TRESPASSERS WILL BE VIOLATED!!! He stops and, lifting his muzzle, smells the light breeze. Pointed gray ears swivel as he strives to analyze every sound. Piercing blue eyes take in each bent twig, every depression in the forest loam, every hair caught in a piece of bark. Satisfied, he moves on, seeking the one who dares to invade his territory. The audacity of whoever it is! After all, isn't he careful to mark his borders at least once a week? Hasn't he made it clear that he neither seeks company nor welcomes it? These thoughts and similar ones ramble through the wolf's head as he pads silently through his domain, drawing ever closer to the interloper, growing ever angrier. He pauses by the base of a huge oak and snorts when he sees that several mushrooms have recently been plucked from the moist soil. The trespasser is also a poacher...and a damn fool! Taking mushrooms when so much fine red meat lives in the woods. He stops, one paw raised in mid-step, both ears points forwards. Up ahead he hears the sounds of rustling and unwary pawsteps. His ears lay flat against his skull, his tail raises high and bristles as he stalks towards the small clearing, a snarl rising slowly from deep in his chest. Boughs part silently before him and, finally, his quarry becomes clear. On the far side of the clearing squats a wolf. A young male! As he has known by the scent. Still, having the enormity of this trespass confirmed serves to make him even angrier. He carefully gauges his opponent, noting not only his appearance, but every nuance of how he sits, walks, and moves. He sees a russet male, dark brown back fading slowly to cream under his belly and tail. He is not bulky, but appears powerfully muscled, with paws that do not seem out of proportion with the rest of him. Young then, but mature, a male just reaching the peak of his physical prowess. Or, as the older gray wolf prefers to think of it, "young, dumb, and full of cum". The youngster moves with obvious care, yet makes far too much noise. A town wolf then, never trained in his true birthright. His ears are perked, but almost still, his muzzle raises not at all. Then he is unaware of his stalker's presence. As the young wolf stands and walks to another tree, the old gray sees the basket he is carrying and smells the mingled scents of mushrooms and herbs. He notes that the youngster's sheath is even lighter than the cream of his belly and how his balls swing loosely in their sac between his legs. This last is the sign he has been waiting for. A clever wolf might fake inattentiveness. Might control ears and nose, pretending to be unaware of a pursuer. But no wolf expecting the possibility of combat can keep his ballsac from scrunching up tightly as if to ensure that it is out of the way. Head held low, the old wolf lunges into the clearing, quickly closing most of the gap between him and his quarry and leaps the last 8 feet. The youngster finally senses something amiss and turns just as a snarling gray comet full of sharp teeth and raking claws slams into him. The old gray snaps at the creamy throat before him but misses. His nails rake through soft brown fur, scraping seeping wounds down the sides of his young opponent. His blue eyes tinge with red as he strives to force the insolent pup onto his back where he will either submit or die. He feels strong muscles bunch as the pup tries to resist the unexpected lunging assault against him. He watches for the tell-tail bunching of the legs and waits for the pup's counter-lunge. When it comes, he is ready. He slips to the side and snaps at the youngster's head as the pup over balances and falls forward. He comes away with a piece of the youngster's ear in his muzzle. Tam Rell yips loudly as he feels a hunk of his sensitive ear torn away. The scent of his own blood fills his head and he feels a hot wetness running down his neck and shoulder. He has never been so scared in his life. This other wolf has come out of nowhere and seems intent on killing him. Even as the blood begins to flow, he notes that the other wolf, indeed everything, seems to be slowing down around him. He sees clearly every individual leaf on each tree and bush surrounding the clearing, suddenly is able to smell as he never has before, noting even that his opponent has eaten a squirrel about a day ago. His chest fills with air and a buzzing fills his blood, making him tingle all over. He feels a rumbling rise up from his chest as his lips pull back from sharp canines and he swings to face who he finally realizes must be Grrath. No longer feeling the burn in his mangled ear he faces the older gray male. He notes the impressive array of battle scars adorning the grizzled muzzle