Screaming. Roaring. The sound of thunder. A crack of lightning. The smell of burning flesh, or singing fur, and the taste of soot in his mouth. His senses were overwhelmed. Bloodshed was everywhere, but the rain was so thick that the scent of rain was mixed in with the blood. His feet were carrying him away from the battle, his body moving on its own. It knew his mind had shut down, traumatised, demoralised...whatever. Everything was a blur, the rain made it hard to see, and agony stung at his sides. He’d been cut in multiple places, and he was quite sure an arrow was sticking out of his shoulder. His paws thundered against the ground as he clambered over branches, stumbled over roots and rocks, but he didn’t stop. He just kept running.

The sound of screaming and the rumbling sound of explosions and debris faded into the background as the man, a soldier, a vulpine, slumped against a tree, rainwater running down his body. He clawed and pulled at the front of his chainmail vest, yanking down the collar. It felt too constricting, and his heart was pounding in his chest, hammering with such ferocity. He sucked in a breath and swallowed gulps of air, his body growing more and more slumped the longer he stood there taking it in. His garbs were a mess; he had armour to cover up most of his chest, stomach and sides, but nicks of blades went through the metal, or sliced it completely amidst the explosions and chaos. His shoulder burned with the arrow pointing through it, but he knew how to remove it...or at least, he did. But it’s all still a blur...though, over time, it’s getting easier.

His ass hit the floor and he shuffled, his tail squirming out from its trapped position. He huffed, turning his head to look back the way he came as his tired hand raised towards his shoulder. The adrenaline’s starting to wear off, making him tired. His hand gripped around the shaft of the arrow and, with a grit of his teeth, he snapped it. Thankfully, the entry was clean...all he had to do was pull it out the back. He leaned forward to do so, groaning with the pain as he tried to remove it, forced into an awkwardly bent position.

There was a sound...faint at first, but growing strong, that for a while he didn’t even notice. It was like a quiet warbling whistle, eerie-sounding, like someone singing a haunting melody. When he did finally notice it, confusion crossed the fox’s features, and he raised his head, looking out over the rain. Nothing back the way he came...nothing in front, either. Yet, that whistle was unmistakable, and loud. He could hear it so clearly, even though the rain was falling hard.

“Oh querido, zorro. You’re in quite the pickle, huh?”

A voice, light and airy like a child’s, spoke in his ear with such clarity that the fox jumped in his seat, adrenaline immediately starting to surge through him, giving his body new life. Even in his injured state his movements were quick and nimble, and he scrabbled a good couple of feet away from...wait, who was that?

A child, but...there’s something different about them. They don’t dress like a kid from around the area; his fur, a pristine white that looks strangely unnatural for the region, is covered in a midnight black shawl, so short at the waistline that he can see the white of the boy’s sides, and he has a strange mixture of baggy shorts clasped around digitigrade ankles by wrapped bandages that match in colour to that same shawl. All of that could have been overlooked were it not for the intense and eerie stare coming from the boy; though young, his eyes were blood red and felt like they held much more intent than a boy should have of that age...like the eyes of a killer.

“What? You...what...” The fox couldn’t form a sentence for a moment as he tried to logically piece together what was happening in front of him. Just a short distance away was a warzone, a skirmish happening right in the middle of a village. It would make sense for a boy to have wandered so far out, but that cold, strangely calculating stare and the unsettling grin spreading across his muzzle was...concerning. Was his mind broken by the skirmish? No, there was too much clarity in those eyes.

“Arrow to the shoulder...cuts all over the body...” The boy, some kind of white wolf, tilted his head to the side, shuffling on his bare paws. “You are...en problemas, amigo.”

“Ami...” The fox stammered the word for a moment, trying to understand. “That dialect isn’t from here. Who are you? A spy?”

The man reached for his side, hands fumbling over the hilt of his blade. He pulled it from the scabbard as quickly as he was able to in his sitting position, eventually slipping the tip free from the scabbard and swinging it forward, bringing the blade towards the boy. Should he have pulled a blade on a child? Not really-- hell, in most instances he would have just backed off or told the kid to leave, but the boy unnerved him, and the adrenaline was high. The tip swung dangerously in the wolf pup’s direction, but as soon as the blade dared to inch even just a moment closer, there was the sharp sound of metal on metal, one that immediately triggered the fox’s senses. He bolted upright as his arm swung to the side, his blade completely deflected. He sucked in a breath and immediately scrabbled back. He could see it, in the boy’s hand; a pristine silver sickle...a farmer’s tool, by all accounts, but in that child’s grasp it looked like a deadly weapon.

