Lust and the Void by Gots

Lust and the Void

Gots, anthro, cum, erotica, fantasy, furry, gay, knotting, pack, plot, story, wolf, yiff

Cass is thrust into the anthro world of secretive societies and world threatening stakes, and intense sex, when he becomes mate to a wolf. An epic adventure with strong character growth and exciting storyline!

The Lust and the Void - Chapter 1: Roommates

Cass didn't know it, but his days as a human were drawing to a close.

The apartment was a comfortable two-bedroom tucked into an old brick building in a quiet New England college tow. Exposed wooden beams overhead, wide-plank floors that creaked underfoot, and tall windows letting in the soft gray light of late afternoon. A worn leather couch dominated the living room, flanked by mismatched bookshelves stuffed with fantasy novels and hiking gear.

The bedroom was dim, lit only by the blue-white glow of Cass's computer monitor. The air hung thick with the lingering scent of Cass' roommate: a tall, dark, strikingly handsome wolf whose musky, earthy aroma never failed to drive Cass wild. But Cass was a human in his mid-twenties, and his hunger for the black-furred anthro was a closely guarded secret. A deep, aching longing no one could ever know he carried. Taboo. Not unheard of, but like the bisexuality he also kept hidden, it was far easier to pretend otherwise.

Roan wouldn't be home for a while, leaving his roommate Cass to his own devices and his naughtier desires. While the wolf was away, the human would play.

So Cass stole his pleasure when Roan was out, letting his mind fill with fantasies of the big wolf who remained blissfully unaware.

Cass sat now with his pants pooled around his ankles, shirt shoved up under his armpits, rocking slowly in the desk chair. The screen blazed with scenes of anthro wolves: breeding, thrusting, spilling, devouring one another. The sight ignited that familiar fire in his core, stealing his breath as he watched those sleek, powerful bodies and curved thighs, rippling muscle, moaning and panting as they claim each other with primal abandon. Sometimes animations crafted by humans sufficed; other times he ventured to darker corners of the web for real footage. In society, anthro mating, especially involving humans, remained far from mainstream or socially accepted.

Even in this hurried session, a thick, curved vibrator buzzed deep inside him sending instant waves of pleasure rippling outward, tingling along his nerves and coaxing his cock to full, leaking hardness. He kept the setting low and teasing, letting the toy's shape do most of the work, heat climbing his spine. No time today for chasing those long, hands-free dry orgasms. Though he loved those, and was highly 'rewired' from experience for them.

His right hand wrapped around his shaft, over seven inches, thick and veiny, smooth beneath his fingers. The circumcised head flushed plump and red. With his left, he cupped the heavy weight of his balls, rolling them gently, savoring the radiant pulses of lust spreading through his pelvis as he kneaded the soft, sensitive skin. He knew exactly how to finish himself fast.

The next clip loaded: a sultry animation featuring a fox and a horse in a stable, a popular among the furry community, and a classic...

Cass's breath hitched as arousal surged and he watched the fox get on his knees in front of that massive horse cock.

He reached down and nudged the vibration up a notch.

And that's when the door swung open. Roan's sleek yet imposingly large silhouette filled the doorway, backlit by the hallway's harsh light pouring into the dim room. Cass froze, too stunned to even attempt covering himself. It was far too late.

There stood his roommate: tight black t-shirt stretched over black fur and corded muscle, jeans hugging powerful thighs, a twelve-pack of IPA dangling from one dark-furred paw. Golden eyes widened. His muzzle parted in shock.

Cool, fresh forest air rolled in behind him. Neither moved for one endless, suspended second. Then Cass yelped, yanking both hands down to shield his lap. The abrupt motion jolted the toy hard against his prostate; he bit back a moan even as his cock began to soften under his palms from sheer panic, fresh precum seeping between his fingers. A few drops had already hit the floor. This was catastrophic. He was ruined.

"What are you doing, buddy!?" Roan's muzzle, deep, velvety, split into a surprised laugh. He padded across the room toward Cass, clearly amused. "Having some alone time? What're you watching while I'm gone? Wha . . ."