before him. He tries to remember all he knows of this apparently crazed wolf. He knows that Grrath had once been an alpha in a pack far to the east. He knows that when he was finally displaced by a younger male he had come here to settle. He knows the stories that tell of his hatred for all other people, but has always assumed they are just stories. Like tales of the pink, hairless, two-leggers used to frighten pups into obedience. Then the time for thinking is gone as the gray blur once again leaps for his throat. Grrath stares at his opponent, bleeding profusely from a torn ear even as he spits out the missing piece of it. The pup is a little younger than he had estimated at first. Sexually mature, but not yet at his full growth. He smells the fear and surprise radiating from his victim. Not a challenge of his territory then, just youthful ignorance. He notes the pup's dilating pupils and flaring nostrils and gives a satisfied whurfff! as he recognizes the onset of battle awareness. Good! This fight may provide a bit of a challenge after all. He is still confident. He has lived too long and learned too many tricks to be taken by a pup in his first fight. He waits for the youngling to recover a bit and hurtles himself towards him once again. Tam does not think as he rises up and drives his shoulder into the old gray's chest, smearing blood across the side of his head. He twists to avoid the snapping jaws and takes the raking claws on the thicker fur of his haunch as he darts his muzzle forward and feels canines graze and almost grab the foam flecked muzzle of his attacker. Instinctively, his body seems to move of its own accord, assuming whatever position is necessary to keep his throat from his opponent's slavering jaws. He fights a defensive battle but still finds occasion for attacks of his own and feels gray fur coating his tongue while the scent of another's blood mingles with his own. At one point, he feels the older male pounce on his back and twists away as jaws clamp where his neck was a moment before. Grrath chuckles as he realizes that he actually feels happy, feels alive for the first time in ages. He does not mind the blood trickling from twin gashes on his muzzle, in fact, he respects the pup's ability to land that attack. He is quick and, now that battle awareness has replaced panic, he is giving a quite satisfactory performance. Grrath leaps onto the brown wolf's back and tries to clamp his jaws on the neck before him. As the youngster spins away, he feels his sheath gliding through the rich fur under him and his paws gripping tightly around the pup's waist remind him of other times, other kinds of battle. He feels a stirring in his groin that has no place in a fight. He decides to end things and comes in low... Tam braces himself as the gray comes at him in a crouch. The older male's jaws lunge at his groin and he leans forwards to protect himself instinctively. As he does so, he realizes that the lunge is a ruse. Grrath spins sideways and his body slams into Tam's legs, sweeping them from under him and sending him face first into the forest floor. The impact drives the air from his lungs, and as he struggles to rise, another weight slams into his back and drives him again into the loam. He knows that he is about to die as he feels strong jaws clamp around his throat, growing tighter and tighter until his breath comes only in thin high pitches wheezes. Grrath lays atop the youngling and, through a mouth full of throat and fur, growls, "Submit, pup!" He feels the change in the young one's muscles and shifts until the pup can roll over, never once loosening his hold on his throat. The pup looks up at him with an abandonment of hope and lifts his muzzle as far as he can until his throat is totally exposed. Grrath feels the youngster's tail curling up between his legs and smells the acrid aroma of urine as the pup releases a small trickle signaling his utter submission. Good! At least he knew something of how things should be done. He releases the youngling's throat and attempts to make eye contact with him. The pup refuses, looking anywhere but into the face of his victorious opponent. Very good! One last symbol of his defeat and he will let this pup return home to his city ways with no more than a torn ear and battered pride. He bats the youngster roughly, snarling for him to roll over. Intending to mount him symbolically. He watches as the pup complies, rolling onto his belly, still refusing to make eye contact. He places a knee on either side of the youngster's hips and leans forwards to grab him tightly around the chest, while mouthing his neck. He begins to give the few obligatory humps. Then he feels it