apple, softly moving up and down as the boy was sleeping. The lupine muzzle opened slowly, and the long, pinkish tongue descended to trace a slobbering lick over the exposed flesh as he moved to pin the boy down, the yellow green eyes fixing him with an expression of half exasperation, half amusement, as the human woke up with an undignified yelp, staring up at the werewolf.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep on alert while I was away from camp? Are you that desperate for one of those creatures lurking in these parts snatching you up and having their way with a helpless little boy like you?”, he asked with a slightly exasperated tone his his gruff, growling voice, only to be rewarded with the boy’s arms slinging around his muscular torso, as the lad grinned sleepily at him.

“Hmmh, well, isn’t that what I have you for, Gmork?”

His smaller body offered little resistance as the werewolf pushed him down with a playful growl, his hot breath washing over the boy’s face.

“Yeah, cheeky little boys like you deserve to get eaten by the big bad werewolf...” He licked the boy’s neck again, his teeth playfully grazing the soft skin, making the human giggle and thrash about futilely as he was pinned beneath the werewolf’s body, all rippling with hard muscle.

“G, get off, you smelly mutt, s, stop!”

The werewolf just let out a throaty chuckle, licking his way down to the two pert nubs of the boy’s nipples. The cries of protest quickly began shifting to moans under the slobbery assault.

“Oh, so you want me to get off? Think I smell?”, he growled teasingly, grabbing the boy at the shoulders, shifting their positions so they were side by side, face to, well, pecs.

“Funny, and there I remember you pushing your nose right into my pits and sniffing them when you thought I was asleep. Like this...” He lifted one of his muscular arms, grabbing the boy and pushing him face first right into the furred pits, pinning him in place with just one arm and laughing as he heard the feeble sounds of protest. The werewolf’s muscular abs were rubbing right against the human boy’s stiff cock, making it slide right into the deep ridges between the mountains of hard, firm muscle. And thus it would have been really hard not to notice the sudden, shuddering gasp, muffled as it was, as the lithe body bucked against him, the oozing cock rubbing slick against the lupine fur.

“Ah, not pretending anymore now? Ready now to admit that you are a dirty little pervert?”, the wolf chuckled, his nose pushing into the messy dark hair, inhaling his little lover’s scent as he let the boy buck and grind against him, the slender little hands grasping his fur, one squeezing the firm muscle of his pectorals. The werewolf let out a little yelp as he felt the fingers pinching his large nipple, teasing it until it was all swollen and pert, nipping the boy’s exposed ear with a slight growl in return. His own cock was starting to swell as well, rubbing against the boy’s thigh, already leaving a first smear of precum.

“Hnnnh, behave, or I will make you beg for mercy as I wreck your ass with this...”, he got out with a throaty moan, grasping the boy’s hips with one hand, spreading his legs until his cock was leaving a slippery trail along his loins. The response was a feeble little whimper followed by a warm, smooth tongue pushing right into the deepest crack between the thick, powerful muscles.

It was a sweet little gesture of apology, as were the gentle, steady strokes, right against his already overstimulated nipple. The boy was whimpering almost with disappointment as the werewolf turned over, now on his back, placing the boy on top of his chest and hugging the slender young human against his muscular body. He was looking at he flushed face and disheveled hair. with a wolfish grin, letting out another playful growl.

“Hnnnh, you’re a meany, Gmork...”, the boy pouted, but nevertheless rubbed his head against the muscular pecs, both roughly as big as the boy’s skull. The powerful muscles stood out even beneath the shaggy fur, massive, rounded and crowned with two thick, swollen nipples that seemed to beg for attention. Or at the very least, the boy seemed unable to resist that call, both his hands grasping the mounts of muscle, massaging them as his index fingers brushed against the pert nubs of flesh. Gmork groaned, loudly, his swelling cock rubbing against that of the boy, smearing his flat, toned abdomen as he closed his eyes, enjoying the little massage. It sure did feel good to be appreciated, especially after not so recent bitter memories…

But fuck those, or rather, fuck the twisted little brat fondling him…

He let out a little yipping sound as he felt the boy’s tongue again, on one of his nipples, the one the little human had just earlier pinched. The slick touch felt nice, maybe even soothing where his sensitive flesh was still throbbing and smarting from the earlier rougher treatment, but also a little strange…

“Th, Thomas, what, what the fuck are you doing there?”