Cass's face burned crimson, but all he could do was sit there, hands clamped over his groin, the toy still sending treacherous ripples of pleasure through his limbs.

"You're into guys!?" Roan exclaimed. "And holy shit, furry porn?" His voice carried genuine shock, but no trace of revulsion. "That's fucked up," he said, laughing again.

Cass thought he might actually pass out from the heat in his cheeks. He couldn't even bring himself to remove the Aneros still nestled inside him.

Roan set the beer on the dresser with a thud that echoed too loudly in the sudden silence. He didn't leave. He simply stood there, nostrils flaring as he drew in the thick scents of Cass's arousal, precum, sweat. Then, quieter, more somber: "I... fuck, man. I didn't mean to say it like that." He rubbed the back of his thick, black-furred neck. "There's nothing wrong with this. It's okay."

Cass exhaled shakily. "I'm sorry, Roan..."

Roan waved a paw. "Hey, don't be. It's fine, really. I don't care in the slightest, and you know I won't breathe a word to anyone."

Cass started to rise, still shielding himself as best he could. That's when a large, strong paw settled on his shoulder, gently but firmly pressing him back into the chair.

"Roan?"

"I have to wonder... you're into these wolves, huh? Does that mean... do I turn you on like this?"

Cass's heart hammered so fiercely he was sure Roan's keen senses picked up every frantic beat. He hesitated, the cocktail of lingering horniness, toy-induced euphoria, and adrenaline clouding his judgment. "Yeah..." he whispered.

Another paw landed on his other shoulder. Cass's eyes widened. What was happening?

"It's just�I've been wondering myself," Roan murmured, as Cass stared up at that expressive muzzle, fascinated as always by the way the wolf's hot tongue moved when he spoke. "What a human's skin feels like... what human cock is like."

"What?" Cass managed. A sudden, involuntary prostate-driven tremor rolled through him; he stifled the shake quickly. This was unreal.

Roan's gaze dropped pointedly to Cass's trembling hands. "I never said it out loud before."

Cass's pulse thundered in his ears. "...You're straight, Roan."

Roan let out a low, humorless chuckle. Silence stretched, charged and electric. He stepped closer until his boots nudged Cass's bare ankles. Cass suddenly realized he relished this vulnerability, naked, exposed, in front of the wolf he'd fantasized about for so long. The dream made real, forced into the open.

Even with his dull human nose, Cass caught Roan's scent clearly now: rich musk, wild earth, animal yet undeniably humanoid, stirring desires he asumed they shared.

"Let me see," Roan said, voice dropping to a velvet rumble that made Cass's cock twitch. "Hands off, Cass. Let me look at my friend."

Cass's breath caught. Slowly, he drew his hands away. Humiliated, terrified, and impossibly aroused. His shaft, softened earlier by shame, began to swell again under the heat coursing through him, bobbing as blood rushed back. His balls hung heavy and warm between spread thighs, sac loose and smooth in the monitor's glow.

The base of the black prostate toy peeked from between his cheeks, still humming softly. Roan's ears gave that adorable canine twitch. A visible shudder ran through the wolf's broad shoulders. "Jesus. Look at those nuts," he muttered. He reached out slowly, giving Cass every chance to stop him, and cupped the warm sac. Silky fur brushed sensitive skin; rough pads contrasted deliciously. Cass's cock stiffened fully, rising. He could scarcely believe it: a real paw on his balls. Not pixels or imagination. A soft moan escaped him. It felt soo soft and right, and made Cass feel sexy in a way he doesn't normally.

Roan rolled them gently, testing their weight, tuging lightly until Cass gasped and clenched around the toy. "Sensitive. You like having them played with, huh, Cass?"

"Yeah... yeah, I do," Cass managed, voice pathetic.

Roan traced the seam, shifting the heavy orbs as he pleased. "I like them too. They feel nice from my end."

The wolf was discovering his first human, just as the human experienced his first wolf.

Cass surged to full erection, shaft slapping his belly. Fresh precum beaded at the tip, then rolled slowly down the tight, pink skin.