again. The stirring. Notices once again the luxurious feel of the pup's soft fur as it slides back and forth over his sheath. He humps a few more times against the prone pup and gasps as the pink tip of his cock slides from his sheath and is tickled by the rich fur. Shivering, he feels himself jet a spurt of thin pre into the coat of the youngster. Tam is not happy about it but relaxes as the older male settles over him and grabs him around the chest. He is even able to stay relaxed when the male grinds his groin into the small of Tam's back in the traditional mounting. But then he senses a change. The gray does not climb off him and lick Tam's muzzle as tradition decrees. Instead, he stays atop him and humps even harder. Tam feels a small spot of wetness in his fur and another scent began to mingle with the smell of blood and combat. It takes a moment for him to recognize it. It is the same smell as when he is alone in his room and strokes and licks at his penis until it grows hard and knots and the waves of pleasure wash over him. But why should he be smelling that now? Grrath grunts as he feels his sheath growing fuller and the tip of his rapidly extending cock plows back and forth through the rich, soft fur beneath him. What? No! This is not right! This is not the way! But...So soft. It has been so long. These feelings, dead for years. Can they be denied? Should they? The pup has chosen to enter HIS forest...to ignore HIS warnings! He has defeated the pup in ritual combat. The pup has submitted. The pup is his to does with as he wishes. Yes! No! We will not rape. He starts to pull away when his nose detects something rising from the pup. Anything else could lie, but never the nose. The fear rising from the youngling is tinged with something else. It is not fear of what is happening. There is the scent of desire there too. Could the pup want to be taken? Is it possible that this is what they both need? He shifts lower on the pup, biting harder on his neck. He shifts his grasp to around the youngling's waist as he reaches one paw down and grabs the pup's tail. As he pulls up on the tail he shifts first one knee and then both from beside the pup's hips to between his thighs. His excitement mounts as he works himself into position. He lifts himself a bit to look down at his prize. The youngster trembles under him, his tail pulled high, reveals a tightly puckered, pink tailhole. Grrath has never has a male before, has never even thought of it. Now he can not remember ever seeing anything more desirable than that quivering hole. He watches as his cock slides further from his sheath and points it at the sweet hole as he spurts jet after jet of precum over the opening, making it glisten invitingly. He pauses to cup the balls beneath the hole. Heavy with unspent seed, but pulled tight in their creamy sac. The pup begins to struggle under him as he begins to lean forward, guiding himself towards the beckoning gateway. Tam goes from confused to panicked as Grrath shifts position on top of him. He can feel the larger wolf's strong grip around his chest, the powerful jaws gripping his neck as hot breath pants into his fur. He feels the weight of the older wolf and the beating of his heart against his back. All this feels right, almost comforting. Then Grrath slides down on him. He feels his tail pulled up and out of the way, exposing him. He feels his legs forced apart and then splashes of something hot and wet under his tail. He struggles to get up, but the weight on him and the jaws clamped on his neck are too much to fight against. "What? Why...oh..", he grunts then, as he realizes what is about to happen to him, "No! You can't! Please don't! You...unhhhhhhhhh!" Grrath releases the youngster's neck and looks squarely at him. "Look at me!", he waits while Tam slowly raises his eyes until they meet his own. He strokes a paw down the brown back beneath him, dragging nails through fur. His fingers twine in the base of the tail and slip under to tickle first the wet hole and then the furry ballsac beneath it. "I can smell you pup. I know." With his four fingers, he gently rolls and massages the youngster's scrotum while the ball of his thumb rubs and strokes the pre slickened rectum. He smiles as the tail under him twitches and the pup moans quietly. "Tell me that you want me to stop. Say it and I will get up now and you can go home. