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I'd almost given up hope, but finally, after all those days lost in the forest, I'd found it. There was no way I was wrong. In the middle of a forest clearing, the stone ruins of what at some point must've been the entrance to a holy temple. Nobody really knew who built it or for what purpose. It was intriguing, sure, but I could live without ever finding out.

I was there for one particular reason. To retrieve an ancient relic, rumored to cure the curse of lycanthropy. I had my doubts that such a powerful object even existed. After all, somebody would've found it after all this time? If it fell on good hands, it could prove invaluable in places were werewolf attacks were on the rise.

Unfortunately, mine weren't good hands. On my defense, they weren't bad, either. I just wanted that sweet, sweet gold that my employer promised to give me if I found the relic. What did she want it for? No idea. I had zero evidence to support my theory that she was a werewolf, but honestly, I didn't care. As long as she paid me, she could have eight thousand curses and I wouldn't care.

I walked towards the ruins. There were wolf-shaped carvings barely visible in the weathered stone walls. This had to be it. The entrance was mildly obstructed by debris, but it looked like someone had cleared a path big enough for a large human to go through. I frowned at the realization that there was probably nothing of value inside, if it was so easily accessible, but there was no point in turning back now.

Suddenly, a wolf howl pierced the silence, paralyzing me. It sounded far away, but it wasn't something I wanted to hear. Being mauled by wolves, or worse, werewolves, wasn't part of my plans. I looked at the sky. The sun shone high in the sky. I still had some hours to work before sunset… but most importantly, before the full moon rose.

Yeah, being alone in the forest during a full moon wasn't the best idea, but it wasn't like I planned it. I was lost for many days before I found the ruins, and luckily I did it just in time. I could set up a camp inside the ruins, block any entrance and wait until it was safe. Nobody lived around here anyway. Werewolves had normal lives the rest of the month after all, and I was days away from any human settlement.

I lit up a torch and entered the ruins. The place was a mess, but after some searching I found what looked to be a path underground. As I expected, the temple was bigger that what could be seen from the outside. I went downstairs and found myself in a corridor adorned with multiple wolf statues on each side. They were mostly broken, and even back in their day they must've been pretty crude, but they still had some charm. The first wolves were in a sitting position, but as I went on, they began standing on two legs. The last ones weren't even normal wolves, as they had human-like proportions. Whatever this temple was, it was definitely werewolf-related. Now to find that relic.

As I walked further into the temple, I could heard the unmistakable sound of running water. An underground stream, maybe? At the end of the corridor, I arrived at a wide room. The sound came from a fountain in the middle of the room. I approached it. Unlike the rest of the statues, the fountain was in a much better condition. It depicted a huge male werewolf carved in a white material that I didn't recognize. It had its arms raised towards the sky, in an imposing posture, which gave it the impression that it was howling. The water was coming in an arch from a fully erect canine penis, with a knot at the base. I chuckled at it. I mean, it wasn't the first time I saw a pissing statue, but come on, was the hard-on really necessary? Maybe it was supposed to be cumming. Regardless, that detail aside, it was a really beautiful statue, with an incredibly strong presence. It was at least three meters high, and even though it was just a statue, it was extremely realistic, its broad muscled chest exuding masculinity. I extended my hand towards the statue.

“Who are you?" a deep, rough voice suddenly said behind me, almost giving me a heart attack. I turned around to see the hulking silhouette of a male orc standing on the doorway that connected the room with the corridor where I came in. He wasn't carrying any light source, but I would've guessed by his sheer size that I should've heard him coming even over the sound of the fountain. I didn't, though, and I was left speechless as I watched him, not knowing what to do.

“Human, I asked you a question" he said. He didn't look angry, but based on my past experiences with orcs I knew that I should always expect them to have the worst possible temperament.

“My… my name is Landon…. I'm not from around here…" I said.

“What are you doing here?"

