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Blind hunger. Under the full moon the beast raged, tearing limbs from the men carrying torches and spears that had marched boldly into the wood to dispatch of the monster. Only to die trying. The wolf let out a long howl at the snap of the final man’s neck and sunk his teeth into his flesh.

Halfway through his meal, his nostrils flared and a new hunger seized him. Not all of these men were dead. He prowled the crumpled bodies- and sure enough- a young man was still breathing. Handsome and muscular under his useless padded armor. He bled from the shoulder where he had been bitten, and bruised on his face where he seemed to have been thrown against a tree.

The wolf dug at the fabric of his clothes, shredding it easily with his long claws, but careful not to shred the man’s flesh any further. He lay on his stomach, ass up and irresistible.

The wolf’s cock twitched, emerging slick and red from his sheath as his fur-covered balls drew up. The shaft was as wide as the man’s wrist, with a glistening, tapered end. The wolf knelt over the unconscious man, lining up the point to prod at the man’s tight entrance.

Persistence won the day and the wolf forced the tip past the ring of muscle. The sensation was maddening, the feeling like his cock was about to be crushed inside the tight hole, even by only the weakest throbbing the man’s body responded with.The beast pushed further, holding the position until he could slide freely in and out.

The wolf let loose a snarl, and began pumping it's hips. The slightest moan escaped the young man, but his eyes remained closed.

More of the wolf’s cock emerged, lengthening with each thrust until a knot grew at the base of his cock. The monster thrust roughly, crushing the knot against the man’s hole to no avail.

“No- nooo-” The man finally stirred. The wolf pounced on his shoulders pinning him to the earth as it rutted mercilessly, fighting the struggle- however weak- of the militia man. He was strong, but no match for a beast the size of a werewolf.

The wolf came in a jet and the man croaked out a groan before passing back out. The wolf panted hard. Satisfied. It lingered inside it's prize for a few minutes before it dismounted.

Almost tenderly, it scooped the man into his arms. This one he would keep. His instincts told him the man was stuffed with his pups, or should be. Breed him. Keep breeding him until he could smell his seed take hold.

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There was no privacy in the den Pike woke in. Hardly more than twenty feet in any direction, the only comfort he could be grateful for was that half the earthen floor was covered in hides and furs. He kept one pulled over his lap, both for warmth and to hide his nudity.

Not that his captor spared him the same courtesy. The towering werewolf had to duck to fit into the dugout shelter, but he left his cock hanging loose between his tree trunk thighs. Most of the time he acted more like a beast than a man, sniffing, eating, leering at him like he was food or worse.

Pike tried not to think about it, but the worst had already happened. His ass hurt like hell to sit on like it was bruised from the inside out. He already attempted to run, when the wolf was away, but the entrance to the den was far above his head- he would need the wolf’s size and athleticism to reach it.

When the wolf returned it was with raw prey. Half of it has already been torn away, leaving the back end of a dripping, bleeding rabbit. Pike tried in vain to start a fire with what little debris he had, but in the end he managed to choke down a few bites raw before surrendering the rest back to the wolf.

As soon as it scarfed the remains down, it turned to him grabbing him with two massive paws around his shoulders. Sloppily, it licked away the blood that had splattered over his neck and hands. Pike tensed, grimacing at the touch.

His displeasure went unnoticed or ignored as the wolf licked lower and lower, curling its tongue around his cock. Pike whined, “Stop, oh God, please…” Against his will he felt himself get hard and dribble into the beast’s mouth.

It licked its massive maw, satisfied, and threw Pike onto his back. The wolf pushed its way between his legs, holding one ankle in each hand. Pike squirmed, arched his back, and tried to pull away. To where he didn't know, but the creature's cock looked impossibly large staring it down like this.

The wolf lurched forward, bending him in half to line up his clenched hole. It pressed the tip to him with gentle pulses of pressure, teasing his rim. Pike bit his lip. It felt good, but he didn't dare relax into it. The wolf was relentless, though. Patient in its own way, but when Pike finally let his legs go limp it felt like a surrender.

The werewolf’s cock thrust into him, and he watched its panting mouth snarl with glee. It ached, but as his body adjusted the ache disappeared, leaving only the hot sting of friction. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the pink, slick dick disappearing into him over and over.

His own cock bounced between his stomach, soft with sparse hair, and the wolf’s chiseled with thick, coarse grey fur. He was hard, but only because of the overwhelming sensation of fullness, Pike promised himself. Not because of the way the wolf’s balls slapped his ass with every thrust. And not the way the beast’s knot spread his entrance a little wider each time it plowed into him either.