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want to know..." Tam can not believe his ears. Of course he wants Grrath to stop! How could he not? Still...that feeling. Two years since the time he should have joined a pack or found a mate, and still he is in his parents' den, living like a pup. He knows that he is different, but doesn't know how. But this is wrong! Males do not touch males this way. Except...late at night...a pup on an outing...older male sits next to him..hugs him...takes his paw and places it over his sheath...young pup squeezes...moans...No! It never happened! I never liked it! Then why does it leap unbidden, unwanted into my mind late at night when my own cock is in my paw or my muzzle? What am I? Why can't I say the words? I want to say "Yes! Stop!"...don't I? Why can't I say the words. Why does his paw feel so good? Why do I miss his weight on me already? Finally Tam sobs quietly, "No...don't stop...please." Not knowing whether to sigh or cry, he feels Grrath settle back into position on top of him and moans softly. Grrath groans as the tip of his cock finds the pup's tailhole and presses. At first, the so tight opening refuses to give way, but steady pressure eventually begins to part virgin flesh and he slips inside the young rectum. The whimpering cry of the pup rises to a howl as he is penetrated for the first time. Grrath hears the cries but hears pain and pleasure mingle, he hears need, but no cry to stop so he slips another inch under the lush tail beneath him. The ring of the tight anus threatens to rip the cum from his balls immediately, so he stays still, panting rapidly into the fur of the youngling's neck, until he regains control. When he is no longer on the brink of cumming, he leans forward and steadily sinks himself into the young butt until his sheath presses against the tight hole. His balls lay atop the pup's and he can feel them rolling in their sac under his own. So hot! So tight! The pup's rectum grips him like no bitch ever has. He feels every quiver as it ripples the length of his shaft. He lays there atop the youngster, sunk to the hilt in him, for a moment as he savors this new and wonderful feeling. Tam feels something sharp and hard pressing under his tail. He knows what it is and whimpers in fear and desire. He is going to be used like a bitch and he can do nothing about it. He feels the pressure build and then howls as he feels the gray's cock invade him. It feels huge! It is tearing him apart. Already he feels as if any more will surely stab through his guts. It hurts so much! But it feels so right! This is what the empty feeling has been about. Yes! So full! His howl settles to whimpers as Grrath stays still on him a moment and he begins to fear that the other male has changed his mind and will pull out. Then he feels Grrath sinking into him again, further and further. Each time he is sure he can take no more, another inch slides up under his tail until, finally, the male on his back is in him all the way. Relief mixes with pain as the older male stays motionless atop him, giving his abused ass a chance to adjust to this massive invader. Then he gasps as Grrath pulls almost all the way out then sinks back into him a little faster. He does not wait this time before pulling back again and sliding it home, this time hard enough to rock the young wolf a little. He lays under his assaulter and grunts as the big male begins pounding in and out of him. Unable to resist, he closes his eyes and shivers. Grrath feels like whimpering himself. There is something ...exhilarating ...exciting ...empowering about taking another male. He is so warm and tight under him. Even now that he is relaxing a little as he grows used to having a hard cock under his tail, the pup is still tighter than anything he has ever felt before. He slides out to the very tip and drives back in with a grunt. His arm tightens its grip around the youngling's belly as he raises up and lunges in again and again. Already his knot is starting to swell and the tugging as it passes in and out of the tight sphincter is driving him to the brink of madness. He exerts all his self-control to hold back the tie as long as possible. At first he was not sure, but now he knows that he has to take this pup fully, totally. Grunting, he rises and falls atop the youth, his cock swelling ever harder. He pants into the fur so loudly that he almost misses it when the grunts under him begin to turn into sighs and moans of pleasure. He slides the paw around the pup's belly a little lower and is rewarded with a palmfull of wetness as it reaches the silky sheath. Tam is relieved when the pain begins to subside. His battered tailhole is growing used to the massive cock driving into it. Even the tugging as the gray's swelling passing in and out generates only twinges that are making him feel strange. He moans as he suddenly realizes that his own sheath is swollen and that his belly is growing damper with each thrust. What? Not only does