“S-Stay back!” The man insisted, bringing his arm forward to wave his sword in front of him, but the boy made no move to approach. Instead, he just shrugged his shoulders, making it all the more clear he was armed.

“Cálmate, zorro. It’s not like you could cut me with that blade.” He made a gesture to the fox’s sword and spun the sickle in his hand, before moving it behind his back. When he brought it back forward, the weapon was gone, leaving only his empty hand. Confusion crossed the fox’s face before his eyes danced up to him.

“...What are you?”

“Ah...” The boy made a vague gesture with his hands. “El segador, lobo de la muerte, el abrazo frío...I have many names. In your tongue, what is it...death?”

“Stop joking around.” The fox spat, but a cold chill passed over him when the pup didn’t smile. The man shook his head and gripped tighter to the hilt of his sword. “You can’t be...death. That’s not even a person, and you’re just a child.”

“Death comes in many forms. You know that, don’t you, asesino?” He teased, flashing a toothy grin...he was somehow cuter, but still unnerving, when he smiled. “I’m taking over for the old guy. He’s gone into...divine retirement.”

“Blasphemy,” The fox hissed, dropping his gaze for a moment as he ruminated over the words. “But I’m healthy. I’m not even close to dead yet...you shouldn’t be coming for me.”

He swung his blade forward again, and the boy stepped closer, reaching out a hand. With ease, he pressed the tips of his clawed fingers against the bloodied length of the blade and pushed it to the side, though it wasn’t like the older male was putting up much of a fight or even intended to harm him. Maybe, in some way, he had already resigned to the idea that he was at death’s door...or rather, death was at his. But he still wanted answers. The cub came close enough to stand directly in front of him, enough for the fox to see even minute strands of his white fur and tucked-in stomach, peeking out every so often beneath his poncho.

“Let’s just say I have a complicated relationship with fate.” The boy smirked, and his smug expression ticked the fox off, a little. “You’ll be coming with me, Sebastian...after I’ve put an end to you.”

The fact the boy knew his name made the fox’s blood run cold. There was no way the cub could have known that unless he was a spy...or he was telling the truth. But Sebastian’s just a low-rank soldier, not even something worth thinking about; there’s no chance a spy would be coming for him. At the realisation, his sword hand drooped and he slumped back. The tree wasn’t behind him after his short scrabble and manoeuvring, and as he leant back, his head just the grass. He stared up at the dark night sky and let out a long exhale, his eyes lidding over for a moment. His body was heavy, filled with resignation and irritation.

“I know that look.” The boy’s head appeared in his field of view, pearly whites and blood-red eyes looking down at him. “Unfinished business, hm?”

“I...” The fox frowned. “I was meant to be finishing my contract soon. I was going to use the money to settle down and get married.”

“Eh, marriage is perhaps not as wonderful as you’re hoping it will be,” The pup speaks with a peculiar matureness that throws the fox off guard. “What you want is sex, yes?”

Sebastian grimaced. If this boy was meant to be the unholy grim reaper, or something, then it made sense he’d seem quite mature for what his age looked like...but there was something off-putting in talking about sex with someone who looked like they could be 10 or 11 years old. Despite that, the vulpine let out a sigh; there were worse things to do on death’s door, even if he didn’t feel like he was dying.

“Well...sure,” He felt embarrassed even talking about it. “I don’t know. I’ve only done it a few times.”

“Bah,” The boy scoffed, enough for Sebastian’s previously averted gaze to snap to him. “Well, let’s never say I’m not generous. I’ll grant you this wish, just this once, zorro bello. My body should suffice, right?”

Sebastian thought he had heard it all; it had already stunned him to know that his life was coming to an end, and not by his own hand...somehow, he didn’t think he could get any more surprised. Yet, here he was. He parted his muzzle and stared wide-eyed at the cub for a moment, moving only to blink, as his mind tried to process what exactly he’d said. He hadn’t misheard-- in fact, he’d heard him a little too well.

“You’re joking, right?” The fox asked quietly, under his breath. All the wolf did was grin in response.

“No. What, are you not interested?” The boy reached for just under his poncho, fingers toying with the hem of his cloth pants. They looked like they had some sort of cord running through them to keep them up, since the pup’s hips were so flat. Sebastian immediately looked away when he saw the boy start to slip it down. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was; such things were not something anyone should say out loud.

