Ingor finds his mate- a story based on Breeding Season.
Imported from SF2 with no description.
This story is a result of my day dreams
This work is heavily based on the game "breeding season:" Some concepts and creatures come directly from the game. Full Credit goes to the game and its creators! *When reading this it might be better to think of it as an alternate timeline or something along those lines*
This story will feature both M/M and mild M/F content with a bit of emphasis on the M/M content. If this gets popular enough I may do a sequel. Tell me what you want to see in the sequel in the comments. I have some ideas of my own but I'm not sure what direction I'm going yet.
Darrick walked into town, a newfound confidence empowering every step. For years, Derrick had worked for the Neverde Farm, the most popular monster breeding farm in the area, mating monsters and selling their offspring. He had received measly pay and worked long hours, depleting his energy and experiencing a perpetual case of blue-balls. He was never allowed to mate with the monsters themselves, for fear of, as his foreman put it, "contaminating the stock". That didn't stop him from relieving himself of course, often times multiple times a day, but it is hard to be satisfied with your hand over the wet slap of a wolfir mercilessly pounding into a cat girl or an anthro stallion's loud whines as it empties itself into the nearest ass.
Finally, he would own his own farm. He had saved every penny, spending only the minimum for the last five years. His clothes reflected his spending habit. He was adorned in his "good" clothes- that is, the only set of clothes he had that weren't completely ruined from years of hard work, dirt, and cum. Still, Derek looked a mess. His once white shirt was tinted a shade gray and his "good" jeans were faded and torn at the knee.
The first thing Derrick always noticed about the breeding district was the smell. It smelled of fresh sweat and cum. Somehow, the smell never deteriorated or smelled rotten, despite the various "activities" ever-present throughout the entire district. As Derrick walked over the cobbled path, he couldn't help but ponder the lascivious history the walls of this district contained. Generations of breeders have walked, bought, and fucked their way through and around the breeding district. Monsters were a valuable commodity, and though society generally looked down upon the keeping of monsters for "uses", it was hard to find anyone who had not experienced the pleasures monsters had to offer. The monsters came from Chaos, after all- the more society repressed their urges, the faster monsters bred. Before he knew it, Derrek arrived at the breeding shop. He glanced up at the worn signage before walking through the wooden double doors.
As he walked into the breeding shop, Darrick was met by the familiar figure of Bradley sitting behind his paper-strewn desk.. Bradley was a slender man with deep blue eyes, round glasses, and a ragged clump of red hair. He was completely drawn into whatever work he was doing, hunched over and staring at a pile of papers. He was not so skinny as to appear "feminine", but compared to Derek's moderate size and body toned from hard labor. Derek wouldn't say Bradley was a friend, but he was always friendly to him during his weekly monster pick-ups, even when others in the town were not so kind.
The breeding shop was mostly made of wood, with the occasional lamp mounted on the walls or sitting on various tables. Besides the entrance, there were two doors- one leading to a supposed office area and another leading to the various cages where monsters were kept. There were various wooden chair messily strewn about, presumably for the comfort of potential clients, but Derrek had never seen anyone sit in one. Derrek took a deep breath and approached Bradley
"Derek! You're here early. Neverde's order won't be ready for a few days."
"Actually... I'm here to pick up for myself" Derek couldn't contain his smile
"ohohoh!" Bradley winked, "getting a little something for yourself?"
Derek's smile grew wider as he replied "Actually..., I'm here for two monsters. I just bought my own farm."
Bradley was visibly taken aback. "You what? On Neverde's salary?"
This deflated Darek a little, but his joy at this occasion could not be quelled. "Yep. Saved every penny. I'm here for a wolfir and a cat girl."
Wolfir and cat girls were the de-facto "beginner" monsters. They were the cheapest and easiest to manage. Wolfir sport a high level of strength and stamina suitable for breeding and cat girls' innate charm makes it easy to motivate other monsters to perform.
Bradley's expression changed from one of surprise to sporting a smile of his own. "Derek.. that's amazing!" He rubbed his head. "But... right now, my stock is a little dry."