He felt his whole body grow hot, hotter than it already was with that fuckable little ass bouncing up and down as the boy, his boy, was busy licking and teasing his nipples while their stiffened cocks were rubbing against each other – with Thomas member always slipping back into the valley between the high ridges of Gmork’s washboard abs. The boy’s hands were grasping his straining biceps and he could not quite resist flexing them, unable not to feel a certain pride at how much his hard, corded muscles were being appreciated. Dirty little brat…

He let out a gasp as he felt a warm, throbbing sensation in his pecs, hearing Thomas moan softly as his soft lips wrapped around them, the teasing tongue brushing over and over against the achingly sensitive tip.

“Haaah, that, nnnh, feels, gnnnaaarh!”

The wolf felt a strange, almost a bit painful jolt, a throbbing sensation he had never felt before and the definitely out of place feeling of something spurting from a place where nothing had any right to spurt. Not, not on a male wolf! His whole body bucked wildly, making Thomas let go of his swollen, aching nipple. He cranked his head, looking right into the boy’s beaming, flushed face, the small tongue darting out to lick up the smear of milky white around his mouth. Well, not just around his mouth, he was having some splattered all the way up to his eyebrows. And as weird as the whole situation was, that made the werewolf chuckle, reaching out one hand to wipe it off, only for Thomas to grasp it, with both hands, tugging it towards his face and giving him a big grin as he licked the smear of liquid off.

“Hmmmh, wolf milk...”

The cheeky grin on his face was really too much, but Gmork only shook his head, looking with some puzzlement at his other nipple, seeing that some milk, well, it apparently was milk after all, had gathered there as well.

“You and your pervy little mind. You could have gotten that foolish little green skinned twink to be with you, suck each other’s pricks and rut like a pair of horny young bucks...”

The boy just smiled at him, releasing his hand and looking down with obvious intend at the second, swollen nipple.

“Sure, but I would much rather have a big, mean old, hunky werewolf. Even if he smells”, Thomas teased, earning himself a menacing snarl, that only made the boy giggle. Not for long though, as he was rather unceremoniously shut up by having his face pushed right against the bulging pectoral, with his mouth right against the swollen, leaking nipple.

“Then I hope you won’t end up regretting what you wished for. Cause I’m going to make damn sure you pay for all this once you’ve gotten rid of this, umh, weird stuff...”

Gmork’s face would have flushed – had it not been so furry – as he felt the push of wet tongue over the swollen, sensitive flesh, but Thomas could nevertheless feel the sudden shudder and the pulse of the huge, swollen wolf cock as he licked up the thick, rich milk. It was not much different to when he would suck the throbbing werewolf cock – just a different kind of milking and one the boy had obviously wanted to explore for a while. The thick, throbbing nipple spurted right into his hungry mouth, just as they both were leaking precum, slick and slippery until finally, he let go, giving Gmork’s nipples one last, tender lick as he looked down at the panting werewolf, feeling his tail brush against his legs, wagging like a big, content dog.

“Hmmmh, come on, that wasn’t so bad, you did like it, didn’t you?” He leaned in, kissing the pointed muzzle, being rewarded with a rather savage kiss in return, the big tongue pushing into his mouth and claiming him roughly as their cocks were rubbing against each other, hard and fast, making Thomas gasp. He was getting close and so was the werewolf.

“I, umh, well, it did maybe feel kinda, erh...”, the werewolf got out in shaky growls, trying to regain his poise, stroking one hand down the boy’s back, all the way to the tight little ass. Thomas knew what was coming next and felt his whole body tremble in anticipation.

“But I told you, you will be paying for that...”

The wide grin on the wolf’s face showed off the gleaming fangs and Thomas let out a little moan as he felt the large hands on his ass, spreading him apart, shifting their position until he could feel the slick, tapering tip of the lupine cock slip into the valley between his ass cheeks, leaving a sloppy trail of copious precum as it searched for his hole. The boy winced, letting out a shaky, trembling moan, feeling his whole body shudder with apprehension as he looked down into that hungry, wolfish grin. Gmork might humor him, let him play with that body of pure, rippling muscle, but in the end, he was the one who belonged to the werewolf and now, he would be shown his place: writhing and moaning, impaled on the werewolf’s cock!