“I got lost… I was looking for shelter…"

He walked towards me and I gulped. He had a stern face that showed his tusks. Like most orcs, he had greenish skin, and he was showing lots of it. His clothes were pretty much rags, leaving his whole arms and a good part of his chest exposed. He was extremely muscular and much of his skin was covered in a thick black hair. His head was bald and he had a big, dense beard.

“Look… Landon…" he pronounced my name as if it was some filthy, unholy thing. “I know you're lying. You should leave this place right now."

I looked at him. Gods, he was scary as fuck, but also really hot. I had a thing for big, brutish guys. Human guys, at least, but I won't deny that I've found orcs attractive more than a few times. Why was I thinking that, anyway? Not the best moment!

“I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your place… but I really have nowhere else to go." That part was true, at least.

“This isn't my place," he said. “I've come here for a reason, and unless you've come for the same reason as me, these ruins aren't safe for you."

Safe? Was he… worried about my safety? Now that wasn't something I'd expect from an orc, even less from one that I've just met. “What do you mean?"

“There's a full moon tonight. It's dangerous."

“That's… that's why I'm here, actually." This guy didn't seem like he'd be easy to fool, so I decided to tell him at least part of the truth. “I heard there's… a cure…"

“Well, not a cure exactly, but it makes it more manageable," he said. “You seem to know about it. But I don't smell the curse on you."

“It's not for me. I need it for… someone else…"

“Well, that's unfortunate. You can't get it out of the temple. That someone must come here personally."

And just like that, my dreams of fortune shattered. Even if there was a cure, it was no use to me if it was bound to the temple. My employer wanted it in her hands. There was no way that I'd convince her to come to some lost ruins in the middle of a dangerous forest with only my word as evidence.

“How does it even work, though? Is it related to that statue?" I said pointing at the white werewolf fountain.

The orc nodded. “You drink it. Every full moon. It's not permanent, and it doesn't stop the transformation. But at least you don't turn into a killing machine."

Well, that was better than nothing. Maybe if I borrowed a sample and gave it to my employer she could identify it somehow. Even if it lost its effect, there had to be some kind of magic remnant. That way she'd know I was telling the truth, and maybe she'd feel generous enough to reward me, at least partially. I searched in my bag until I found my case of flasks. The orc obviously knew what I intended to do and put one of his huge hands on my shoulder.

“Don't you dare," he said firmly. “It's not only useless, but also forbidden. Only werewolves can touch it."

I cursed in silence, and looked at the statue. The stream of water flowing from the big white stone cock almost seemed to be mocking me. “Don't worry, I won't touch it," I said. “I'll just take a good look so I can describe it later."

“You can't just tell everybody about this. It must remain a secret to non-werewolves."

“I'll only tell one person, who happens to be a werewolf. Am I allowed to do that?"

The orc frowned, but nodded. “If you really have nowhere else to go, you can stay in the temple, but you must leave this room as soon as you're finished doing… whatever it is you're doing. I'll be watching you. Don't do anything stupid."

With that, he turned around, went to a corner of the room and started taking stuff out of his bag. He took a big piece of dried meat and started chewing on it. I continued studying the statue, while keeping an eye to the orc. After a while, he seemed more relaxed. He looked at my direction every once in a while, but I wouldn't get a better chance. I casually stood near the water steam, my back to the orc so he couldn't see what I was doing, and I firmly grasped the open flask that I'd hidden in my sleeve.

In the exact instant that the water touched the flask, I knew I'd fucked up.

The werewolf statue started shining with a blinding light and let out a deafening, thunderous sound.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO??!!" was the first thing I could hear once the sound stopped. The orc came to me and grabbed my hand, making me drop the flask, which fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. “I TOLD YOU YOU COULDN'T TOUCH IT!!"

“I'm sorry…" I said in the most pitiful, pathetic tone of voice imaginable.