"How little? I'm not going to be too picky here. Just need a male and a female that... aren't sick or something." Derek gingerly rubbed the 600 gold pieces in his pocket, hoping he wouldn't have to empty out on his first purchase.
"hmm...How much gold do you have?"
"I have.. 600 gold."
It was obvious Bradley wanted to flinch, but politeness stopped him midway through. 600g was not a lot, barely enough to purchase two very low-level monsters. "Most of what I have is on the high end, but... hold on. Let me..." Bradley cut his sentence off partway through, disappearing through the double doors behind him.
Derek began to nervously shift from one foot to another, a habit he had when stressed or embarrassed. A few minutes passed and Derek began to consider coming back another time. Just then, Bradley burst through office door with enough force to make Derek jump. Bradley looked at Derek and waved him closer.
Bradley pushed a pair of papers towards Derek.
"These are the monsters we can offer you for 600. The catgirl is in good condition but the Wolfir has a few...issues."
"Issues? Is he sick?"
"You know we don't sell sick monsters here! He just has some... behavioral problems."
"Like... He won't perform?"
"No, he performs. He just... escapes."
"Escapes?"
"Noone has been able to keep him in a pen. He always gets out. He's also very touchy."
"Touchy?"
Bradley sighed. "You'll see if you buy him. It's not a big deal."
First Derek looked at the Cat girl's papers. Everything checked out- she had high stats than what was normal for a starting monster, but not so much that 300 gold was unreasonable- Derek figured that Bradley was giving him a good deal.
Derek looked up at Bradley. "Thanks... this is some great stock."
Bradley grimaced "Don't thank me yet. You have to buy both if you want her."
Derek looked at the paper for the wolfir and his eyes grew wide. This wolfir was easily worth a couple thousand. It had above average stamina and strength. Monsters were graded on their various stats from 1 to 10. Most breeders started with monsters with all 1 or 2 stats... this wolfir, apparently named Ingor, had an 8 in stamina and strength and a 5 or above in every other statistic. This monster was easily worth a couple thousand. The wolfir also had many other interesting descriptions:
_Very Nurturing. Protective of other monsters and handlers. Very high stamina and reproduction rate. _
Do not sell. Behavioral issues including unwanted physical contact and constant escape from pen. Requires behavioral training.
Derek paused and thought for a moment.
What do they mean physical contact? If its a monster it has to be something perverted, right?
Derek considered this and decided he could deal with a handsy monster. He had experienced much worse at Neverde- he had once been kicked by an anthro stallion for getting to close while it was balls deep in a harpy.
What about escaping? He won't disappear right after I buy him right? Then how do they have him after a year?... Bradley wouldn't sell me stock that's just going to disappear right?
After a few more moments of consideration, Derek decided he had to take what was offered to him. Two monsters of this quality were quite literally a steal- even if he got one offspring from the pair, with stats like theirs, he could easily make more than what he paid.
"I'll take them."
Bradley paused for a second. "Are you sure? This wolfir has high stats but he's a handful. Really."
Derek was going to ask more, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. As long as the wolfir didn't literally tear up his farm, he could easily turn a profit.
"This is too good to pass up. All I need is one offspring from these two and I'll be set." Derek nervously shifted. "Also, thanks. The cat girl alone is worth 600."
"Okay. But don't thank me yet."
Bradley turned around and grabbed another set of papers. Derek was familiar with the process of buying monsters from his time at Neverde. No refunds, no responsibility for damages, yadda yadda. He signed the paper and pulled out his meager sack of gold.
"That'll be 550 gold please."
"550? You said it'd be 600."
Bradley politely smiled at him. "I noticed your apparel is a bit... lacking. Business owners should be more presentable."
"I... you're already giving me such a good deal. I can't accept this."
"Just remember me when you want to buy more monsters, alright? And when you make it big, I want to be the first person you buy monsters off of!"
Derrek chuckled to himself and agreed. "I don't know if I'll ever make it big but... I'll definitely remember this. Thank you."