“Don’t do that.” Sebastian grumbled, though he knew from the tingling in his loins that he was most definitely interested, despite his apprehension. It seemed like the boy knew it, too; he deliberately stepped over the fox’s body, putting one paw on his stomach as he stepped up onto him and over to his other side. The weight of the boy was practically nothing to the fox, who had been training with a sword for years, but for some reason there was a heaviness to his touch that made the vulpine flinch. He glanced up at the boy, the view and eroticism of it not lost on him, as the wolf grinned down with his pearly white teeth. The smudge of grey fur that crossed the bridge of his nose looked odd from the angle Sebastian was staring at him at, but what was more obvious was how much the fox could see underneath that poncho-- the boy was totally topless under there, and he had a slim, boyish body, with darkened nipples.

“Do not worry,” The pup smiled in a way that unsettled the fox. “I know what I’m doing.”

He squatted down, positioning himself above the fox, and Sebastian hesitated as he became aware of the proximity between them, the boy’s body inching closer and closer to his. Perhaps he should have realised what the cub’s intentions were before, but it became obvious when the pup slipped from his stomach and moved between his legs, his hands pushing the fox’s legs aside with ease. It wasn’t for the lack of resistance, however; Sebastian had been firm and kept his limbs rigid, but the boy was a lot stronger than he looked. Sebastian was easily manhandled, and apprehension swelled and formed in his gut as the wolf’s hands stroked up his thighs and around towards his crotch. The vulpine didn’t want to admit it, but his arousal was plain to see, even through the leather pants. Tiny hands worked to get them undone, moving with a dexterity that gave Sebastian the impression he’d done this many times before, in one way or another...but how could he, being so young?

A hiss escaped the vulpine’s mouth as the tight fastening of the cord, that looped and criss-crossed around the front of his waist, came undone through the wolf’s efforts. As it parted, the fluff of the vulpine’s fur came through the gaps, and the boy deliberately dragged his hand down, stroking it along the obvious hard mass hidden beneath the clothes. Sebastian let out a quiet groan as pleasure crept up his spine from the touch, and he had to fight his body not to shudder from the sensation-- it felt good, perhaps a little too good. He closed his eyes for a moment to truly relish it, before he snapped them open as he felt the wolf’s digits deliberately sinking into the pubic fluff of his crotch. It was damp with the rain...wait, the rain? He looked up for a moment, only to find that it had stopped...and the forest was quiet. He looked back down to the boy just in time for their eyes to meet.

“Que? I’m just getting it out.” His young red eyes glinted with mischief as his fingers delved, smaller digits coiling and groping until they inevitably found the twitching turgidness of the vulpine’s length. Sebastian’s mass pulsed with such fervent need that it made him such in a breath and spasm, a flush of embarrassment rushing through his body, intermingled with shame. He turned his head to the side and his ears folded down as he felt those small white-furred digits tuck under the twitching length of his cock, and with some gentle, purposed tugs, the member slipped free, base-first, and then the rest.

Sebastian knew he had a good size to him, but he didn’t expect the pup to grip him so nonchalantly. In his mind, the fantasy of this, with a cub his age-- well, perceived age, he supposed-- was one of innocence, full of compliments. This was wholly different and...strange. His member throbbed greedily in the wolf’s grip regardless, but the way those small hands expertly stroked up and down his cock made him feel uneasy.

“Your eyes are nervous, but your body is not,” The boy pointedly marks his shame unabashedly, and in response Sebastian’s body tenses.

“I just...thought it’d be different,” Sebastian clears his throat. “This isn’t my first, but...”

“Ah,” The wolf clicks his tongue. “You like the innocence, yes? Wow, mister, your thingy is so massive!”

His taunting proved a point; the vulpine’s cock bounced with the cub’s words and the wolf deliberately stroked from back to tip to tease him further, making his body shudder with the sensation. Sebastian had to grit his teeth to suppress a shaky exhale, and in response, the wolf giggled in an uncharacteristically boyish sort of way, before he cleared his throat.

“Bah, I’m not really one for roleplay. Let’s just enjoy it for what it is, yes?” The boy leaned forward, and Sebastian flicked his gaze back to catch the wolf staring at him, those red eyes glinting with mischief, as the boy bowed his head and hovered his small muzzle inches from the tip of the vulpine humanoid-shaped member. The tip of it swelled and pulsed with need, reacting to the soft, subtle breaths coming from that young muzzle, and Sebastian sucked in a breath, his heart hammering with anticipation. A mixture of need and shame bubbled through him as he saw the mouth drift lower and lower, inch by inch, deliberately taking its time until, finally, heat touched with the head of his cock. It’s so delicately soft and inviting that it’s impossible for Sebastian not to let out an approving sigh, delight spreading through his body.