he submit willingly, he is enjoying it! How could he like being bitch to the large wolf grunting on his back. "Yes! ...unh...unh...so big...aaaaaah....so full..." He finds himself lifting his hips to meet the thrusts of his strange lover, rocking back to take as much as he can into him, squeezing tight to keep it there. Ooooh! A paw wraps around his sheath. Yes! He drives forwards, humping into the furry embrace, needing to sink his cock into something ...anything! Finding a rhythm with the cock under his tail. Losing it. Finding it again. Grrath moans as the pups begins humping into his paw. Precum drips steadily over his fingers as a slippery cock slides free of its sheath to slip across his palm. Moans lift to a howl as he pushes forwards, his knot pressing against the tight opening. Rocking on the youngster, pushing hard...Yes! The swelling pops under the pup's tail and grows even larger. Squeezing tight around the pup's belly , he drives deeper with short spastic thrusts until the fire erupts from his balls, climbing his spine, he arches his back as his cock spasms and begins spewing wave after wave of wolfcum into his young lover's ass. Chin buried in his lover's shoulder, eyes half lidded and unseeing, he bucks on and into the pup again and again as his maleness is emptied into this willing receptacle. Panting, chest heaving, heart pounding he finally slows and rests atop his furry companion. Slowly he becomes aware of himself again and of the wolf under him. He becomes aware once again of the wonderful rectum still sucking and pulling at his pulsing cock. He raises his muzzle to nuzzle and nip happily at a soft brown ear, forgetting that a short time earlier he had done his best to rip the other one off. Tam groans as he senses Grrath's impending climax. He feels the pressure of the huge knot pressing at him, demanding entrance. It becomes painful. It is too big, it will never fit. He is about to ask Grrath to stop when, suddenly, it slips into him with a wet pop. At first there is nothing but a blinding pain, but soon the pain is gone and he is left only with a sense of total fullness. Of absolute fulfillment. This is what he has been seeking! This joining. This union! He quits breathing as the huge cock inside him jerks and he is filled by liquid fire, burning its way deep inside him. Oh yes! His love is cumming inside him! Filling him with his seed. Making him truly and totally Grrath's. He feels each pulse as it travels from the swollen knot, up the length of that glorious shaft, to explode from the tip in another wave of lupine spunk. He forgets about the paw on his cock, forgets about anything except the weight on him, the arm around him, the heart pounding against his back, the breath panting in his ear, the smell of male rut, the feel of a lover deep inside him making him complete. The older wolf happily continues to nuzzle and lick at his young partner. He pulls back slightly, enjoying the tug of his knot against the sphincter locking it inside. Holding tightly to his lover, he rolls onto his side, curling around the pup as he does so. He mumbles into the young wolf's ear. What he says is not important. It is soft. It is caring. It is him. He strokes Tam's sides gently, he traces patterns with a finger in the deep ruff of his lover's chest. Then the time for words is over. They lay there quietly. Locked in an eternal embrace. Silent, they no longer need words. Each knowing the fulfillment of the other. Appearing near sleep on the outside, each is more alive, more aware than they have ever been. The moment lasts forever. Eventually, even forever ends. Tam's whimpers softly as he feels the throbbing knot inside him subside with each beat of his lover's heart. Finally it slips from him to be followed by a stream of hot wolfcum. An indescribable ache inside him makes him want it back already. He clenches tight, trying to hold as much of his lover's seed inside him as he can. Lifting his muzzle, he leans back to lick contentedly at Grrath's scarred muzzle. With a winsome sigh he feels the older wolf pull away from him, rolling him on his back. Lost in the warm afterglow he can only lay there with his eyes closed as his gray lover once again spreads his legs. He feels them lifted and then they rest on something furry and warm. A hot moist breeze blows across his battered tailhole and then he gasps. A broad, soft tongue laps slowly across the burning opening, soothing and warm. His back arches as the tongue laps up from the base of his tail to the underside of his balls and beyond. Over and over again, the wonderful tongue washes over him. His hips buck as the tongue probes and finds its way inside him to lick where