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A full moon hung suspended over the canopy of the forest. The underbrush was alive with the chirps of insects. Grant could feel the dampness of the ground beneath his bare feet. He listed to the whispers of the wet leaves as he stepped upon them at the edge of the woods.

The smell of the forest filled his nostrils. He was invigorated. He felt as though his mind was aflame with excitement, his neurons firing almost uncontrollably in response to the world around him. Cold silver tendrils seemed to spread through his veins. It pumped from his heart and spread through his smooth chest, then through his lightly haired arms and legs, fingers and toes. He brought his right arm up to his face and noticed the sheen of sweat in the glinting moonlight. It was as if he had run a mile flat out on a humid summer's day.

He dropped his arm as a low grow began to form itself in the bottom of his throat. His diaphragm shuttered as he tried to suppress it. He could not resist and it escaped his throat, passed over his lips and echoed through the surrounding trees. In the distance he could hear a growl in return and the sound of movement in the undergrowth.

Without thinking, Grant bolted into the stand of trees on all fours. His hands clutched at the moss and dead foliage as he moved like an animal through the night. The air, saturated with moisture, filled his lungs as his naked body bounded along the forest floor. There was a new scent on the air. The scent of the other.

He ran for what felt like hours, his quarry always just a little bit quicker and at the edge of his vision. Sometimes he saw a gray blur among the trees, its almost silver color reflected the cool light of the moon. A longing began to grow in his gut and his loins came alive. The hunt aroused him and his manhood became engorged with blood.

He ran faster and faster until it felt as if his arms and legs would tear themselves apart. Just ahead he heard his quarry splashing through a rushing river. As he exited the trees he saw a gray wolf running up the river's opposite bank.

Grant barreled toward the water, but stopped as a giant black form leapt across the river and landed in his path. A new, eldritch scent assaulted his sense of smell. Grant whimpered as he saw the gray wolf calmly shake its fur dry of river water, the droplets seemed to stay suspended in the air like diamonds in the moonlight. It glanced back at him, eyes glowing in the dark and vanished from his sight.

The black beast, half man and half wolf, drew to its full height before him. It's eyes too were golden colored and glowed brilliantly in the darkness. Grant could only cower as it loosed a deafening howl into the starry ceiling of the sky.

Grant fell onto his back, present his bare stomach to the beast, feeling as if he were going to piss himself. The beast slowly got on all fours and lumbered toward him. It was massive, with short dark hair on its arms and legs. He could see its substantial nipples protruding from the lighter fur on its chest, they were stiff in the night air. Its fur grew longer around the shoulder and between its legs. Grant's gaze was transfixed on the pair of huge testicles between the beast's legs. Its scrotum was easily bigger than Grant's head. Then he began to salivate when he saw the long sheathed member above its ball sack. It looked to be longer than his hand and forearm, and its girth was bigger than his fist. He swore he could see a milky substance ooze from the tip of its shaft and fall into the dirt.

His mind was now filled with dread as the beast fell upon him. It smelled his bare foot, leaving a layer of saliva mixed with dirt. His foot cooled as the night air blew over it. The beast next moved its muzzle along Grant's inner thigh, his cock throbbing as the beast's nose brushed against his balls and the shaft of his comparatively tiny cock. His body became taut as it's tongue caressed his naked abdomen, beginning with the head of his shaft, moving along his treasure trail and past his abs, lingering on his small pink nipples. He yelped as it nipped at his left nipple and drew blood. The blood welled up and then ran down the side of his chest into the tuft of black hair in his armpit. His head began to swim as the full scent of the beast penetrated all his thoughts. His eyes rolled back as and he began to drool while pre-ejaculate flowed freely from his cock.

The beat's massive head was above him and it looked him in the eye with its fiery orbs and licked its chops, showing off its menacing canines. It took a firm hold of Grant's legs and moved its head down to his crotch while spreading his legs. He was helpless as its warm tongue slathered his balls, matting the hair there in the process. It ran its ample tongue down between his ass as it tasted him. Grant's eyes widened as he first heard, then saw, the beasts large red shaft emerge from its covering. It was wet and glistened in the moonlight. He began to whine and squirm. He wanted it inside him, but quailed at the thought of the pain. He futilely tried to crawl backward, but the vice-like grip on his thighs held him in place. Beyond the body of the beast, he could see that the gray wolf had returned. It licked its paws on the opposite bank and momentarily regarded him with was Grant thought was pity.

The beast let out a low growl that rumbled through Grant's body, starting with his balls which involuntarily pulled themselves close to his body, then it placed its member against his hole, seeking entry. Before long, his ass was sticky with a mixture of saliva, dirt, and milky white and yellow secretions. The beast fell over him, and placed one giant hand across Grant's chest. He felt his pulse pounding against the pressure as his back was pressed further into the dirt. The pain of entering increased. His hole felt like it was rimmed with fired. He wanted to cry out, but he could only take in quick, shallow breaths. His eyes began to water as his hole was stretched to its limits. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of discomfort, the beast thrust its cock deep inside of him. It was buried so deep that Grant through it would burst through his insides. He saw stars as his own cock began to shoot thick ropes of cum on his stomach and chest.

The beast growled again, this time it sounded like a cruel imitation of a laugh. It thrusted again and again until Grant lost all consciousness.