Roan leaned to Cass's ear, breath hot. "You've probably wanted this for a while, huh? I've been curious for years. How about it? let me taste you?" His muzzle brushed Cass's ear; the sheer reality sent a thick squirt of precum arcing across the wolf's furry thumb as he continued kneading the gentle scrotum.

"Please..." Cass nodded, small and frantic.

Roan sank to his knees between Cass's spread legs. Large paws glided up pale thighs, claws lightly dragging on the flesh. Fingers dipped into the crease beside his balls, then both paws toyed with the sac again. One squeezed the thick base of Cass's cock, teasing the reddening, engorged length, making the veins pop a little.

Warm breath ghosted over sensitive skin. Then that long, flat wolf tongue emerged. The sight of the wolf muzzle parting soo close to his goods made him throb with heat and want. Cass gripped the chair arms, unable to contain himself, barely able to process. The tongue dragged warm and broad up the underside, drawing full-body shivers. Roan moaned against the flesh. Cass felt his pulse hammering in his neck, pelvis, shaft.

Roan took him in one slow, enveloping slide, tongue curling beneath the head to savor salt and precum. Cass's hips jerked; Roan sank to the base, nose buried in trimmed pubes, chin nestled against balls. Gentle hum, warm wetness, tight caress of the wolf's mouth and tongue. Innnnsaaaane, Case thought.

"Oh my god, Roan. Holy fu�fuck." Cass moaned.

Roan pulled back just enough to murmur, "Fuck, humans taste good," before swallowing him again, deeper, until the head nudged the back of that warm, accommodating canine throat. All the while, paws fondled, tugged, rolled. Each time Cass neared the edge, breathing ragged, Roan eased off, keeping him teetering, gently rubbing a padded thumb along the straining hard underside of Cass' edged cock.

"I can't... I'm gonna burst..."

The toy and Roan's muzzle edged him mercilessly; release consumed everything.

Roan smiled around him. "It's okay, my friend. Cum for me. I want it all."

He plunged down again. Cass arched, prostate sending white-hot signals through every nerve. He couldn't believe his trained prostate was about to dump it's precious load... not on Cass' own human hand, but in the hot canine muzzle of his roommate. The trained sensitivity prolonged the peak, intensified it. Heat and suction tipped him over; his cock erupted in rhythmic pulses, veins bulging against the wolf's tongue and throat. Hot cum and prostatic fluid flooded Roan's mouth. Cass shook, moaned, quivered as seed pumped longer and harder than any solo session. Finally, mercifully, it subsided, shaft still firm but softening on Roan's tongue.

Cass gasped as Roan slowly withdrew, lips dragging to collect every last drop. He popped off, leaving Cass's dick slick and glistening against his belly. Cass panted.

"That tasted great, my boy," Roan said.

The toy now ached inside him, vibrations unwelcome post-climax, bordering on overstimulation.

Roan surprised him again, hauling Cass from the chair with effortless strength. He sat on the floor and pulled Cass into his lap, belly to belly, spent cock pressing into Roan's t-shirt. Roan stripped the shirt off in one motion. Now Cass's length rested against warm, thick fur atop rippling abs.

"Thank you, Roan," Cass whispered, pulling him close.

"Babe, we're far from done if you're okay with that."

Babe? Roan had called him babe.

The wolf promised more. Cass's mind reeled. What more? He was in the arms of this powerful, insanely attractive wolf, his dream made flesh. What else was Roan willing to share? Or... do to him? His heart skipped a beat, his head got light.

Roan leaned in and nipped Cass's collar bone, sharp sting, then soothed it with a loving lick. Cass startled, then recalled: wolves often led in relationships, especially with humans, and would do this kinda aggressive ownership. My god... Roan was dominating him. A fresh rush of excitement flooded his body. Did Cass want to be dominated by Roan? In the moment... yes, he thinks so. That nip on his collar sent fresh heat through his spent cock. Cass could feel cool fluid dripping down his balls and thigh, some cum still dripping, or maybe brand new fresh precum, probably landing in Roan's fur!