After the exchange of gold, Bradley disappeared into the back to retrieve the monsters. He arrived twenty minutes later, with Ingor on a leash, the beast lumbering a few strides behind him. Ingor was relatively large for a wolfir, towering at around eight feet tall. He was a blueish-black color, with a ligher blueish-gray belly. He had a hefty pair of balls that swung between his legs as he walked and a fittingly plump sheath. He had kind blue eyes that betrayed his monstrous nature and fittingly kind face. It seemed odd to describe a monster as "kind" but there wasn't another way to describe it- his demeanor displayed an intelligence which betrayed his appearance. Ingor's tongue hung to the side which gave him a demeanor close to a dog- he was wagging his tail and appeared to be enjoying his "walk".
"Sylvia, the catgirl will be ready tomorrow. You can pick her up tomorrow or we can deliver her for a small fee. When you take Ingor home, rememb-"
Bradley was caught off by Ingor's hand reaching up and patting Bradley's red hair. Bradley appeared taken off guard for a second before lightly smacking Ignor's hand away.
"Ingor, stop. Anyways, when you get home-"
He was again interrupted by Ingor's hand on his head. Ingor began patting and scratching Bradly's head, seemingly careful not to accidentally scratch his scalp. The wolf monster's tail began happily swinging as he continued to thoroughly "pet" Bradley's hair."
Bradley sighed again, seemingly resigned to his fate.
"See? Touchy. Not a big deal, but it gets annoying. Anyways, make sure you double check your locks at night. Like I said, Ingor here tends to escape. He probably won't run away but... I'd hate for you to lose your first monster on your first day. Be careful."
"I will. Thanks again."
Bradley handed Derek Ingor's harness and they said their farewells. There was a bit of difficulty getting Ingor to leave. It was obvious Ingor didn't wan't to leave his home and he began whining and pulling back on the leash. This was again strange for a monster- they didn't tend to have any kind of attachments to their owners other than sexual. It wasn't unheard of, but it was exceptionally rare. Eventually though, Derek managed to coax Ingor outside. As they made their way through town, Ingor walked closer and closer to Derek. By the time they reached the front gate, Ingor was sneaking a few touches of Derek's back. They almost appeared accidental at first but by the time they reached the front of the farm, Ingor had his hand on Derek's shoulder. Touchy, Indeed, Derek though.
Derek took Ingor to the wolfir pens and lead him inside. Ingor obediently walked in and stood in the center of the pen, scanning his surroundings. Derek removed the leash, looked straight at Ingor and said "Stay." Most monsters were trained with basic commands before they were sold- things like stay, leave it, and come... that one could get a bit confusing.
Derek double checked the lock after he closed the door. It was locked alright- the only way Ignor was going to get through the steel cage is if he could pick the lock itself.
Not losing you on the first day, Derek thought.
Derek almost walked away but had a thought. He had never been able to mate with the monsters at his old job. After all, breeding the monsters yourself was half the fun of the job- and was necessary to make them stronger. The more monsters satisfy each others and human's desires, the stronger they become- this is a basic tenant of monster breeding and is one of the main reasons the profession was looked down upon by society. A "strong" monster could greatly satisfy their partner and make their partners stronger in turn- humans as well. This phenomenon was not greatly understood, though many prude nutjobs would say the monster is "infecting" humans, and making them more prone to acts of lasciviousness. This was not completely false. After all, it was not uncommon for an experienced breeder to be able to take an entire stallion- it just took months of practice.
Derek could hardly finish the thought without groping himself. After all this monster was now his property- he could do with it what he pleased. It might, however, be a bad idea to fuck Ingor on his first day. As much as he would like to bend the wolf over and fuck him silly, he wasn't sure if the wolf would even be compliant- after all, he had just arrived that day and Derek wasn't even sure the wolf trusted him yet.
Well what If I... Derek didn't even finish the thought before realizing it was a bad idea. He was usually a top and didn't have much experience with anal. One look at Ingor's hefty sheath was all it took. As much as he would like to have fun with his wolf, he would need to wait. That wouldn't stop him from having some fun of his own, however.