In the absence of anything else, Pike gripped the fur on the wolf’s chest. The knot… it hurt… but with a final thrust it breached him, stretching him from the inside. Pike cried out along with the wolf’s howl as he felt a thick rope of cum deep inside his abdomen.

The pair of them both caught their breath, muscles limp and aching. The knot stayed stubbornly in place, even as Pike turned to pudding around it. After a long moment of silence, where he distinctly tried to avoid acknowledging how intimately they were entwined, the wolf began to tease Pike’s cock with his claw.

The hunger in the monster’s eyes faded to curiosity. Pike gasped as the gentle touches stirred him to hardness. Every tiny movement he made echoed tenfold with the beast’s cock spreading him wide, but he couldn't help but rut against the paw. He whimpered, this was pathetic, but he wanted to come so bad. Even at the hands of a monster.

And it looked so very much like a monster juxtaposed against him. His masculine legs looked practically hairless next to the thick mane of fur around its neck. Its face was that of a wolf, pointed ears, massive teeth, wet nose. It's muscles bulged under its hair, larger than Pike had ever seen on a man.

It was too much, pumping into the claws and feeling himself squeeze down on the cock inside him. With a cry he came with what felt like a tiny spurt all over his stomach.

The werewolf huffed, and with a jolt pulled his shrinking knot from Pike. The man collapsed momentarily before curling his legs up under him, wishing there was a place to hide. Or clean.

Fortunately, the beast seemed to lose some interest. It curled up against the opposite wall, but Pike could feel it's glowing eyes on him until he fell asleep.

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Only the light from the den's entrance above his head marked the passing of the days. He tried to sleep as much as he could, and eventually managed to gather enough roots and twigs to make a small fire to cook a few bites of meat. The rawness of the wolf's kills had started to bother him less and less, however. He attributed it to his gnawing hunger. Any small comforts of survival were welcome, because at every opportunity the werewolf would mount him again.

Was it bad that it also started to bother him less and less?

Shockingly, he hadn't been fucked raw yet. Even after being nailed to exhaustion he could have sworn would take days to recover from, he always bounced back. The massive cock that hurt at first now felt deeply pleasurable, just enough stretch to get him off. It was easier if he didn't struggle, especially since he didn't know how long he had been down here or how long he would remain stuck. Plus, the wolf had a distinct sort of affection for him that kept him fed, if he killed the beast now he'd certainly starve in this pit eventually.

On his hands and knees, Pike took the rough thrusting of the beast behind him. It's claws dug into his shoulders as his eyes rolled back. Flexing his muscles, Pike felt strong, pushing back against the relentless cock. The werewolf would be able to subdue him easily, but at least he felt like he could put up a fight.

The beast's drool landed on the back of his neck as it lost control of its thrusting, panted hard, and finally came inside of him. How the wolf could make so much come, Pike hadn't the slightest idea. He came as well, but it was hardly a dribble. Since being a captive, his loads had been weak, but Pike assumed it was just from having sex three or four times a day, even though he didn't come every time? It was hard to tell.

With the wolf's knot buried in him, it wrapped it's arms around him laying them both on their sides, Pike's back against it's massive, hairy chest. It began licking his ear gently, and he couldn't help but sigh. It was almost… relaxing.

And it was undeniably warm. He let his eyes close, feeling the beast's strong heartbeat against his back as he took deep breaths of its musk. He felt fragile stretched around a cock and dwarfed by massive muscles, but he also felt strangely safe. If he set aside the fact he was trapped in a pit and raped by a beast, there was nothing else to worry about. He had shelter, food, and for now a protector that wanted to keep him alive.

Pike ate with more and more enthusiasm every day, soon cleaning the bones of the prey the wolf brought back. It returned with bigger game to feed his ravenous appetite, and in return Pike noticed he was growing larger. A few inches taller and notably more muscular.

The only part of him that hadn't seemed to grow at all was his cock and balls. If anything they were smaller and softer than ever.

On top of his body shape changes, Pike's teeth had clear points to them now. Not entirely like an animal's, but undoubtedly changed. He had gotten hairier as well, which he appreciated since he still had no clothes of his own. His body hair wasn't fur like the wolf, but it had gotten darker and thicker, covering his stomach, chest and arms. Without means to shave, Pike's beard had grown wild. Based on the growth, he had been down here for three weeks. Maybe more.

Pike still dreamed of escaping, but less than he would like to admit. Crawling out that hole and running back to town for a hot meal and a bath was a more difficult fantasy to conjure than wishing the wolf would come back from his hunt, bringing food, sex and comfort. That dream came true, at least.