He gasped as furred fingers grazed his ass. The toy shifted; Roan eased it out, still buzzing. Cass's breath hitched at the slow withdrawal, his hole clenching on emptiness, a fresh spurt of fluid leaving his member and landing on fur. Roan teased Cass' rim with the warm tip, then set it aside.

"Feeling naked? Vulnerable?" Roan asked.

"I feel okay," Cass said.

Roan drew him tighter against his furred chest. "Safe, then? Horny?"

"...Very."

"Then stand up for me. Turn around. Lean over the chair."

Cass rose slowly, legs shaky, still a touch guarded.

"Babe," Roan said gently. "I just swallowed your cum. No need to be shy. I'm into you, I promise. Just get over that chair. I've got you, Cass."

Cool air kissed the slick, lube-smeared hole as Cass bent forward and spread his legs, offering himself. It felt good and right to surrender like this. And damn, Roan was everything he'd ever craved. There was no going back now...

Large paws spread his cheeks. A deep, animal rumble vibrated from Roan's chest, wild and possessive. It made Cass's spent cock twitch back to life.

"Pretty pink hole, Cass. Already slick for me."

Then came the hot, wet tongue, dragging up his taint, over his balls, smearing warmth and slickness until his sac drew tight before dropping heavy again. Cass's breathing quickened. Roan lingered, sucking one ball into his muzzle, rolling it with that dexterous tongue, tugging with gentle suction while padded paws caressed his cheeks. Cass's legs trembled uncontrollably. When the tongue finally reached his hole, Cass sobbed into the chair cushion.

Roan devoured him like a starving beast, driven by the whimpers and moans from Cass, broad, flat strokes circling the rim perfectly, then pushing inside, fucking with the tip. "Fuuuck..." Cass breathed.

Roan rimmed him for what felt like an eternity, growling contentedly, possessively, paws squeezing whenever Cass clenched.

Roan rose. The unmistakable rasp of a zipper filled the air.

"Wait, wait..." Cass turned, needing to see.

Roan stroked his black sheath; the red-and-pink length emerged, thick, veiny, canine. Far thicker than Cass's, but not impossible. Longer too, the intimidating knot already swelling free. It looked slick and wet, Cass wondered if that was pre leaking or a natural always slickened state.

"What do you think? Too weird? I know you're used to wolf cock from animations, but the real thing..."

Cass reached out slowly, fingers wrapping the shaft. So powerful yet velvety soft, radiating incredible heat, slick. No lube needed for this beast. Fresh precum welled at the tip. He traced up to the knot. "Wow, man... I love it. It's perfect, Roan. This thing's fuckin' hot. Lucky wolf you."

"Glad you like it. Now turn around, pup."

"Pup?" Cass echoed.

"Sorry, sorry, Cass. Just getting worked up. Too much Alpha Wolf slipping out. Won't happen again."

Cass turned. The blunt, hot tip nudged between his cheeks, sliding slickly to his entrance, pressing gently. "S... slow, please," he squeaked.

"Don't worry, babe. I know it's big. We'll go very slow and easy."

Cass's heart raced. Roan was commanding yet tender, and breathtaking: sculpted thighs, firm ass, carved abs, a living work of art now aligning that thick red length. Fresh precum dribbled against Cass's rim, trailing down his taint and balls. Roan was as eager as he was.

Roan leaned over, chest fur tickling Cass's back. "Tell me yes," he rumbled.

"Yes, god yes..." Cass managed.

The first inch eased in, no harder than the toy, thick but smooth and warm, but Roan paused, rubbing Cass's back soothingly. A bit of euphoria sparkled across Cass' vision as the wolf cock just barely began stretching his entrance. The radiant heat from that red tip alone rekindled arousal; Cass hardened again beneath his spread thighs.

"A little deeper, babe. Tell me when it's too much."

Roan advanced slowly. Cass's rim stretched, aching, stinging as the head breached the ring. He grunted; Roan froze, holding stedy, letting the flutter subside. He withdrew slightly, gave Cass a moment, then pressed again, deeper, while Cass grimaced through the thickness. Sometimes the best way was to take it all.

Roan sank fully except the knot. Cass groaned, head dropping, breathing hard.

