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Yips chased Bennett through the forest, followed by howls reverberating through the dark. Normally wolves did not scare him. Razor was his best friend after all. But something about these howls had the air on his arms and neck standing on end. Whatever was out there chasing him was no normal wolf.
Oh, little did he know how right he had been.
He would give anything to go back to that time of blissful ignorance.
Instead, he stares into the eyes of a beast that he would call a fox, if not for the fact that it walks on two legs instead of four and sports a glistening red cock with a bulbous knot at the end. The monster’s blue eyes feel like falling into the ocean and Bennett has to shake himself to escape their hold. If only he had listened to the huntsman and worn something different tonight. He pulls the thin fabric of his grandfather’s favorite red cloak tighter about his body as if it will stave off the slavering beast in front of him.
Big fat tears bubble from Bennett’s eyes, running down his face in great big drops and he sniffles quite pathetically. “P— please don’t eat me.” He whimpers, fully aware that eating may not be in this beast’s interest anyway if its throbbing and leaking wolf cock is anything to go by.
“Stupid boy,” It growls at him, bearing its fangs. “You’ve led me on quite the chase but—” He reaches down, picks Bennett up by the armpits, and slams him up against a tree.
The bark cuts roughly into his back through the thin fabric of his cloak, and the buzz of night insects fades into a dull roar, and then they are silent. There is a ripping noise and Bennett feels those claws tearing through his pants, wrenching his legs apart. His cunt gapes wetly in the light of the moon and the beast makes short work of the rest of his clothes.
“Going to breed you, boy.” It shudders as if in pleasure at that. “Going to knot you, tie you, breed you. And maybe later,” it’s maw opens wide and Bennett watches a glob of saliva run down one fang and fall to the forest floor. “You’d go down a little rough, but I could still eat you, yes.”
It is not his imagination. The nightly insects and birds have all gone conspicuously silent. The only things Bennett can hear now are the panting growls of the beast holding him and his own terrified breathing.
For just a moment, a moment that feels like an eternity, they stare at each other eye to eye. Bennett takes in the russet fur, the fox coloration that the monster wears. Wolf in shape, fox in color. The worst thing that could have caught him. A trickster with the strength of a predator. The beast’s whiskers twitch as leaves rustle in the wind and Bennett sees those pupils shrink for a split second before they fill its eyes again, leaving only a thin ring of dull blue around inky black as the beast’s chest rumbles with a growl.
“What would you taste like, I wonder.” It cocks its head to the side, ears perky and alert. “What would it feel like to have my teeth sink and slide into your muscle? What would you do if I sunk my teeth into your flesh? Would you struggle? Protest it and scream while your blood runs down my throat? Or should I simply eat you whole and let you kick your way into my belly?” The beast’s tongue lolls out of its mouth in a canine grin. “Should I eat you all at once?” It wonders aloud, “Or should I keep you alive and take the choicest portions for snacks.” The monster licks a strip up Bennett’s face, leaving a trail of sticky saliva behind.
Bennett whimpers and shakes his head once the beast falls silent. “P— Please I wouldn’t make a good snack I’m sorry please don’t eat me.” The words came out of him in an explosive rush, a great exhalation. The beast’s paws catch on a rock beneath the tree and the scrape of claw against stone startles him back into silence.
“You’re right, human. That would be a waste of you wouldn’t it.” The creature shifts and the pointed head of its thick red cock catches against the lips of his puffy cunt. “I’m going to put my litter in you, human. And as long as you keep me satisfied I won’t eat you.”
Shaking his head no, Bennett tries to protest what the werewolf wants to do to him. “I— I’ve never—” He cuts himself off, feeling the shame and embarrassment creeping in. He just confessed to this monster that he’s never had sex before.
The growl made the monster's chest rumble again. “I get to mate you and no one else has ever tried?” It snorts, “I can be your first and I will be your only .” Its hips jerked forward, spearing into Bennett’s cunt.
He opens his mouth to scream, but what comes out is a moan instead. It is a long and embarrassing sound for someone who has supposedly never had a partner. Bennett looks down at the cock inside of him before feeling a little faint at the idea that only about half (knot not included) of it is inside of him. The slice of claws to his leg brings him back to the present as blood drips down his leg.
Bennett is sure he’s gone into shock because the sharp pain in his leg is only making him more aroused. All he can think about is the obscene stretch of his cunt around the cock buried halfway inside of him.
The beast growls and jerks its hips, rutting against one last barrier. Something inside of Bennett reminds him to panic and then he is pushing at the beast’s chest as if that could stop it. Fear tightens his body as the creature thrusts its hips one last time and its drooling, pointed cock presses right into his womb.
There is a shrieking sound in Bennett’s ears and he realizes, belatedly, that the sound is coming from him . Pain shakes the ends of his limbs as the feeling comes slowly back. Ten thousand pins and needles crawl up from his fingers to his wrists as his body shudders and jerks in white-hot pain and pleasure.
“ Oh ?” The beast rumbles, though Bennett barely hears it. “We’re not done yet.”
Bennett feels empty . The beast has pulled its hips back, a snarl of pleasure on its muzzle as it slams into Bennett, rubbing the fat knot against his dick. Over and over again the beast ruts into him, drooling and biting into his skin. Bennett’s pulse thunders in his ears as fear paralyzes him again but then it fades into some unknowable, unnameable emotion.
Full.
He would never be full again like he is right now. Whether the beast knows it or not, it has ruined Bennett for any future partners. Never again would the pain and the pleasure that twists his system on its head be matched by anyone else.
He comes again in a riot of white-hot sparks in front of his eyes as the beast’s hips continue to pound against his. The beast’s knot is forced into Bennett’s aching cunt, just enough for a scream to tear itself from Bennett’s throat. Groans and screams echo through the trees around them until Bennett finally hears a self-satisfied grunt and the beast forces his knot inside.
He feels the heat of the beast’s seed filling him up, filling and not stopping as his belly begins to stretch obscenely with it. His hands flutter unfeeling against his stomach, as his mind and body are numb with… pain? Pleasure? Even Bennett doesn’t know anymore.
The last thing he sees before passing out is blue eyes burning a hole into his soul.
—
Bennett stirs in soft sheets, opening his eyes and groaning at the light.
“Hey, sunshine.”
He blinks at the voice and rolls over to see his husband leaning against the doorframe. “Hey, you.” He croaks, voice rough with sleep. “You really didn’t hold back, did you?”
The man laughs and comes over to sit on the bed. “Well, bunny, you asked for it, didn’t you?”
“ Ajax ,” Bennett complains. “I did, but now I hurt. Kiss me and make it better.” He pouts.
Ajax rolls his eyes and reaches for Bennett’s hand, “I’ll do more than that.” He says, pressing kisses to the tips of each of Bennett’s fingers. “And maybe next time, you can transform and chase me, huh? How about it?”
“I don’t know if I can do it as well as you,” Bennett says, his heart fluttering as a blush pinks his cheeks. “But I’ll try. For you.”
“That’s all I ask for, sunshine.” Ajax pulls Bennett into a hug and pets through his hair. “You want kisses on all the aches?”
Bennett thinks about that for a minute, trying to decide if he would be up for another game. “Yeah,” he finally decides. “Everywhere.”
Ajax’s only response is a wolfish grin.