I looked around. The fountain statue, while not blinding anymore, had an unnatural, silvery glow that illuminated the whole room. I looked at the door… to find a solid wall.

“You better be!" he yelled. “Fuck, this is my fault too, I shouldn't have trusted you."

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I kept saying like that could be any help, trying to contain my tears.

The orc grabbed his head and took a deep breath to calm himself. “Okay, it's alright. I'll be alright. You're the one who should be worried. You fuck up, you pay for it. I don't have to feel bad about it…" He was pretty much talking to himself.

“What's… going to happen?" I asked.

“We're trapped here until sunrise when the barrier disappears. It's a magical barrier, so nothing we can do will break it. We can only wait."

“But you-“

“Yeah, I'll transform. And you'll be here with me the whole night, because you stupidly locked the only way out."

“But… you won't hurt me, right? You said that's what it did. You only have to drink from the fountain and you'll keep your mind when you transform, right?"

“Where did you get that idea? I never said that. I'll be the same mindless beast that I always am when I transform."

“But you said-“

The orc put a hand on my shoulder again, silencing me just with the gesture. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath before talking. “Okay, I'm sorry. I wish it hadn't come to this, but it's too late now, and we're together in this whether we want it or not, so I guess it's time to cooperate," he said. “I'll explain. Werewolves are vicious beasts. It's part of the curse. We feel an unstoppable desire to kill and maim anything we see as a prey, especially humans. I mean, we're dangerous around orcs and other species too, but we feel… a particularly strong hatred towards humans. Like I said, nothing personal, it's just how it is."

I gulped. He talked about it so casually.

“Thankfully, some ancient people built this beauty here," he said gesturing to the silver statue. “I don't know the origin or how does it work, but I know that it does work. You drink from this fountain here, and that indescribable killing instinct turns into something else. It's like it redirects the curse to a different outlet. I bet you can guess what it is."

The orc's gaze was fixed on the source of the water, and I understood it immediately. Now the erect penis made more sense. “It… makes you horny?" I said already assuming the answer.

“Pretty much. I'm sorry, friend, I really am, but you're going to get fucked hard tonight,“ he said matter-of-factly. “But hey, look at the bright side, you'll probably survive."

“Probably…?"

“Werewolf sex can get pretty rough. Like I said, I won't be able to control it. If I were you, I'd just relax and let it happen. If I'm happy there's less of a chance that I'll hurt you."

“Okay… I'll try…"

“You seem pretty resigned about it."

“Not like I have any choice. Thanks, anyway. For caring… about my wellbeing, I guess."

“Well, you're a human, and a liar, but I don't like hurting people. It also helps that you're kinda cute."

I looked at the orc, surprised by the confession. A faint blush was visible under his green skin, and he was smiling. I wouldn't have thought I'd be his type. I knew sex between male orcs was extremely frequent, but they weren't known for liking humans. Or at least not in the kind of way where they'd call one “cute".

“I must say you're quite attractive too," I admitted. “Can I know your name?"

“Urkarg," he said, with a grin.

“Okay, Urkarg… I know I shouldn't have done what I did but… since we're stuck here… and you'll fuck me later anyway… I guess we could have some fun in the meantime?"

“Sounds like a good idea."

We were both smiling. Suddenly and unexpectedly, my dire situation got a lot more favorable. Urkarg lowered his face and before I understood what was happening, we were kissing. I'd never kissed an orc before, and the tusks felt funny. He was very dominant, but gentle. He held my head with one of his big hands while the other went down and groped my ass. He massaged my buttocks for a few seconds before getting his hand inside my pants and continue doing it against my bare skin.

“You have a nice ass," he said as he rubbed his middle finger through my crack. After a while, he brought that same finger to my mouth. He didn't have to say anything, I knew I had to suck it. I tasted my own ass as I slobbered all over his finger before he got into my pants again and stuck it inside my asshole. He wasn't fooling around.