His eyes trail down, taking in the sight of the wolf pup, and he grimaced and averted his gaze when he saw the cub staring right back with a knowing twinkle in his eye, before a spasm of heat and pleasure surged through Sebastian's groin as the wolf slid down, his muzzle opening and readily accepting the length as it dragged down, all the way to the base. For the boy to take so much felt so wrong, and yet....the fox was secretly delighted. With the white wolf’s muzzle bowed all the way down, his eyes couldn’t meet Sebastian’s own, and the vulpine sneakily stared down at him, watching how his muzzle sank and twisted to taste every inch of his length. The temptation to reach out a hand was strong, but...frankly, the cub scared him a little bit. The wisdom beyond his age, how easily he has Sebastian in his hand...he didn’t want to push it.

The boy hovered at the base, his muzzle pausing as Sebastian felt that tongue dance and suckle over every inch of his member, his tongue primarily spreading, smearing and lapping along the underside of the member, and around the base of the cock, threatening to stick out to touch the vulpine’s balls. Sebastian was almost entirely certain he could feel the head of his cock nudging and pressing down into the cub’s throat, muscles squeezing around the tip, and just the sensation of that alone made him quietly take in shuddering, slow breaths, his eyelids fluttering briefly as pressure formed in his loins. He could already tell he was going to cum quickly; he could feel it building so rapidly that he couldn’t even bring himself to tell the boy to stop.

With a suctioning slurp, the pup abruptly pulled back, taking in a breath as he withdrew until his muzzle hovered around the tip, his muzzle just barely covering up the glans. He brought his gaze up just in time for Sebastian to avert his, and the vulpine trembled with sensitivity as he felt that young, small tongue working circles around the twitching health of his length, greedy hands squeezing every sticky, spit-covered, exposed inch, all the way to the base.

“S-Stop, stop, I...” Sebastian sucked in another breath as he spoke, his muscles tensing as he tried his best to hold on, and at his words the wolf pulled back. There was frustration and relief, part of him glad to have ‘more time’, but the other desperate to cum. His member bounced in the air untouched, throbbing and oozing a delicate, small bead of pre-seed trickled down the underside of his member, mixing with the spit. The fox slumped back, his muscles relaxing as his groin ached, desperate to be touched; his mind fought with deep, instinctual desires, and he overcame them. When he raised his gaze, he found the boy staring at him again, a grin spread across his young face, but this time he didn’t taunt him...at least, not initially.

Sebastian watched with wide eyes as the boy started to undress, starting from the bottom and working his way up. His thumbs tucked down into the waistband of his brown linen pants, so simple despite who they seemingly belonged to, and with deliberately slow tugs the cub inched it further and further down, revealing more of the fluff of white-ish grey fur beneath. The slimness of his young hips and the lack of fluffy, heavy pubic fur around the top of what should be his crotch made the vulpine’s mouth go dry, need and desire rushing through, quickly quashed with shame and irritation. He shouldn’t be feeling so...lustful. What’s gotten into him? He barely had time to think about it, especially when the wolf in front of him unabashedly pushed further and further, until the adult fox came face to face with something his eyes should never have fallen upon.

Fluffy white-grey fur, a tiny, fuzzy pouch, and a stiff little prick, with a glistening pink tip poking from between a taut, tugged foreskin that hugged just above the glans; that’s what the fox’s eyes inevitably fell upon, and all his shame and anxiety was pushed to the back of his mind in favour of an uncontrollable lust. It coiled in him like a hungry beast and clawed at his throat, dragging away any moisture as his mouth went dry and his heart skipped a beat. It was mesmerising to look at; a cock so young that was so turgidly hard, twitching with its own arousal...with an interest in him. He could barely peel his eyes away, but when he did wrench them upwards, he could see the boy staring down at him with a lidded, amused expression. He stuck his tongue out and deliberately licked all the way around, from one cheek to the next, as his small hands pushed his pants down further. They unceremoniously dropped to his knees and clung to his slender calves before a shift and a tug had them loose enough for him to awkwardly step out of them, or try to; bandaged wraps around his digitigrade ankles kept them firm, but a little more tugging loosened the cloth, and they delicately slipped from his legs and paws.