"I know, babe. It's big, filling you, stretching you more than you're used to I'm sure. Softer than a toy, though. Starting to feel better already, right? We wait till you're good."

"You're amazing, Roan." Cass felt foolish saying it.

Roan chuckled, stroking Cass's ribs, then his balls, cock still buried deep. Cass felt his prostate throb against the thick intrusion, pleasure signals he'd trained for now amplified by real, hot flesh. Heaven.

"I feel good, babe... er, Roan. Heh."

Roan laughed softly, pulled out with a wet slurp, then slid back in slowly. Cass's hole welcomed him now. Precum dangled from Cass like a rope; Roan's leaked down Cass's balls.

Roan began a steady rhythm, each drag scorching over Cass's prostate, making his cock throb and sway. He wrapped strong arms around Cass, purring deep vibrations against his shoulder blades. Cass felt that thick black tail coil around his ankles, a touch he'd always craved but never dared ask for. Now it bound him while his body bound Roan's length.

"You're so damn sexy, Roan... I've always wanted this..."

"Haha, babe, I'm burning for you. I've dreamed of being buried in your ass for ages. This isn't one-sided. So enjoy this big wolf inside your hole. Like I'm part of you. Now you're one of the lucky boys from those videos you watch."

The pace built until Cass couldn't hold back. "Fuck... your knot... I want it, Roan. I don't care if it hurts. I want it sunk in me."

Roan withdrew, lifted Cass effortlessly, spun him, and carried him to the couch. He laid Cass down, hoisting his legs over broad wolf shoulders. "I want to watch you take it, babe. You look as hot as any of those boys in the films."

Roan guided Cass's wrist: first to stroke the slick red length, coating it further, then to his own cock. "Stroke yourself." Cass could hardly believe it, lying back, using Roan's precum to slick his hand, hole open and waiting for that thick wolf dick.

Roan slid back in, thrusting firmly, making Cass's balls bounce, strings of pre connecting scrotum to furry pelvis and abs. Five more minutes of building intensity: knot swelling, kissing the rim wetly, Roan's pants turning to growls and rumbles. Arousal peaking.

Cass panted, abs flexing. "...Claim me, Alpha. Claim your pup. Give him the knot." The second Cass spoke those submissive phrases out loud, his prostate lit up with electricity and euphoria bloomed. He really does like to submit...

Roan grinned fiercely. "Oh fuck yes, babe! Get ready, you're about to be mine, eager little pup!"

The roleplay ignited Cass; his cock hardened against his abs as he stroked, release building.

Roan leaned down, covering him completely. The knot pressed, stretching painfully wide, but Cass welcomed it. It popped past the ring, burying deep, shaft shifting impossibly farther. Roan growled, then nipped Cass's collarbone lightly, teeth grazing, claiming without breaking skin.

Roan fucked him in short, grinding thrusts, his tail waving and lifting, his tight strong wolf ass and hole bounching as his hips drop down onto Cass. The thick red length pulsed inside; warm seed pumped deep, soothing the stretch, flooding Cass. The knot swelled impossibly, locking them in a hot, pulsing seal, Roan's hips circling possessively as fresh warmth soaked him from within.

Cass's prostate sang; stars exploded behind his eyes. He came hard, human cock throbbing against their pressed bodies, spilling across Roan's furred abs.

Roan's release continued, the most intimate sensation Cass had ever known, dribbling out around the knot, warm trails down his ass. The pulsing shaft danced against his tingling prostate.

Roan calmed, still locked inside, then lapped gently at the bite mark, naughty, claiming, tender.

"Does this make me your... bitch?" Cass asked.

Roan laughed warmly. "Quiet, pup. You're no bitch. You gave us both what we craved, I took it, you let me. You're perfect like this. No shame, no fear."

As Cass lay there, knot filling him, warm cum inside, the massive black wolf breathing atop him, his thoughts raced through the haze. Was this ongoing? Would Roan want him again? Would things turn awkward?

"What now?" Cass asked.

"We wait for the knot to go down. Tell me if you're uncomfortable, pup, I'll shift."

"I mean... what about later? After all this?"