Just as his appetite for meat had increased, so had Pike's appetite for the wolf's cock. He missed having his ass filled if he went too long now, craving the stretch of the wolf's knot. He liked touching the wolf's chest and face and arms, he liked smelling his musk all over himself. Today was particularly bad, the den felt utterly lonely and there was an itch in Pike's core that was driving him mad. He was desperate for that cock to scratch it.

The wolf returned with a smear of red across his shoulder, stinking of blood. For a moment, Pike thought he might be carrying a carcass, but he was empty handed, the red marking a sealed gash along his shoulder. Pike gently parted the hair to take a look, the wolf growling but permitting the examination. It was already healing, remarkably. Pike scrubbed out the clumped fur in the brook flowing through the corner of the den, and laid the wolf down on his favorite pelt.

In the back of Pike's mind, he knew the beast was indulging him. It didn't need his help to clean and rest, and based on how quickly the wound healed it would be nothing more than a scar by morning. But he seemed to enjoy the tenderness Pike laid upon him.

The pair of the communicated in such a singular way, Pike knew exactly how to comfort the beast. If asked, he would say it was just to keep the wolf docile, but the fact he craved the feel of it's cock inside of him was getting harder to justify away. He straddled the creature's hips, and reached behind himself to grab the cock peeking from the wolf's sheath.

A bit of adjustment, and Pike nestled the tip into his hole. The beast groaned as he sunk his hips down and gently bounced on the cock as it grew. He gripped the wolf's pecs as it panted, bracing himself against the stretch of the knot. Pike began riding harder, sliding up and down the iron length of the cock, rolling his eyes back from the friction and the way it slammed against his prostate.

Suddenly, the beast grabbed his waist, pulling him down just as it raised it's hips. The knot snapped inside of him, and Pike doubled over with a cry. He was so full, every movement felt like too much, his cock throbbed, bouncing untouched except for the tickle of coarse hair on the wolf's stomach. The beast's massive, paw-like hands held him, rubbing his chest with thumbs the size of Pike's wrist. The wolf worked steadily downwards until he massaged Pike's abdomen where he could feel the monsterous cock he was speared on. His limbs felt weak and his cock dribbled helplessly, but the wolf's tender ministrations spurred him on.

Pike began bouncing again, as hard as he could, building his strength as he felt the itch inside of him scratched by the top of the the cock. Reaching impossible places within him. The relief was unimaginable, he needed it. Over and over. Harder and harder. The Wolf's back arched and there was a moment of throbbing within Pike before a gush of cum soothed that itch like a cold balm.

Pike fell forward, collapsing against the wolf's heaving chest. Together, they slowly caught their breath. Muffled against the fur, Pike spoke, not knowing if the wolf could understand. "That… felt pretty good. Really good." He wrapped his arms around the monster's wide ribcage. "I hate that I know I'd miss this."

The wolf grunted, and raised it's knees so it's knot could settle comfortably inside Pike as the human drifted to sleep. The wolf stayed awake longer, careful not to wake him as it pet his muscular back and squeezed aftershocks of cum deep inside of him. By the time the knot receded and slipped out, they were both dozing peacefully.

Pike reached between his legs, drawing his hand back to examine the slick liquid. The insides of his thighs felt perpetually wet for the past day. He reached below again, exploring the space behind his balls.

Sensitive folds had formed, leaking this slime. He could slip his finger between them up to his second knuckle, but no further. He rubbed curiously, enjoying the electric sensation running up his body.

The wolf raised it's head, sniffing the air before it turned to notice Pike feeling himself up. It rolled to its four feet and ambled over, sticking its massive nose between Pike's legs.

With it's rough tongue, it started licking. Pike trembled, the sensation too overwhelming to bear. "Yes… yes…" He growled, hardly recognizing his own voice. The more the wolf licked, the more slick he felt pool in the folds.

In the back of Pike's mind, he knew it was a cunt, or at least the start of one. It didn't feel like the biggest change in his body over the past month, however. His body hair had gotten long and stringy and his limbs hard and veiny. Part of him knew his face had contorted and if he were to walk into town town he's be chased by torches and pitchforks.

Plus, the burning itch inside of him didn't relent day or night. Maybe a cunt would be how he could scratch it.

So he closed his eyes, moaning softly under the maw of the beast.

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The last trickle of golden sunlight faded into twilight from what Pike could see out the hole above his head. This night felt different, he could feel his pulse starting to race as light faded. The wolf hadn't returned, but as the pale shimmer of moonlight streamed down, Pike heard an earsplitting howl from somewhere above.

He reached up to clutch his ears only to realize they were pointed and growing hair. The panicky, unwell feeling he had came into focus. Pike's body was changing rapidly.