“Your senses are stirred, si?” The wolf asked, rolling his shoulders around as he lifted his arms up, letting the poncho slip out and over the front of his muzzle, where he easily shrugged it off further and let it drop to the floor with his pants. Seeing him utterly in the nude, compared to the vulpine’s significantly overdressed self, felt like such a stark contrast that somehow made the scenario all the more erotic. It was obvious in the way Sebastian’s cock bounced wildly, pre-cum needily oozing from the end, that he enjoyed the sight, craved it even. His hands instinctively came to his own pants, not to touch his cock, but to start sneaking down his pants further; he pushed until they were at his knees, and the pup retreated enough for him to be able to lift his legs and remove the garments, along with the metal guards for his shins.

It felt a little exposing but also arousing to slip off his pants, along with the wrapped cloth underwear beneath. The last time he’d been more or less naked around another person was when he was changing or bathing with some of his platoon...though who knows where they are now, and there was nothing remotely sexual about it. His legs were slender but muscular, and a tingle of mixed desire and unease seeped through him when he kicked off the last of the chaps and armour and spread his legs, inadvertently showing himself off. The contours of his muscles more or less paved sinewy bumps and lines that led towards his crotch, where his cock hung and bobbed up and down, not nearly enough blood to force it directly upright. He wouldn’t have been so nervous were it not for the eerily hungry expression on the boy’s eyes-- the naked cub soaked in his spread position and loins like a predator who’d found their dinner for the night.

“Vaya, zorro...I like what I see,” The wolf licks his young lips again, abruptly squatting his body down. “If it makes you feel more comfortable, I am just as excitado, mi amigo.”

“A-A little...” Sebastian muttered, though it was hard to say one way or the other. He sucked in a breath and tensed as the wolf drew closer, the pup’s hand reaching out to stroke from the vulpine’s knee down towards his inner thigh, inching ever closer to his crotch. Sebastian was so ready for that cub to touch him, especially now that he could see every inch of the boy’s body, his senses alight with the desperate need to bury himself deep in that behind. The cub, however, had different plans.

He perhaps should have expected, from the way the boy had already acted around him, that something would happen, or that it wouldn’t go his way...but he admittedly hadn’t thought about it, too wrapped up in his own interests, his own desire, to see otherwise. It all became clear when the pup wrapped an arm under his leg, tucking up to the knee, and lifted it up. It was already relatively bent, so Sebastian didn’t think anything of it at first, but anxiety brushed through him when the cub lifted the vulpine’s leg higher and higher. The more his legs were raised, the more the fox had to shuffle, awkwardly pushing his behind forwards as his back dragged against the tree, scraping the armour. He didn’t even feel pain any more, nor did he even really notice it.

Before he knew it, the back of his neck and some of his head were scraping with the bark and dirt of the tree’s base, and most of his body was laid against the floor, with his legs high in the air, higher than he was expecting. The wolf’s hand was purposefully placed to the back of the man’s knee and held him with surprising strength, and as the wolf cub’s hand withdrew to adjust, he lifted his slender naked leg and planted his digitigrade paw straight onto the thick muscle of Sebastian’s upper leg. There was something mildly erotic and humiliating about feeling every dexterous toe of the boy’s paw directly on his fur and flesh, and he could feel them curl, claws grazing against his leg, as if the cub knew what he was thinking.

“Mmh, this...this is what I want.” The boy’s tone was husky, dripping with arousal, and it was both mildly exhilarating and also strangely uncomfortable to Sebastian to hear the boy more turned on and horny than he was. The wolf’s hands trailed down, brushing with the vulpine’s length before reaching the pouch of his balls, where they tucked up as Sebastian instinctively clenched his muscles. He hissed with unease when the wolf lingered, claw tips grazing the sensitive flesh, before he abruptly dipped further, much to the fox’s surprise and further discomfort. He could feel it, even if he couldn’t see it; small, delicate digits probed and rubbed around his virgin entrance. He’d never taken anything back there, never even considered it. In fact, most of his interest had been in women...he’d only ever thought of men in private, in the confines of his own mind. Feeling something down there was...now how he was expecting his night to go.

“Wait, I, uh...” Sebastian squirmed a little, realising he was in an awkward, compromising position. He tried to lift his chest and head up, and watched as the pup placed a hand on the back of his other leg, keeping him particularly well-spread as the naked cub assumed a position, of sorts. His other hand still loosely rubbed and groped over his behind, trailing in circles around his hole from the feel of it, before he withdrew his digits to bring them to his own cock. He grasped the base of it, swinging his member up and down, the tip of it damp with pre-cum, before he angled it down and bowed his hips, sinking himself lower and closer to the vulpine’s forbidden spot.