Derek pulled down his zipper and let his cock, already semi-hard from groping, to breathe. Derek had an adequate six inches with a hearty thickness. He began slowly stroking from the base up, the skin tightening as he got harder and harder. Ingor took notice of this and turned to watch Derek, his head turning sideways inquisitively. Ingor's sheath began to plumpen and moments later the creature began to rub itself, a red tip emerging from its sheath. This only egged Derek on- if he had been caught doing this at his old place of work, he would've been fired. Now, this was his farm. His wolfir.
As the pace continued, Derek could feel himself getting closer. Ingor found a tree to lean against and was rubbing himself, keeping pace with Derek. Derek began edging- as soon as he felt the orgasm coming on he would stop and stare at Ingor, who increased his pace in kind. By now, Ingor's dick was fully erect, a massive 11 inches, 13 including the knot. Just as Derek was about to finish, Ingor sat down and leaned forward. It began licking it's own cock, strands of spit and pre stringing to his tongue. Derek could hardly contain himself. He squeezed his cock with newfound vigor, ferociously rubbing and squeezing. A few moments later, Derek nutted, spraying the grass with a a few large dollops of semen. Ingor began full-on sucking his own dick, occasionally looking up to make sure Derek was still watching. Derek found he couldn't look away. The beast sucked with primal vigor, the loud smack of flesh on fluids rining through the air. After many moments and an increased effort by Ingor, Ingor exploded, filling his own mouth with sprays of semen. Semen began falling out of the sides of his canine mouth and eventually the load became too much for the beast to swallow. He released his cock, covering himself, the tree, and the grass with ropes of cum. Ingor splayed out, obviously exhausted.
Derek smirked and turned back to his new house. Well, this is going to be fun.
After Derek cleaned himself up, he stripped and laid in bed. He was exhausted and excited at the same time. A new life, my own business, and a sexy as fuck monster to start out with. he thought. Life cannot get better.
Derek fell asleep imagining the types of fun he and his monsters would be having. He imagined himself balls deep in a cat girl. He imagined eating out an anthro stallion's ass until it came, ropes of cum covering the floor. Finally, he imagined Ignor. The giant wolf greedily slurping his own cock, fluids spraying in all directions.
Derek stared, becoming more and more entinced. He started walking towards the monster. He could smell the earthy smell of wolfir and the unmistakable scent of fresh cum as he- Wait. He could smell Ingor?
Derrek woke up, the unmistakable smell of monster cum invading his nose. Still laying down, he reached over for the lamp and flicked it on. Scanning the room, he found nothing.
Duh, he thought, How would Ingor get in here? Hes locked away in his cage, it was just a stupid dr-"
Just then, his room door swung open. Ingor stood there, panting with his tongue lulled to the side. The wolf appeared to be almost smirking as he stared into his new owner with his piercing blue eyes. The wolf was semi-erect, red tip just beginning to emerge from his plump sheath. Derek stared back, unsure whether to be confused, scared, angry, or turned on. He decided on confused- very, very confused. In all of his time as a rancher, he had never seen behavior like this. This was almost...intelligent.
"Dude, you're not sleeping in here tonight. You'd take up the entire bed." Derek mused, slightly chuckling at the though of the 300lb wolf trying to cuddle with him in bed. Ingor looked at him and turned his head sideways.
"Let's get you back in your cage... and I'm gonna go back to sleep."
Derek grabbed Ingor by the hand, who obediently followed him back to the cage. Derek didn't bother putting clothes on- it was a warm summer night and his nearest neighbor was two miles away. He brought Ingor to the center of the pen then walked back to the entrance to inspect the lock.
It was almost as if the lock had been picked. Dismissing the notion that the beast had picked the lock himself, Derek figured there must be thieves around. Derek imaged Ingor blindly following a would-be thief, tongue hanging out as he began to pet the thief's hair.
Yup, he sighed, that's how it would happen.
He briefly considered putting Ingor in his newly-built catgirl pen but quickly dismissed that notion. Ingor was already known to escape and the catgirl pen wasn't built to withstand a 300 pound wolf monster. Ingor could easily flatten the pen. There was only one place Ingor could stay without Derek spending the night in the wolfir's humid pen. His home.