And he did not have to wait long. Gmork grasped, him, letting out a low growl as he held him in place, claws grazing his delicate skin, just as the thick, oozing cock pushed up, straight into his tight hole.

Thomas let out a whimpering cry, trying to suppress the instinct to clench, to protect his body. After all, he knew it would be utterly in vain. The werewolf wanted his cock buried deep in a tight twink boy ass and that was what would happen. And he would not get a single moment of reprieve, even if he had wanted one.

His own cock was softening a bit, but despite that, the sensation was quite overwhelming, his defenses breached, the quick, merciless thrusts laying him bare as he could feel the muscular body shuddering beneath him, the panting breath of the werewolf going quicker as he slammed deeper into him, painfully hard, relentless with the primal longing for sex. It was pushing against his most sensitive parts, rubbing him raw in a deliciously primal way that promised complete obliteration, drowning out any rational thought beneath a torrent of overpowering heat and tight, delicious pressure. And at the end of the shear pain, he knew that in the lustful abandon, his own reward would come.

Deeper, fast and hard, slick with precum, the air in the tent hot and smelling of sweat, sex and wolf. Gmork had half risen, hugging him against his muscular chest as Thomas felt the thick, swollen knot rub against his well stretched ass. His heart was hammering, looking into the gleaming wolf eyes, seeing the pure, unadulterated desire burning there. He was going to take it tonight, all the way…

His cock was throbbing hard again by now and pushing right into the already well slicked valley of firm muscle, his manhood aching with ecstatic pleasure not caring for the impending pain, the sensation of his body stretched almost to the breaking point. He was whimpering, feeling his eyes tear up as the werewolf pressed him closer, licking tenderly over his neck as he pushed.

“Haaaaah, nnnh, nnnooo, Gmork, I, haaaaaah!”

It was too fast, to much, he needed, needed…

His thoughts were drowned out as he felt the popping sensation, the overpowering pressure, the sharp pain. Gmork was inside, all the way, the thick, swollen knot locking him in place, pushing, pushing right against his sensitive, aching prostate. Too deep, too much, too…

“Haaaaah!”

The boy’s cry ended in a wild, helpless flutter of motion, jerking, bucking, clenching around the throbbing wolf cock as he shot his hot semen over the muscular abdomen, soaking into werewolf’s black fur, smearing over his own sweaty skin.

And Gmork let out a howling cry, his cock quickly pistoning, up and down, as if to try to bury himself even deeper into the boy, just as he emptied his heavy load right into him in thick, hot gushes of werewolf spunk.

Both of them were panting, lying on the soft furs covering the ground, hot and sticky with sweat and cum and gloriously unconcerned about any of it. The boy whimpered, the wolf panted, hugging the smaller body tighter to his ripped, muscular form as he buried his nose into the messy hair, inhaling the scent that had already become dear and familiar.

“Hnnnh, guess you are all good and thoroughly bred now, so we may call your punishment properly carried out...”, he chuckled, stroking over the boy’s trembling back, his cock still firmly in place, feeling his own hot, slick cum gushing out from the well and properly fucked hole.

“Hnnnnh, no… I, hnnnh, think you have to punish me again so it properly sinks in...”, Thomas gasped, his voice trembling a bit, as he chuckled weakly, burying his head in the furry chest, all soft and warm…

“You really are a handful...”, the werewolf growled, chuckling slightly as he continued to stroke from tousled head to the tight ass, still snugly encasing his cock. He knew he would stay hard for a good while, but then again, it didn’t seem like his boy minded spending the night impaled…

“Yeah, but I am YOUR handful, so better learn to deal with it you big, mean old werewolf...”

The boy’s voice trailed off in a sleepy yawn and it didn’t take long until his breath went deeper, steadier, his chest rising and falling softly as he lay on top of the muscular body, with the werewolf’s pectorals as his pillows.

Gmork looked down at him with a grin forming around his muzzle as he let his head sink back, his arms coming to rest, still holding the boy gently.

“Hmmmh, guess I am indeed stuck with you. Quite literally for now...” He groaned, feeling the tight body like a warm, velvety sheath around his cock…

“Good night, little Thomas...”

He let out a content sigh, feeling his eyelids falling shut as the steady rhythm of the boy’s breath lulled him to his sleep.