I moaned as I felt his thick digit probing my prostate. He was obviously experienced in pleasuring other males. His free hand wasted no time and started undressing me. Soon enough I was fully naked and at his mercy. My cock was erect and leaking precum.

“Enough. Come here." He grabbed my hand and guided me to the corner of the room where he had his stuff. He'd put a crude wool blanket over the floor. A bed was too much to ask, apparently. “Get on all fours and spread your legs."

I obeyed, and felt him grab my ass. He lined up his cock against my asshole. I didn't even notice him getting naked, but there he was, in all his green-skinned glory. And a second later he was pushing his cock inside me.

“Holy shit!!!" I exclaimed. He was big. Really, really big. I've had big guys back there more than a few times, but Urkarg was the biggest for sure.

“Is my cock too much for you, little human?" he said, stopping the penetration. His voice seemed to be half-teasing, half-concern.

“Fuck no. Go on!"

“You better tell me if you're in pain. I don't want to hurt you."

“I can take it, trust me."

Urkarg laughed and kept pushing until I could feel his balls touching my ass. It did hurt a little bit, to be honest, but I knew it wouldn't last. And soon enough, he started humping. Slowly at first, but gaining more speed quickly.

“Just so you know, I'm bigger as a werewolf," he warned me. “And then there's the knot, too. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

I nodded. I'd never seen a transformed werewolf in person, but I'd seen dogs mating many times and the fountain statue gave me an idea of what to expect. “When you're transformed… are you conscious?" I asked.

“Somewhat. I've been a werewolf for many years, so I keep some vague idea of my identity and I can understand what's going on, but I still lose all control of my body. It's like it acts on its own, so… I won't be able to hold back."

“It's fair. It's my fault we're in this situation, after all," I admitted. “Who knows? I might even enjoy it."

“We'll see about that," he said as he leaned over me, covering my back with his hairy chest as he hugged me. He started fondling my pecs and playing with my nipples. “You have nice muscles for a human."

“Thanks…"

We both stayed silent for a while, outside of all our moans and grunts, of course. He started pummeling me harder and harder. Whatever pain I felt at the beginning had been completely replaced by pleasure, and I gasped in surprise as I felt his big hand grab my dick and start pumping it.

Soon Urkarg's grunts became louder, and he started thrusting even faster. He let out a brutal roar as he rammed in me and filled my rectum with cum. He pulled out with a wet sound and walked in front of me. He didn't have to say anything, it was obvious that he wanted me to clean his cock.

His cum had an intense earthy flavor. Very different from human semen, but not unpleasant. To my surprise, his dick was still fully erect, and remained like that even after I finished licking all of his cum. I looked up at him. He was smiling. He grabbed his cock and directed it to my mouth. I opened, and he shoved it inside in one go. He held my head as he started face-fucking me roughly. Wow, this guy had stamina. I wasn't without merit, either, as I managed to deepthroat the huge orc dick without any problem. I'm just really good at sucking cock.

He suddenly stopped and removed his cock. I licked my lips as I relished the taste of his precum and watched him as he went to my backside again. He inserted his dick unceremoniously, entering with no resistance thanks to all my saliva and the cum from his previous load. A few more thrusts, and he was cumming again. Unlike the first time, he kept his dick inside. Amazingly, it was still hard.

“Do you ever get soft?" I asked, perplexed.

“After the fourth or fifth time, usually," he said. “Why? Are you tired already?"

“No! I'm just… surprised. Are all orcs like that?"

“Not all, but it's not uncommon. Most can cum at least two or three times with a single erection. But if you need to rest-“

“No! I haven't even come once!"

“We'll have to do something about that, then," he said grabbing my cock again and masturbating me as he starting thrusting in my ass again.

I didn't last long after that. My whole body twitched in pleasure as I felt my orgasm and came in my hand, and seconds later he was cumming in my ass a third time.

“Wow…" was all I managed to say.