"After?" Roan tilted his head. "What, you want round two already? I figured you'd need rest first."

Cass laughed. "I meant... will there be more? What does this mean for us?"

Roan settled heavier, muzzle resting across Cass's neck, tongue tracing his pulse. "Do you like this? Do you want more, Cass?"

Cass nodded.

"Then next is simple: I'm here for you, babe. You're my pup now." He thrust once more... deep, claiming... then pinned Cass with his weight.

Cass felt tears prick his eyes. "I want you here. I want you, Roan."

End of Chapter 1 of "The Lust and the Void"

Many adventures to come...

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Chapter 2: Hidden Edges

Cass stood frozen, staring down at the gun.

The wooden dresser drawer stood open in Roan's room, it had caught Cass' eye as he walked by and he stole a peek. Black metal caught the light with a cold, matte finish, the grip textured for a firm hold. Next to it lay a compact knife in a worn leather sheath, two burner phones sealed in their packaging, a coiled tactical belt, and a couple of pouches that screamed purpose. This was not casual. This was ready. Cass swallowed hard. He owned a few guns himself, tucked away in a safe back home, but he had lost all interest in target practice years ago even though he was quite good. Those pieces felt like relics, dusty and forgotten. This one looked different, tactical and alive, like it had been pulled out yesterday and might be needed again tomorrow.

He had only walked past Roan’s room to grab a charger. One glance at the half-open drawer and curiosity pulled him in. Now he could not look away.

The front door clicked open.

Roan’s heavy boots crossed the living room in three long strides. Cass straightened fast, but it was too late. The wolf filled the doorway, golden eyes sharpening as they moved from Cass to the drawer and back.

One heartbeat of silence stretched between them.

Then Roan moved.

He crossed the room in one smooth motion, big paws catching Cass by the hips and pressing him back against the wall, walking him back. The contact was firm, warm fur and solid muscle pinning him without crushing. Roan’s muzzle dipped straight to Cass’s neck, hot breath rolling over skin as the wolf inhaled deep, greedy, like he needed the scent to survive. Cass couldn't believe it but he couldn't stop himself from enjoying it either. Roan really was hot in all the ways that click with Cass.

“Been thinking about you nonstop,” Roan growled low against his throat. One paw slid under Cass’s shirt, rough pads dragging slow circles over bare stomach. Cass knew there were pretty scary claws in those fingers, but they didn't touch his skin. Roan was soo careful, as if humans were fragile to him. The touch sent sparks straight down Cass’s spine.

Cass’s brain fogged instantly. The gun, the knives, the burners, everything faded under the sudden weight of fur and heat and want. Roan’s tongue flicked out, tasting salt at the base of his neck, then teeth grazed just enough to make Cass’s knees weaken. Cass reached a hand around and held the back of Roan's powerful neck as he licked, feeling the movement of muscles under his fingers, turning himself on incredibly. He found himself "scritching" behind Roan's ears for a moment, the way you would a pet, but anthro's were no pets. He apologized but Roan told him it's fine, kinda hot actually.

"Just don't forget who the ALPHA is, as you pet me like I'm the pup." Roan gave him the hottest smile, his wolf lust not contained behind it at all.

“Roan…”

“Bedroom. Now.”

Roan did not wait. He scooped Cass up like he weighed nothing, carried him down the hall, and kicked the door shut. Clothes disappeared fast. Shirt yanked over Cass’s head, jeans shoved down with impatient paws, boxers dragged away until Cass stood completely naked, already half-hard in the cool air of the room.

Cass let out a shaky laugh. “Jesus. A few days ago you were just my gaming buddy, now... damn... I dunno haha. This is wild."

Roan’s grin flashed sharp white fangs. “And you were just the quiet human who smelled too good to ignore. Now you are mine. And I like wild, babe, you should know that. I've only been putting up with the roommate routine, content with beers and pizza and videogames, us wolves learn to adapt our behavior to fit in better with humans, so it's not uncomfortable, but you've unlocked the real Roan.” He backed Cass toward the bed until the mattress hit his knees. “Lie down.”