Sebastian took in another breath, watching as the cub’s little package sailed down past where he could see, and his heartbeat quickened, hammering hard in his chest, as the anticipation and suspense became more and more intense. Eventually, he felt it; a warmth that pressed to his entrance and spread, sending a mixed aroused and nervous tingle straight up his spine. Fuck. This was not how he wanted this to go. A blowjob would have been perfect. Getting under the kid’s tail? Even better. But having the kid fuck him instead? Nothing could have prepared him for this.

A spike of discomfort, followed by a surprising warmth, made the vulpine shakily exhale, and he knew that the boy was in him. The wolf’s face was the picture of confidence as his body bowed and his hips pressed forward, followed by a barely audible sound indicating his entry, the ‘wetness’ of it all but palpable as pre-cum smeared to every contour of flesh in the vulpine’s behind. Sebastian tensed up just a little more, his muscles clenching and his cheeks squeezing as the boy sank deeper, but it wasn’t as if he was trying to block him out; he’d just never taken a cock before. Soon enough, it was all the way in him, pressed to the very base, and it’s hard to deny how hot it feels to have the cub’s young body pushed up so nearly against his own ass...and that pose. Sebastian can see and envision most of it just by looking; the bent leg, the foot on his thigh...it’s hot. Being overpowered is hot.

“Your face is a divertido, zorro,” The boy teased, his eyes flashing with a mixture of mischief and smouldering desire. “I could tell by looking at you. You like this.”

“S...Shut up.” Sebastian turned his gaze away, suddenly feeling quite shy, and the tickle of boyish laughter that came from the wolf’s muzzle all but cemented the reality; he was getting topped by a child. A potentially supernatural force-of-nature child, but still. The fox gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the very obvious throbbing of his cock-- the cub’s teasing was humiliating enough.

“Get ready, chico.” The cub warned, but Sebastian could see it for himself; the wolf leaned back, holding onto the fox’s ankle with one hand and resting his arm on his own propped-up knee, and his hips dragged back, until he was maybe halfway out-- it was hard to tell, really-- before he plunged in, thrusting with enough force to make his little nuts slap against Sebastian’s adult backside. The fox grimaced, not out of discomfort but from how fucking good it felt just to be thrust into, and his expression must have delighted the wolf, for the cub’s eyes flared and widened only briefly with such intense desire that Sebastian was starting to doubt he was even a boy at all.

The cub started a sensual rhythm, moving slowly at first as his hips rocked and ploughed down into the fox’s ass, but he gained speed quickly, as if he’d been waiting for Sebastian to loosen up enough. Though, honestly, it didn’t feel like the boy was getting a snug fit; Sebastian felt every invading inch of that cock, but apart from the initial semi-dry entry, there was barely any discomfort at all. It didn’t even reach that far, not enough to stimulate anything more than Sebastian’s senses; just the act of being fucked alone combined with the situation he was in was enough to make his cock throb and form a little puddle of pre-cum against his armour. Each thrust made the fox’s cheeks jiggle and his cock and balls bounce, albeit subtly, and with each passing moment the act of their sex grew wetter as more pre-cum made the wolf’s thrusts feel slick.

Sebastian observed, taking in every sense; the smell of smoke from the battlefield nearby, the panting of the boy above him, his intense stare and parted muzzle...even the flex of his toes as the cub tried to find slightly better purchase and adjust every handful of moments. The boy occasionally thrust down with force, like he was trying to incite a reaction, and it worked; when he rammed with some strength, it made Sebastian’s toes curl and his body tense up, even to the point of causing his ears to fold, but it was all out of instinct rather than any actual pain. Just as quickly as those moments came, they passed, and the boy lapsed back into his quickened rhythm again. It didn’t take long for the fox to start panting in his own way, though he didn’t feel nearly as exerted as the boy looked.

His moans were cute, though; the cub above him occasionally let out a sigh of pleasure, but more often than not he was half-growling, half-moaning, like an animal driven by instinct, and the thought of it turned Sebastian on quite a bit. It was odd to be the interest of someone else’s affection, especially someone so young; he always thought that might be reserved for a pretty girl at a tavern, or something. Though, if the night was going to end how he thought, then this would be an experience he’d be taking to his grave anyway...and that’d be arriving very soon.

The boy started to pick up speed again, thrusting faster and faster, and his position changed slightly too. He started to hunch over a little, and his hand dragged down the vulpine’s ankle all the way to his knee and finally to the musculature of his upper leg, where he placed a hand on the back of his thigh to keep his legs spread. He teetered there for a moment, hovering as his hips bowed and pumped, before he suddenly slowed and lifted his other leg. To Sebastian’s surprise, he planted his young paw directly down on his thigh, in the same fashion as his other foot, and the balance they had shifted, causing the boy to wobble. He looked surprised for a moment, but the Vulpine reached up, instinctively putting a hand on his chest so he didn’t fall, and he strained to try and straighten his legs out to keep them out of the way.