The rate was deeply unsettling, but aside from that it felt… good. Like the deepest stretch Pike had ever done, to the point he was breaking bone and tearing muscle, only to reform bigger and stronger. His skin erupted, first hot, then itchy, then swaddled in a blanket of thick fur.

The itch inside him felt like it wanted to burn a hole through his abdomen.

The pop and snap of bones echoed through his skull as Pike's face stretched out, his teeth curling into jagged fangs. His joints and muscles burned as his feet extended into paws, his ankles sliding up his leg to add another bend.

The whole shift might have taken minutes, but it felt like hours. Pike's whole body ached, but he didn't feel exhausted. He felt invigorated. Smells flooded his nose, his sight grew sharper in the dark, and suddenly the hole above his head didn't seem to out of reach.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware of himself, that he had become a monstrous wolf like the creature that had kidnapped him. All of his survival instincts told him to flee now. It would be his last chance at his old life.

Pike bounded out of the den, moonlight illuminating his white coat as he galloped through the brush. The scent of the other wolf was everywhere. His territory. Pike just needed to get to a town, and pray they didn't mistake him for a monster before dawn.

A howl cried out from over the ridge. His throat tightened, resisting the urge to reply. He ran faster. His arms were longer than a true canine, his torso still mostly in the shape of a muscular man, though it was more comfortable to move on all fours.

Pike's ears twitched, something was following him.

He hardly registered the terror before the other wolf tackled him from the side sending them both tumbling down the leaf-littered hill.

The wolf pinned Pike on his back, and he could feel a surge of panic rush through him. Reminded of the night he was first taken. The wolf's eyes were blank hunger as it folded Pike's legs to his chest, devoid of the tenderness it had shown him in the den. Even with his coursing strength, he couldn't push the creature off. And it was stretching the space between his legs further and further open.

No… I'll lose myself.

As much as Pike whined and clenched, the iron tip of the wolf's cock prodded at him. The more he tried to steal himself against the intrusion, the slicker he became. The tip buried inside him, then it slipped further. He pushed the wolf's chest, but the creature grabbed his wrists and pinned them down. Thrusting it's hips to push itself further and further into Pike's squeezing hole- deeper than just a few new folds. The virgin walls of his cunt ached with pleasure.

And then the reached the spot, the itch. Pike shuddered. The wolf relentlessly thrust against it, pushing Pike to his limit, until the cock finally burst through pushing in to the thick knot. Pike howled, cum spurting from the pink cock barely large enough to poke out of the sheath.

At once, Pike's body relaxed, the thrusting sent him into a flurry of pleasure. He felt the knot stretch him out and finally bury itself inside of him. Cum pumped into his belly, over and over, as his eyes glazed over into a blissed haze.

All thoughts of town. Of humanity. Of Pike… vanished.

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The full moon turned the verteran wolf into a desperate beast. A month of tending to his new mate through his transformation came down to this night. If he wasn't bonded tonight, he would lose his mate back to the humans.

Panic seized him when he returned to the den and found it empty.

His mate's scent was strong, leaving a trail of pheromones like embers through the forest. The wolf got on all fours, charging at top speed to catch up. When he finally Pike's new form, his heart lurched. He was beautiful. Grey and black fur stretched over coursing muscles. His face now handsomely canine, with pointed ears and a shapely tail. The wolf howled- Stop! Wait! But his cries weren't understood in the way he needed.

So instead the wolf lunged, propelling himself off the trunk of a pine tree, to tackle the freshly transformed wolf. The scent alone was enough to burst his cock from his sheath.

At first Pike struggled, fighting his instincts to be bred. His virgin cunt was hungry, however, and the wolf relentlessly split it open. Slick and pulsing. It felt so good, he thrust his hips without remorse, slapping his knot against his hole over and over. His mate's cute little cock splattered cum into his fur, and with a final push the wolf buried his knot inside.

The wolf grinned, wide and toothy, watching his mate relax- succumbing to pleasure, as he filled him up. That's it. Good boy. The wolf stroked the side of his face, slipping a clawed thumb across his lolling tongue. You have nothing to fear. The wolf's thumb moved to Pike's abdomen, knowing his seed would be taking hold soon. This was right where he needed to be.

Under the blue light of the moon, the wolf rode Pike tenderly. Rolling his hips slowly to make his mate moan. Leaking cum until his knot softened and dawn broke. The wolf licked his mate's cheek and neck as they gently decoupled.

The morning light was soft in the low fog of the forest. The pair of wolfmen shuffled back to their den, shoulder to shoulder.

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Pike sniffed the ground. He didn't wander far from the den lately, with a heavy belly, but he still enjoyed checking on the comings and going of the other forest creatures.