Ingor could destroy his home as well, but at least he could keep an eye on him. Ingor seemed obedient enough, at least while under supervision. He looked at Ingor.
"Come."
Ingor's head again cocked sideways in confusion. Derek pointed towards the house and Ingor's ears perked up, tail wagging as he began walking towards the house ahead of Derek.
Guess I don't need a leash, Derek thought as he jogged behind the silly wolf, barely managing to keep pace with the monster's gait.
Derek couldn't sleep. He had a problem. He was horny. So, so horny. In fact, he couldn't remember a time being more aroused than right now. His erection physically hurt and no matter how much he touched himself, it wasn't enough.
Ingor was laying down on the floor next to Derek's bed, one arm reached up grasping the human's thigh. Even while sleeping, the wolfir insisted on some form of physical contact. The wolf was laying flat on his back, sound asleep. It didn't help that the wolf was fully erect, his cock nestled on his muscular navel. As he touched himself, Derek would occasionally reach down and pet the wolf. Even in his sleep, the wolf's tail would give a half-hearted wag and his cock would twitch.
Eventually Derek couldn't take it anymore. Just a touch, _he thought, _just a touch and I'll be able to cum.
Derek slid awkwardly in the space between his bed and the wolf. There was barely enough space for him- just enough room to get on his knees with his back touching the bed. He began to feel up the wolf. He rubbed up and down every muscle, every valley he could get his hands on. The wolf was like a hunk of concrete, muscles toned and defined. He rubbed along the wolf's soft grayish-blue belly, feeling the impossibly sculpted abs behind a healthy layer of fluff and fat. He leaned over began to pet the wolf's ears, his cock gently rubbing on his wolf's soft belly. Finally, he explored the wolf's snout. He put his hand over the wolfs mouth, feeling the sharp canines. He slowly put his hand in Ingor's mouth, being careful not to wake the wolf. He imagined what it would be like to put his hungry cock in there, face-fucking the beast until he could finally release. Or any body part really. At that thought, he couldn't help but let out a load moan.
Ingor woke up with the human's hand in his mouth. He looked disoriented for a moment, but quickly locked his eyes with Derek's. Pure and unbridled lust filled Derek's eyes as he pulled his hand out of the wolf's mouth and leaned forward. The wolf put both of his muscular arms around Derek and embraced him. The wolf held him gently and began licking Derek's face. His meaty tongue swapped saliva with Derek's human tongue, a messy emulation of a kiss. As Ingor held Derek tighter, his tongue began to invade the human's throat. Derek gagged a little at first, but quickly acclimated to the wolf's pace, simultaneously humping the wolf's muscular belly.
This is it, _Derek thought, _I'm finally going to fuck a monster.
He pushed himself away from Ingor's embrace and positioned himself between the monster's legs.
"Bend over." It came out as a command, not a request.. Ingor looked at him but didn't move.
"I said, bend over." Derek repeated. This was a basic command all monsters were taught. Why wasn't he listening?
The stronger that people repress their own desires, the more violently monsters attempt to fulfill them. The intrusive thought popped into his head. It was one of the first things he learned about monster breeding. It felt definitely came from his head, but didn't feel like _his _thought. Derek didn't think too hard about this- there were more pressing matters.
Is this really what you want? The thought said.
No
Well, then. What is it you REALLY want?
I....I want him to fuck me.
Derek wasted no time changing his pace. Instead of the beast's maw or ass, he had a new target. The beast's leaking cock. He looked up at Ingor. The beast looked smug of all things, his stupid tongue hanging out of his mouth. Ingor nodded.
Starting at the base, Derek licked up Ingor's wanting cock. He tasted salty pre-cum and the earthiness of wolfir. Derek wasted no time, assaulting all sides of the wolf's slab of meat. He savored every taste, swalling bits of precump when he could. Ingor began to thrust and, sensing Ingor's impatience, Derek leaned over and began suckling on the tip of Ingor's cock. Derek savored this for a moment then began bobbing his head, taking more and more with each motion.. Despite the tongue-lashing his throat had received earlier, this was an entirely different beast- the wolf was endowed in a way Derek had never before experienced. After a few minutes of sucking, Derek managed to fit five inches down his throat. As Derek continued to increase his pace, the wolf began to moan, a loud rumble coming from his chest.
