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On the night of Stiles's thirteenth birthday, the clan leaders had summoned him. He'd prepared for the moment, doing everything required before, from drinking the special teas to covering himself in sacred markings. Walking through the settlement, naked under the traditional robe, the villagers watched as he made his way to the edge of the forest. Stiles continued on the rarely used path until he reached a clearing that was lined with trees and tall stone pillars, each depicting powerful wolves in different poses.
Turning thirteen was a joyous occasion for the settlement, one that bound the new teen to their wolf companion. It was a tradition that spanned multiple generations, allowing them to meet the animal that would still be with them throughout their lives. Stiles already knew it was probably going to be a wolf since it ran in his family, his parents both had one and most of his other family members did too, but the uncertainty still lingered.
Before crossing the threshold, Stiles dropped the robe and walked to the center of the clearing. He could see the leaders sitting at the opposite edge, all seven of them in robes similar to the one the teen had discarded but had markings all over the sides and sleeves. The one directly in front of Stiles, most likely the strongest, motioned the teen to step forward a bit more.
"Mieczysław," the leader in front of them tried to pronounce his name a few times, some of the others chuckled, before giving up and going with his known nickname. "Stiles." As if following a script, an older man walked over to the teen, carrying a silver goblet. The cup was filled with some kind of dark liquid that didn't have any scent. "Drink the whole cup and let the spirits choose your companion."
Taking the goblet, Stiles started to drink, going faster to finish the awful tasting liquid. After finishing it, he handed the empty cup back, grimacing as he did. The older man walked away, leaving the confused teen alone in the center of the clearing. It didn't take long for the sounds of animals running to him could be heard. A small pack of wolves rushed into the clearing, all of them entering from different directions. Seeing other wolves, they immediately started fighting for dominance.
"Don't move," one of the leaders warned. "Let them fight it out to see who's left standing."
To keep himself from running, Stiles closed his eyes as the wolves fought around him. Several had already run off, not wanting to fight for the teenage prize. One of them was killed in front of the blind and motionless teen. A wolf bumped into him, causing him to open his eyes, finally seeing the dead wolf being dragged out by a few men. One of the wolves was close to Stiles and gave his hand a lick, forcing the teen to look down at the grey wolf before he was chased away. The pained howls of the retreating wolves echoed, leaving three of them left. The leaders were intrigued seeing the remaining wolves circle the boy. Two of them were known to be from the same pack, taking part in multiple ceremonies but quickly leaving from lack of interest. One was fully black with deep red eyes and the other was black with puffs of grey and electric blue eyes. The pack mates were focused on the lone wolf, getting ready to attack. It was unusual but not unheard of for pack mates to team up to take a prize.
Suddenly, the pack mates jumped the other, fighting furiously until the lone wolf ran away to lick its wounds. The remaining two circled Stiles again, stopping on either side of the boy, claiming their prize. All the leaders looked at each other, most in shock but knew that the wolves had accepted the boy.
"It seems you have been chosen by two wolves," a leader said. "You may leave now and forfeit their claim to you or you can submit."
Stiles looked at the clothed leaders, then at the wolves at his side, confused by the turn of events. He didn't have much time to think about it since one of the wolves turned its head and started licking the boy's exposed dick. The teen tensed at the feeling of a tongue there, someplace that he'd barely started exploring himself. The other wolf didn't want to be left out, going behind the boy and stuck his snout between Stiles's ass cheeks and licked the hole. With each lick he got harder, the dual stimulation caused him to fall to his knees. In the new position, the one behind started licking the exposed hole more, nipping at the cheeks from time to time. With nothing to lick because of the new position, the first wolf, the black and gray one, sat down in front of the boy, revealing his growing cock. Stiles stared at it in wonder, the pointed red tip pushing further out of the sheath. It was bigger than the boy's and was getting bigger. Looking at the leaders, the teen knew they were waiting to see if he'd follow through with what was expected.