“Concerned for me, Zorro?” The wolf panted, licking his lips in a way that made Sebastian feel like he was being undressed.

“You just...looked like you were going to fall.” The fox mumbled, his expression souring, and the boy giggled again. 

“I have good balance.” The boy replied, muttering something in a different language under his breath, and his hands moved down to plant onto Sebastian’s chest as he squatted his knees, kneading himself deep. This was a weird position, but still unfathomably hot; how was he able to keep him so spread with such little weight? The cub can’t weigh that much...

He started to thrust again, and it felt fundamentally different. The boy could get deeper than before, perhaps because of the angle, and he did so roughly, plunging his hips with force like he had before, only much more often. Each thrust down made a wet slap against the fox’s naked behind, and each time he plunged that deeply, there was a tickling spike of pleasure deep in the vulpine’s body...was the cub hitting where he thought he was? If that was the case, things would have an explosive ending soon; Sebastian was already leaking quite a bit, but having the cub hit such a tender spot inside him was going to make him bust in just a few pumps. A humiliating whimper came from Sebastian’s muzzle, but it seemed like the boy behind heard it around his own mumbling. He wasn’t familiar with the language that much, but it kind of seemed like the boy was swearing, maybe even dirty talking, to himself.

“S-Slow down, wait--” Sebastian warned, but that was a mistake. All it did was encourage the cub to thrust harder and faster, and the vulpine’s continued complaints were cut off by his own groaning. He reached out with his hands in an attempt to get the boy to his senses, but in a blur that was so fast he didn’t have time to react, the cub had grabbed his wrists and pulled them down, forcing them under his young hands and against the fox’s chest. Sebastian strained to try to move his arms, but it was as he expected before: the boy was freakishly strong.

Sebastian raised his gaze from his arms to the cub’s face to find the boy staring straight at him, his muzzle moving as he spoke, his eyes boring straight into the fox’s soul. He kept it up for a few moments, staring directly into him, before the wolf’s eyelids started to flutter, and his eyes rolled up a little, breaking the eye contact. The boy’s thrusts became irregular, and sped up for just a handful of moments as his toes curled sharply enough for the claws to nick against Sebastian’s thighs, and the cub’s legs trembled.

“Hnn, ooh, mierda...” The boy mumbled, plunging deep, shuddering and taking in sucking, gulping breaths. He moaned a few more times, more intense than the last, and his boyish mumblings shifted into sharpened grunts. He strained, pressed deep for a moment before abruptly sliding back about halfway, but it was indication enough for the fox; he could feel the turgid twitching, the powerful throbbing, but there was no flood of warmth, no fluids pressing to the deepest, most intimate parts of him. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but what he got was still just as good; whether the cub’s orgasm was dry or not, he was still...well, orgasming.

It was almost enough to send Sebastian over the edge himself, but he was unlucky. He squirmed beneath the boy, huffing through gritted teeth, and he groaned out in frustration as he was unable to cum. It would have been the perfect moment to time his orgasm with the boy’s own, to bust all over his chest just as the boy was busting into him, but he was instead forced to lay there as the boy held him down, emptying his tiny nuts into his deflowered adult ass. For a moment the cub hovered there, sighing with relief and exertion of sex, before he pushed down and pressed all the way to the base, his head drooping. Then, just as quickly as he had overpowered Sebastian and fucked him, he slid back, his paws brushing across Sebastian’s thighs and his hands withdrawing until his feet touched the grass.

It was good to move his arms, and his first instinct was to grab his cock and jerk off faster than he ever had before, but he relented, instead looking up at the wolf with a mixture of indignation and need. Fuck, he was hot, and cute; seeing him standing there, looking flushed but pleased, with a sticky little cock that was already half-limp and spent, was fucking hot. The fox kept the thought to himself, though he had no doubt it was probably written all over his face. His legs flopped back down, aching from the previous position, and he spread them out to relax himself.

“What? No mutual satisfaction?” Sebastian argued, perhaps stepping over the line a little, and he watched as the boy snapped his gaze down to the vulpine’s erection and back up again, smirking. He stepped forward and leant over the fox, putting a hand on the tree.