I need more, the voice again echoed in his head.
On que, the wolf abrubtly pushed the human off and stood up. He towered over Derek, his head nearly touching the ceiling. Derek began to crawl back towards the wolf, intent on sucking his dick while he was standing. Ingor had other plans, however, and hoisted the human off his feet and effortlessly tossed him on the bed.
...The more violently monsters attempt to fulfill them..., the quote echoed in his head.
The monster grabbed the splayed human by his feet, nearly completely lifting him off the bed. Instead, he set the human down and bent his legs towards him, the wolf's cock hanging tauntingly in front of Derek's face. The beast leaned forward, his substantial weight pushing down the bed. He shoved his face into Derek's ass and began licking the human's taint. Derek responded in kind and stole stole licks of the beast's swollen knot and balls, the earthy and salty tastes assaulting his senses with a renewed euphoria. The beast's gentle licks didn't last long as he began mercilessly tongue-fucking Derek's asshole.
Derek moaned- it already felt like he was being fucked and the wolfir was only using his tongue. Drips of saliva began running down his body as the beast tongue-fucked him faster and faster. Derek moaned, his prostate being assaulted by the meaty tongue. Pressure built and built...until Derek exploded. covering his chest and his own face with generous heaps of cum. The beast paused for a second, looking down at the human. Derek could swear he was smirking- is that even possible?
Before Derek had time to consider this, the wolf again picked him up, roughly and forcefully changing his position. Darrek ended up on his bed with his ass in the air, his flaccid cock still dribbling cum. It was clear what was coming next.
"Okay, Ingor. I think I just need a second, I just came and-."
Ingor wasted no time. He positioned his sizable dick squarely on Derek's welcoming asshole. As ingor began to push, Derek realized any hope of a break was now gone. This proved to not be an issue- as Ingor began to push in, he could already fill his own dick refilling with blood. This would normally not be possible, but with monsters all bets were off the table
Ingor slowly overcame Derek's anal ring. For such a gentle beast, Ingor was being surprisingly forceful. By the time Ingor got an inch in, it already hurt- but the more Ingor pushed in, Derek noticed, the better it felt. Before long, Derek had slowly and painfully taken five inches of Ingor's cock. The beast paused and looked down at Darek. Darek looked, back straining his neck, and grimaced. He knew what was about to come.
It was then that Ingor began to thrust, each thrust squarely assaulting Derek's sensitive prostate. Ingor's cock was so large that every thrust hit the mark. Precum began flowing out of Ingor's cock, squeezing out onto the bed and providing extra lubricant for what was to come. Ingor began moaning and drooling, the occasional string of drool landing on Derek's back. With each thrust, Derek's tight ass claimed more of Ingor's cock. The experience felt like a fever dream to Derek- his senses were overwhelmed. The earthy scent of wolfir, salted with the smell of cum. The rabid beast's saliva dripping on his back. The feeling of emptiness, followed by a powerful wave of pleasure as Ingore's thrusts claimed more and more of his bowels.
Derek knew that this was it- nothing was going to stop Ingor from hilting him. Ingor may belong to Derek, but right now, in this room, none of that mattered. Derek knew that in this moment, he was nothing more than Ingor's bitch. A thing to be bred and used. It would only stop when Ingor had enough.
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Ingor began to thrust faster, impatiently. He needed to claim the human. To mark him. Make him his. Ingor leaned forward and grabbed the human around the chest, giving him a few more thrusts for good measure. He was almost all in now. Only a bit more to go. Still standing he picked the human under the arms, dick twitching and dumping copious amounts of precum into the human's bowels. The human's back was against Ingor's chest now as he allowed gravity to push the human further and further onto the wolf beast's dick. Ignar's dick quickly slid into Derek's ass, stopping at the knot. This elicited a loud moan from the human, who began to fruitlessly squirm in Ingar's grasp. Ingor squeezed the human tightly against his body and again began to thrust.