Cass obeyed, heart pounding. Roan stripped his own shirt in one fluid motion, jeans following, then stretched out on his back across the sheets. He was tall on the bed, and his black fur majestic as fuck, Cass thought. His paw wrapped around the black sheath at his groin and stroked slow and deliberate. The thick red length slid free, slick and heavy, already beading precum at the tip. The knot at the base began to swell, full and intimidating.

Roan’s voice dropped to a husky velvety command. “Come here, pup. Suck me.”

The words sent a hot shiver through Cass, his own cock twitching hard against his belly. But Roan’s ears flicked back right away and his expression softened.

“Wait. Shit. Is that okay?” He sat up a little, paw still loosely curled around himself. “I know it is different. Wolf cock in a human mouth. The knot, the taste, the amount of cum usually, not what you're used to, Cass. If you are not ready, we stop right now. No pressure.”

Cass crawled between Roan’s powerful thighs and settled on his stomach, face inches from the dripping shaft. The musk hit him full force, rich and wild and pure Roan. He looked up.

“I am more than willing to give it a go,” he said quietly. “For you. I've wanted to suck cock for awhile now... just, trying to ease into it...”

Roan exhaled, paw coming up to cup Cass’s cheek. “Good boy. Take it however you want to, it's your first one, but I think you'll love it.”

Cass leaned in. The first taste was salt and heat, thick precum coating his tongue as he licked the tip, warm but mostly tasteless. He surprised himself how eagerly he lapped the fluid up. Soo naughty, which is probably what encouraged him along. Roan groaned deep in his chest. Cass opened wider, took the head past his lips, then more, sliding down, submitting, doing what should be embarassing to him. But he wanted to enjoy this, not be shamed by it. The shaft throbbed against his tongue, velvet over steel, far thicker than anything he had ever imagined. He worked slow at first, learning the ridge where the knot would lock, the way Roan’s hips jerked when he swirled around the slit. He was loving that his mouth could make Roan react, loving making those sexy perfectly fit black furred hips jolt. And he was loving the feel of cock in his mouth.

Roan’s paw stroked his hair, gentle and encouraging. “Your mouth feels incredible. You're a natural, babe. Doing great, hmmmmph yes."

Cass hummed around the length, the vibration pulling another growl from the wolf. He bobbed deeper, throat relaxing as best he could, saliva slicking every inch. Roan’s breathing turned ragged, abs flexing, tail thumping the mattress. Soo hot, so animal and instinctual, just like how he felt with this thick cock in his throat. Giving, and loving it.

When the knot began to pulse harder against Cass’s lips, Roan’s paw moved to the base, fingers circling tight to hold it back. “Not yet, pup. Not in your throat. You are not ready for that stretch.”

Cass pulled off just enough to breathe, then dove back in, sucking harder. Roan’s hips bucked. A low whine escaped the wolf’s muzzle.

“Gonna… fuck…”

The wolf's hips arched, the cock pressed in deeper, and Cass could actually feel the muscles thicken against his tongue, his lips. The first heavy spurt hit the back of Cass’s throat, with more force than he expected, and an audible rush sound he heard in his ears that probably only he culd hear. It was too much, too sudden, too thick. Cass coughed hard around the cock, eyes watering, but he did not pull away. Another pulse flooded his mouth, then another, warm and bitter-salty and endless wolf cum. But not just that, not just the sexiness of wolf cum that he's seen in porno and dreamed about, but it was ROAN'S cum, and he loved it more for that. He swallowed frantically, gulping down what he could, but some still leaked past his lips and dripped down his chin.

It shoulda been nasty, the taste and texture wasn't stellar, but the act of pleasuring Roan and receiving fluid from that sexy cock, fluid from deep inside Roan's most pleasure giving anatomy, fur covered, masculine. Hot. The way Roan’s whole body shook, the way his paw tightened in Cass’s hair, the raw pleasure rolling off him made it worth every drop. Cass had never sucked or swallowed anyone before, let alone an anthro. The intimacy of it, the trust, the knowledge that he was pleasing Roan, turned the whole thing electric. He kept swallowing, coughing softly between pulses, determined to take everything the wolf gave him.