the huge cock had been a short time before. He feels the hot droplets fall on his chest, some reaching his face as his cock bobs between his thighs and fountains its watery pre. Once again his legs are lifted. His hips are lowered back to the ground. The unseen tongue travels upwards... Grrath can not believe what he is doing. Mating the pup was one thing. He had taken the same position he had with bitches. This though. His tonguing of that sweet, pink hole has gone far beyond mere cleaning. He had wanted it to. He had enjoyed it. When the youngster had moaned and bucked his hips it made his heart race. Now he looks down at the soft, furry ballsac and the silky white sheath with its length of red cock protruding from it and he wants to taste it, to feel it in his mouth more than anything in the world. What is happening? Who cares? He lowers his mouth and takes a large testicle on his tongue. He rolls it back and forth, watching as the young wolf's head tosses to and fro in pleasure. He pulls his tongue across the scrotum, lifting it, covering it until it glistens with his saliva. His nose is so close to that beautiful length of red cock. Its smell fills his head. His eyes trace the purple veins down the length of the shaft and his tongue wants to follow. He moves forward and licks the seeping cock from base to tip, harvesting the salty precum drenching it. Once at the tip, he places his muzzle carefully over it and suckles gently. The pup's hips buck once, twice, then settle. Urgent moans fill the clearing as he slowly lowers his mouth over the cock. It is hot in his mouth and twitching. He swallows and tastes the trickle of precum sliding down his throat. His black, rubbery lips meet the sheath and push it ahead of them, exposing more and more of the pink shaft... Tam can not help it as his head rolls back and forth. The hot, wet mouth is swallowing, consuming his cock. Never has anything felt so good. Not even aware that he is doing it, he reaches down and grabs his lover's ears as more and more of his cock disappears into that hungry maw. An aching need is building in his balls. The muzzle reaches his knot, swollen far too large to escape his sheath and stops for a moment. Holding tightly to the ears, he bucks his hips, grinding his crotch into the older wolf's muzzle. Frantic, he begins humping, pistoning his cockshaft into the wonderful mouth slurping on him. He wraps his legs around Grrath's neck and locks his ankles as he thrusts uncontrollably, moaning and grunting as he feels the wave surging from his aching nuts. He tilts his muzzle back and hoooolwls as he starts cumming and cumming over that wonderful tongue. As much as he cums, the mouth on him sucks harder, demanding more. A paw clamps on his balls and squeezes and rolls, causing him to jerk as his cock gives up yet another gush of his seed. Finally, there is no more cum. Only tired gasping, and the wet sounds of a wolf licking his muzzle clean. He opens his eyes to see his lover laying down next to him, taking him in his arms. Grrath leans over him and kisses him deeply, tongue dancing in his mouth. He tastes his own cum and sucks teasingly on the older wolf's tongue before releasing it and resting his head on his chest. Whispering into the furry chest, he mumbles, "May I ask you something? Why does you hate everyone so much that you will kill to be alone?" Grrath cuddles the youngster close, wanting to hold him, to protect him, to cherish him. So lost in contentment is he that he almost misses the question. He thinks about it. Truly thinks about it for the first time in a very long while. Finally, he strokes the head of his new love and smiles down at him. "I really don't remember. I thought knew, but the reasons seem silly now. I don't want to be alone anymore." "May I ask you a couple questions in return?" Tam ruffles the fur of Grrath's chest, "You may ask me anything, Grrath." "What is your name? And why did you chance coming into my woods in the first place? "My name is Tam Rell. I am an apprentice healer. There is a fever in a nearby village and I thought that I would find the herbs I needed here. Truthfully, I thought you were a myth." "Grrath?" "Mmmrrrrr?" "May I come back?" "Do you want to leave?" Tam's heart skips several beats. "You want me to stay with you? Even though it will mean furlk coming to your den to ask for my healing skills." Grrath holds Tam tight against his chest, "I do want you to stay with me. And these woods are too empty without furlk coming and going now and then. They rest in each other's arms. A young wolf, feeling that it is finally time to start living. An older wolf deciding that it is nowhere near his time to die. ~Oakshadow~