“Are you frustrated, zorro? Don’t worry, I’ll satisfy you...in my own way.” He shifted and lifted a leg, and Sebastian’s eyes widened as the cub stepped directly down onto his cock. Considering how heavy he’d been before, there was a brief flash of fear that jumped through his body when paw met cock, but he relaxed when he didn’t abruptly feel crushed.

“R-Really? Just with that? You could...” He trailed down when the boy dragged his foot from the halfway mark up towards the tip, and curled his toes in a way that pressed every individual pawpad up against the glans at the top. Sebastian couldn’t fight the shudder that ripped through him. His paw was soft, the pads smooth, and despite the rain, it wasn't dirty...must be some supernatural thing.

“Ah, quieres mi culo, zorro?” The wolf grinned, that mischievous spark in his eye. “But this is already enough for you, no?”

“You...” Sebastian couldn’t deny it, especially when the paw dragged back and then forwards again, pressing down firmly enough to make pre-cum ooze from the end of the vulpine’s member. Sebastian sucked in a breath and rocked his hips up against the paw, his cock twitching beneath the black paw pads, and it takes only a few strokes to send Sebastian to the point of no return. His groaning was indicative enough of it, and in response, the naked wolf boy dragged his foot back and forth a little faster, until he abruptly brought his paw all the way to the tip. He dexterously grabbed the man’s cock with his toes and pulled it into an upright position, holding the tip of it between the crease between his toepads and the main pawpad. Sebastian was going to cum any second, and the cub was dragging it out too long. He nudged up against the foot, and the wolf spread his toes, deliberately shoving the glans between the tight crevice between the two of them, smearing pre-cum down as he went.

Sebastian’s orgasm was explosive; a thick spurt of cum shot from the tip, picking out between the toes, and splattered directly up in a messy arc that landed right on the top of the cub’s paw. The wolf brought his foot back up and curled his toes around the tip of the fox’s member as another spurt, with less power behind it, smeared and spread between the toes, oozing down the length of the vulpine’s cock. With each spurt and throb, it painted the sole of the cub’s foot, messing the paw pads, shooting with enough force sometimes to spread cum across the top of his foot, whilst the rest of it dribbled down, stickily spreading across the fox’s fur at the base of his member. Sebastian rolled his head back, his eyes closed, as relief and ecstasy washed over him. It was, without a doubt, the best orgasm of his life...and as the clarity beyond the climax set in, he realised it was going to be his last.

Silence fell between them for a moment as the wolf withdrew his paw, and the fox’s cock flopped backwards, slapping against his stomach and spreading cum against his armour. For a while the fox laid there with his eyes closed, before he straightened his head up and opened his eyes...only to find himself face-to-face with the cub’s paw.

“What?” The wolf tilted his head. “You made a mess. Limpiario, zorro.”

Sebastian recoiled, but knew he had no room to argue. He lifted his hands and gingerly held the boy’s ankle with them as he brought his head forward, sticking out his tongue. He licked the bottom of the cub’s paw, the salty taste of cum on his tongue as he scooped up what he could and swallowed it down, shuddering from the displeasure of its taste. The boy deliberately teased him by wiggling his toes when Sebastian got to them, and the fox shot him a look as he brought each toe into his mouth individually to clean them, inevitably having to go as far as to shove his tongue between each digit to lick between them. It didn’t take long, but every second of it was agonising, arousing, and humiliating. All the while, the boy watched him.

“Is this fun to you?” Sebastian argued as he lapped at the top of the boy’s paw, almost done with licking off the last of it. “I’m going to go to the afterlife, and you’re humiliating me.”

“Ah, about that...” The boy seemed to hesitate for a moment, before he grinned wider. “I have authority, you see. I get to choose. And you...well, I feel bad for you, zorro. I’ll let you live a little longer.”

“What?” Sebastian snapped his gaze up, his eyes widening, his hand still holding the paw. “You’re...letting me live?”

The wolf’s eyes glint with something deeper in his expression, his ankle wiggling in Sebastian’s grip. “I do not choose easily. Don’t make me regret it, zorro.”

Sebastian’s hands fell as the boy withdrew his leg. Did he just...prostitute himself for a chance at life? Or was the wolf just merciful? Or was he being duped all along? He looked down at his hands for a moment, at his nakedness, before he raised his head. He had more questions. More things to ask. He needed to know the boy was telling the truth.

But he was gone. There were no clothes, no poncho or pants. There weren’t even footprints in the grass. Every trace of him was gone.

Sebastian blinked, turning his head, looking left and right. He couldn’t see anything in the distance of the forest...only the smell of smoke, and the taste of cum in his throat, and the faint sound of someone whistling in the distance.