When the last spurts finally eased, Roan’s paw kept the knot locked away from Cass’s lips. The red shaft jerked a few more times, painting the wolf’s belly fur with leftover white ropes. Roan’s head fell back, muzzle parted in a silent, shuddering howl of pleasure, chest heaving.

He hauled Cass up with both arms, tucking him against his side in a crushing hug. Fur pressed warm and soft against skin. Cass could feel the wolf’s heart slamming.

“You did great babe,” Roan murmured, muzzle nuzzling into Cass’s hair. “So fucking hot, I loved it. I love you, pup.”

They stayed like that a minute, breathing together. Then Roan shifted, guiding Cass until he lay back against the wolf’s broad chest, head pillowed on thick fur. Roan’s spent cock, still half-hard and slick, draped heavily across Cass’s own package, rising up from underneath Cass' balls, which hung loose and draped the red dick. The thick length covered balls and shaft completely when Roan pulled it upward pointing toward their faces, warm weight pressing down like a living claim.

Roan’s paw wrapped around Cass’s length and stroked slow and firm. His own cock shifted with every motion, sliding against Cass’s sensitive skin, adding slick friction and heat. Roan stroked Cass against his own dick, Cass arched, gasping, hips jerking into the touch.

“Roan… oh god yes... fuck man, I don't deserve this, you're too good to me, Roan.”

“Let go for me, pup. Show me how good it feels.”

The rhythm built fast. Roan’s strokes were confident, thumb pumping his meat a little, rubbing the cock head on every upstroke while his wolf cock rubbed along the underside of Cass’s shaft. Pressure coiled tight in Cass’s gut. He clutched at Roan’s arm, body trembling, anchoring himself against Roan.

When he came it hit like a wave, white ropes streaking his stomach and splashing over Roan’s red length, mixing with leftover wolf cum. Cass shook through every pulse, moaning Roan’s name, body going liquid against the wolf’s chest, vision nearly blanking out, his cock soo horny with the reality of him getting what he always dreamed of, it felt like it was gonna burst from how intense his erection was.

They panted in the quiet, Cocks together, Cass's balls drawn up but now relaxing in the wamrth, the skin stretching over Roan's cock.

Then Roan’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Roan swore under his breath. He reached over, glanced at the screen, and his whole body tensed.

“Shit. I have to take this.”

He answered, voice clipped and low. “Yeah. On my way.”

The call ended. Roan sat up, easing Cass off him gently, then rolled out of bed. Cass got up and grabbed his shirt, wiping Roan down as best he could. There was cum in his fur, tons of mess on his cock and balls.

Roan crossed to the dresser, pulled the drawer wider, and started strapping on gear, belt first, knife sheath next, one burner clipped to his waist. The gun slid into a concealed holster under his jacket.

Cass pushed up on his elbows, still dazed and sticky. “Roan… what is all that?”

Roan paused, paw resting on the gun grip. His golden eyes met Cass’s, softer than the situation allowed.

“Pack business. Anthro stuff. Nothing you need to worry about.” He stepped closer, cupped Cass’s face with one paw. “No danger to you. I promise. No danger to me either, really it's not worth my time but sometimes everyone else is too incompetant and need a little help. I will be back before dawn. I'm sorry that I can't really explain it...”

Cass opened his mouth to push for more, but Roan leaned down and kissed him, deep and possessive, tasting of salt and promise.

“Stay here. Lock the door if it makes you feel better, but nothing is going on seriously. I will text when I am on my way back.”

Then the wolf was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

Cass sat alone in the rumpled bed, heart pounding, staring at the empty drawer. What the fuck was pack business?

In his moment of clarity after nutting, he wondered what he was getting himself into. Roan was pretending to be a typical roommate? That's what anthros do? What is there some secret underground society doesn't know about? And that possessive alpha attitude... it's hot... but it's also not roleplay like Cass was telling himself it was. Roan said it was his true self, no longer hiding...

... what more is there to all this?

End of Chapter 2.

Thanks for the kudos/comments on Chapter 1! Things are heating up… and getting complicated. More pack secrets and wilder rides ahead.