Slowly, he got on all fours, crawling towards the wolf to carefully lick the cock. Stiles thought it would be weird or taste bad because of how different it looked, but the moment his tongue touched it, he knew he would be doing that a lot going forward. He opened his mouth and sucked in the tip, it was like something inside of himself told him that he wanted, no needed, to do it. Sucking harder made the wolf whine, prompting Stiles to take more of the cock. It surprised him to feel it grow even more until it was at the back of his throat. Surprisingly, he didn't choke and could breathe just fine. He pulled back, seeing how big the cock was and the growing knot at the base of it. Some part of his mind knew he was supposed to take it but he didn't know if he could. The wolf growled in frustration, using a paw on his head to get back down on his cock. Stiles couldn't resist, not like he wanted to, and took the cock to the base. Opening his mouth as wide as he could to take the growing knot, at first struggling to breathe, trying to get it out in his panic, but nothing worked. Slowly, his body accepted the knot filling his mouth completely. Once it expanded to its full size, stretching Stiles's mouth wider than ever before, the wolf started cumming deep down the boy's throat.
After the long rimming session, Stiles's body was relaxed enough to let the second wolf, the completely black one, to be able to mount the teen and press his cock into the hole. Stiles grunted in pain the best he could with his mouth filled, the feeling of the wolf's cock stretching something that he didn't know could be stretched was both terrifying and exciting. The black wolf was very skilled, able to get inside his virgin hole the first time and was able to hit Stiles's untouched prostate, furiously pumping his hips as he claimed his prize. Stiles moaning as best as he could, being claimed by the two wolves completely. The thrusts were slow at first, making sure that the teen could take it, but over time they got faster and faster until it was a blur of black pounding into the boy. It didn't take long after that for the wolf's knot to start forming, making the teen freeze from the unfamiliar sensation. As it pushed in, Stiles almost screamed from the sharp pain but was about to find comfort in drinking down the other wolf's cum.
The pain was becoming too much and caused Stiles to instinctually move away, but the wolf in his ass wasn't having that and bit into his neck to hold him in place. With the only option to submit, Stiles felt his body grow warm, every breeze made him shiver. Each thrust from the wolf hit his prostate and made him feel like his dick was being stroked. It wasn't long before the wolf came as well, filling the boy with his cum.
Stiles felt complete, like he was meant to be filled with the wolves cum, being claimed by them. He barely noticed that the first wolf had stopped cumming, the knot began to shrink and when it was small enough the wolf pulled out. The teen wanted it back in, choking a little causing a bit of wolf cum to dribble out. The wolf in his ass continued to pump him full, a smile spread on Stiles's face as he got to taste the load for the first time. When the second wolf pulled out, the boy cried out since the knot wasn't fully down so it stretched him on the way out. Stiles felt sore and empty, wanting the wolves to use him again. The wolves laid down with the panting boy, silently protecting him.
"You've been claimed, Stiles," a female leader said with more authority than any of the others. Stiles looked up, suddenly remembering that he'd been watched by the leaders the whole time. He felt himself blush. "To prove it, tell everyone the names of the wolves that claimed you."
"Derek and Peter," he answered immediately ,surprised that he knew what the wolves had names.
She smiled. "From now on, you're the property of Derek and Peter. You may leave when you're ready."
With that, the leaders stood from their seats and left.
The teen slowly got up, Peter, the one that he sucked, nudged him along. Stiles held onto the wolf as he stood, realizing just how big they were. He didn't think they got that big, somehow that made him smile knowing his protectors were so big. Limping away, he was flanked by Derek and Peter back to his family tent. The two wolves playfully nipped at the naked boy's ass and legs, licking the cum that was leaking from Stiles's hole. When they got there, they were greeted by his father's own wolf that looked up from the sleeping man's side. He didn't growl but looked at the two new wolves in suspicion before going back to sleep. Stiles fell into his fur covered bed, ready for sleep after the very eventful day he had. Immediately, he was surrounded by the two wolves, draping themselves over their boy. Stiles couldn't wait to spend more time with his wolves, especially when they would use him again.