Faster and faster, ingor thrust in in out of the human. At one point the human came again and began to squirm, but it didn't matter. The human wanted to be Ingar's bitch. He wanted to belong to Ingar, and Ingar was going to make it so. Before long the human was hard again and ingor felt himself getting close. He increased the velocity of his thrusts, no longer paying any mind to the human's safety. He had taken most of Ingar's dick already and would be fine taking the rest. As Ingor drew closer and closer to his own climax, he began to nibble on the human's shoulder, careful not to draw blood. Both he and the human knew the knot was inevitable.
Ingar threw himself backwards on the bed while tightly hold Derek, which gave out with a loud crash. This did not deter the wolf, who began thrusting even harder, intent on knotting his human bitch. Derek was moaning louder than ever, begging Ingar for his knot. His wish would soon be granted, as thrust after thrust, the knot began to inch its way into the human's rear until eventually Ingar bottomed out. Ingar gave a few final thrusts. Cum flooded the humans bowels, falling out the sides of his ass with nowhere left to go. Ingar bit down on Derek's shoulder, drawing blood and finally claiming him as his bitch. Derek cried out in pain but the pain quickly ceded to pleasure. Ingar felt his essence reaching out to Derek, claiming him as his own. Ingar's orgasm lasted more than a minute flooding his human and covering the bed with the the wolfir's cum. Derek came as well, barely adding to what appeared to be a gallon of jizz already covering his bed.
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After a few moments of heavy panting, Ingar fell fast asleep. Derek laid there, a slab of meat stuck in his ass, him and his wolf both covered in cum and saliva. He reflected on what had just occurred. Did he really want to be claimed like that? He felt a ping of shame at the thought- he had always considered himself a top. A dominant one at that. He never imagined his first sexual experience with a monster to be like that. He always imagined a catgirl or an anthro stallion writing around his dick in pleasure- not the opposite.
Also, what was that voice? He had heard of intrusive thoughts before, but it was nothing like that. Did the voice say I need more?
He paused.
Was it Ingor?
At first he rejected the idea. The more he thought about it, however, it made sense. He felt a... different kind of connection there. Although he had never had sex with a monster before, he had seen plenty of it. Especially when Ingar bit him, it felt different somehow. It was if Ingar wasn't just claiming a bitch, but everything that Derek was. Before he could finish his train of thought, tiredness began to overtake his mind. He worried for a second he would be cold in the night, but the radiant warmth of the wolfir below him assured him he would sleep warmly all night
Darrek awoke sore all over. He had been sore many times before working hard days at the ranch, but it was nothing like this. It was if Ingar's dick had hollowed him from the inside. He had soreness in places he didnt know could be sore. Ingar's meat mountain had shrunk and receded to his sheath in the night, freeing Darrek to get up and move around. As he leaned forward however, a sharp pain radiated from his shoulder.
Right. Ingar bit him the night before. He tenderly touched his shoulder, which had already begun to scab up. Blood had caked and dried around the wound. It was much deeper than Darrek had realized the night before. Darrek cradled the wound with his hand, sliding off of his wolven lover and onto the floor. He would need to clean the wound later.
Darrek looked around the room. The bed was destroyed. The mattress and sheets were soaked in cum. Definitely ruined. The carpet was also covered in slobber and cum, but was possibly salvageable?
Derrek sighed. There goes the money that he was going to spend on new clothes. It would likely be more expensive, too. Funds he didn't have.
Derrek decided to let the wolfir sleep as he went and cleaned himself up. He showered, being extra gentle around his shoulder wound, wiping the crusty stickiness from the night before off of his body. Feeling refreshed, he put his clothes on from the night before and went to get Ingor out of his room. As he walked up the stairs, he was pondering what kind of method he would use to try and save his carpet. He had plenty of experience cleaning monster cum, but never on furniture or cloth- breeders were always very careful to keep monster cum off of anything valuable.
He swung open the door to see Ingar awake, already grooming himself from the night before. Ingor looked up at him and wagged his tail. Derek heard a voice in his head, clearer than the night before. This wasn't an intrusive thought, but a clear, defined voice. It was surprisingly deep and warm.
Hello, my mate. Did you sleep well?