“Let's rest a little," he said as he pulled out his cock and sat down on the makeshift bed. I could see he wasn't lying, as he was still hard. Urkarg didn't even look fazed, while I was already out of breath after my first orgasm. I sat down beside him, and he hugged me. For such a big and burly guy, he was really sweet. I rested my head on his hairy pecs, and he caressed my back.

“You smell nice," I said, leaning towards his armpit and taking a deep sniff of his manly, musky essence.

“Careful, you might get addicted," he said with a playful grin.

I laughed, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to his words. I felt extremely comfortable with my nose buried in his smelly armpit. His arm wandered from my back to my buttocks again, and soon I felt once more the familiar sensation of his finger entering my asshole. It went in with no problem, my ass well lubricated after receiving three loads of orc cum. I moaned, and it wasn't much longer until my dick was hard again. By the looks of it, Urkarg's never got soft in the first place.

“So… ready for more?" he asked while he pressed against my prostate, making me moan again.

“Fuck yes."

I lost the count after the fifth time he came in me. He wasn't lying when he said he got soft after a while, but he was hard again so soon that it was pretty much irrelevant. My ass was sore after all that, but it was totally worth it.

“Regardless of what happens next," I said during one of our breaks, “I'm glad that we could spend this time together."

“Don't speak too soon," he said, absentmindedly rubbing his semierect cock. “I mean, I too have really enjoyed it so far… but things will get pretty rough when I transform. Oh, by the way, I still have something to do."

Urkarg approached the glowing werewolf statue and stood next to it. He leaned so his face was next to the stone penis, and stuck out his tongue. He looked back at me sensually while he licked around the tip before getting it all inside his mouth. He fondled the statue's backside while he drank. I couldn't help but think that the statue was pretty lucky to be getting such a passionate blowjob from the orc. I almost felt a little jealous.

“All right!" he said after drinking a good amount and returning next to me. “Now all we have to do is wait. Or we could fuck some more. Only if you want, of course."

“Sounds good to me. Just let me… catch my breath…"

“Heh, poor little human."

And we fucked even more. I couldn't sit down after that. It felt weird not having the orc's cock inside my hole, but the huge volume of cum in my rectum meant he was very present anyway. I had a few more orgasms of my own, but nothing compared to Urkarg. He was just a sex machine. But he was also really sweet and considerate. To my surprise, he was a big cuddler. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, especially since it meant more chances for me to sniff his armpits. I also smelled his balls, his asshole, and even his feet. Every part of him smelled so good, but his pits were something else. Maybe I really was getting addicted.

“It's almost time," he said, after a while. “Good luck, Landon. I hope I don't hurt you too much."

I nodded in silence. He didn't made any move to fuck me again, so I assumed that we'd really ran out of time. We just stayed there, lying together on the wool blanket, slowly caressing each other. And then his body got suddenly tense, and he grimaced uncomfortably. He didn't look to be in much pain, but it didn't look pleasant either.

He got up and walked a few steps away from me. He clutched his head and groaned as I saw his muscles starting to swell. He was getting even bigger. Everything was happening at pretty much the same time. His hands and feet started turning into huge, deadly claws. His face was elongating and taking the form of a lupine snout. His already hairy body was getting even hairier as thick black fur grew everywhere, covering his green skin. A tail erupted from above his ass. I just kept watching in awe at his transformation until he announced its completion with a loud, wild howl.

Urkarg turned around. I was left speechless at the imposing presence of his wolf form. He was huge, just huge. I'd never seen a creature with bigger muscles in all my life. He was showing his teeth and growling. Big, scary teeth. His tusks from his orc form were still noticeable. I shivered. What if the water didn't work? What if he lied to me? Well, not like I had any other choice but to stand there and watch as he approached.

That's when I noticed his cock. His huge, erect, red wolf cock. With its knot fully formed and already leaking precum, and two massive hairy balls hanging beneath. His intentions were absolutely clear now. I didn't know what to think. On one hand, it was a relief to know that he probably didn't plan to shred me to pieces. On the other hand… gods, he was enormous.