This morning, however, he smelled the acrid tang of a wolf. Not a lycanthrope like himself or his mate, but a true beast. Alone, desperate, and probably dangerous. If he didn't have a pack anymore it was probably for good reason.

The fur on the back of Pike's neck stood up. He turned suddenly at the sound of a snapped branch, just in time to see a flash of fangs. He rolled out of the way, squaring up against the feral wolf. He grabbed it's neck as it lunged again, both of them twisting to the ground. As Pike attempted to scramble away it jumped on his back.

It nipped his ear with its slavering jaws, grinding its bulge against his tail.

And as quickly as it had jumped him, it was yanked away. Wolf barked visiously as it stumbled back to its feet. It gave a defiant growl before sulking back into the brush.

Pike could still smell the musk it left all over his fur, and knew Wolf could as well. He tucked his tail between his legs, burning with shame. Wolf covered his body with his own, pushing Pike against the ground, as though stand guard over his territory, and rubbedtheir fur together.

Wolf's cock began to emerge from its sheath the longer the grinding continued. He grabbed Pike's tail, forcing out a yelp, to press the red tip against Pike's puckered ass. Pike whimpered, pushing against the cock nerdily. His own cock was throbbing already, between the stretch of his stomach and the promise of his hole getting stretched as well.

Wolf pushed inside in a smooth motion, closing his eyes as Pike's tight heat enveloped him. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt from his mate, over and over until Wolf felt like he was going to burst. Pike's tongue fell from his mouth, losing himself in the pleasure of his mate's cock pressing against his already tight stomach. Wolf leaned forward, electrified with the knowledge that every inch of Pike was his dominion, inside and out.

It wasn't enough to fill his mate though. His mate already had the fruits of his seed inside of him. What Wolf needed was to send a message.

He pulled out, just in time to splatter cum all across Pike's back. He moaned through the aftershocks, straining to release wave after wave until Pike's fur was matted with spend.

Pike slowly got to his hands and knees as Wolf caught his breath. His cock was still throbbing, a bright pink erection only a third the size of his mate's, and dribbling clear precome. Wolf nudged him onto his back and dipped between his legs with his massive maw. The slobbery tongue lapped at Pike's cock before dipping into the wet folds behind the shaft. He arched his back, thrusting against Wolf's mouth, lean muscles straining beneath his sticky fur.

Finally, Pike came with a shudder that shook his whole body. All he had to show for it was a small splash of clear spend, but that was about all he was able to produce these days.

That night, Wolf held Pike close. Protectively. Pike fell asleep nestled against Wolf's thick chest breathing in the smell of his one and only mate.

Over the next few weeks, Pike began slowing down. His distended stomach was getting harder to manage, and the pups inside were getting restless. As much as he enjoyed knowing that his mate's seed has become a part of him, he was ready for the pregnancy to be over and to meet their children.

Wordlessly- the pair of wolves didn't communicate in words, but instead with feelings in each other's minds- the Wolf knelt between the legs of Pike's resting form. It's time.

Pike's cunt had gotten swollen and sensitive, twitching as Wolf brushed it with his claws. He pushed Pike's knees apart, spreading his hole and tightening the muscles in his abdomen, giving him a glimpse of the release just out of reach for when the pups were finally born.

Wolf lined up his cock and pressed inside slowly, making Pike realize how tight his hole had gotten. Almost like it was clenching to keep the pups inside. He needed to relax. Let them go.

The wolf's cock lurched forward, sliding until the tip nudged Pike's taut cervix. From both sides, he was squeezed- the pups pressing outward and Wolf pressing in.

Pike whimpered and felt a rush of fluid burst past Wolf's cock and drain onto the ground. Wolf grunted and pulled out, his fur soaked through. With two confident thumbs, he held Pike's hole wide. Now push.

Wolf lifted the last of the four pups and moved him so he could settled down with his slumbering siblings. Wolf's nipples- two on his pecs and two on his ribs- were swollen from their suckling. Three days old and they were all so hungry.

It was sometimes hard to tell how quickly they were growing already, the pups would shift between their humanoid form like their parents, and direwolf puppy form, more wild than Pike or Wolf alone. In the back of Pike's mind, he recalled hunting such creatures once, but he never imagined they were some creature's cherished offspring.

Pike lounged in the side of the den, watching Wolf catch his breath and smooth out the patches of fur soaked in slobber. Since the birth, Pike had been resting and tending to the pups, still aching from the waist down. But tonight… with their children asleep and quiet…

Pike curled his tail over his back, looking over his shoulder to beckon his mate closer.

Again.