I didn't have time to think anything else as he turned me around and sniffed at my cum-soaked asshole. He must've liked what he found, because a second later he was slurping at my ass and tasting his own cum. I wondered if he realized it was his cum. He didn't seem to care either way. He stopped licking and mounted me.

He started humping immediately. He wasn't even inside, but at the third or fourth thrust he managed to find his target, and pushed. I screamed.

“FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!"

The wolf didn't even seem to notice. Once he was where he wanted to be, his whole body focused on fucking me hard. I was in pain. Not even all the lube and preparation was enough. I felt like he'd rip me apart.

After a while, I started getting into it. Yes, he was big, and rough, and brutal, but also extremely sexy, and there was something about his untamed savagery that turned me on immensely. After the pain started to subside, I began to enjoy the wild fucking.

“Good boy," I said, mostly to amuse myself, because he didn't seem to understand spoken language. Or he didn't care. He just kept fucking my ass.

Just when I thought I was getting used to being fucked by the huge werewolf, he shoved his knot inside me.

“HOLY SHIIIIIIIIT!!!!!"

No warning or anything. He just plunged it inside in one thrust and made me cry in pain.

“Stop!!!! Bad boy! Bad boy!" I cried, but it was no use.

Oh well, I had it coming, after all. I just had to endure it a little longer. He was getting close, I could feel it.

“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he howled. He howled and the whole temple trembled with his howl. He held my waist firmly as he thrusted hard one last time and he came inside my asshole. He kept howling.

Urkarg's orgasms were already spectacular enough while he was an orc, but his wolf form took it to another level. I felt my rectum being filled to the limit by werewolf semen. His fat knot acted as a plug and prevented anything from escaping. It was hard to believe, but he kept cumming. I don't know how long it lasted, but for a moment I thought it'd never end.

It did end, though. We stayed like that for some minutes. I could hardly breathe, while he was curiously calm. I thought he was waiting until he got soft so he could pull out. But he never did. After a while, he just started humping again. I braced myself for a long, long night.

He fucked me hard, harder than I'd ever been fucked. And he fucked me again, again and again.

“Are you happy now?" I asked when his dick finally got flaccid after cumming who knows how many times. Of course, he didn't answer. He just removed his cock with one swift motion, leaving my sore ass leaking an obscene amount of cum. I didn't move and just stayed there panting in the middle of a pool of semen. Some of it was actually mine. I barely registered my own orgasms, but I certainly had a few. To be honest, it was a miracle that I was still conscious.

A sudden stream of a hot liquid drove me away from my thoughts. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. I turned around to see that he was, in fact, pissing on me. I tried to walk away from the stream, but I was met with an angry snarl.

“Okay, okay! I'll stay!"

I stayed put as he continued marking me. He made sure that I was completely soaked by his urine. The smell was extremely strong, but to my surprise, I didn't dislike it. In a way, it felt… right. I felt the last drops fall on my back and he let out a pleased grunt.

That must be it, I thought. Surely he'd have had enough. But the next thing I felt were his claws grabbing my hips and the tip of his cock rubbing against my abused asshole. I clenched my teeth and prepared for yet another plowing session. The penetration didn't hurt at that point. It could almost be said that I was used to it. And as much as I wanted to enjoy it, I was very, very tired. It wasn't long before I passed out.

When I woke up, I noticed I was being embraced by Urkarg, who had returned to his orc form and was sleeping soundly. We were lying on the wool blanket. I reeked of werewolf sex, and my ass was numb. But despite everything, I felt good. I felt safe, and happy. I nuzzled against the orc's armpits and drowned myself in his addictive smell. I smiled.

Maybe I didn't find the cure for lycantropy, and I'd certainly miss having the gold I was promised. But what I did find was surely a pleasant surprise.