Story by Custos
(Original posting 13 October 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Suel commission: Manly Needs

“I will be gone for a month. Maybe two. Depends on how quickly I can seduce this spirit beast to bond with me.”

The graceful wolvar huntress Jerv is packing up her gear as she playfully fights off the advances of her druid mate Suel, also a wolvar, who is so worked up he can barely walk straight. Jerv went into heat not long before, which had triggered the male’s own biological needs, and the two had been rutting for several blissful days before the former had worked up the mental fortitude to resume her mission.

Rumours of a spirit beast, a handsome stud of a moose buck, in the mountainous region of Stormheim had reached Jerv’s ears. And being an avid lover of spirit beasts, she decided to throw in her hat and attempt to seduce this magnificent creature to bond with her and adventure by her side like she had done with so many others before him. Her menagerie of companions was large and fruitful, as can be attested to the wolf and boar watching on in their light blue hue, the former crackling with the stormy static of electricity. The two male beast companions amused by Suel’s apparent desperation, yet vigilant for any invitation from their mistress to join in on the fun themselves.

- “Just one more time before you go, Jerv? How can any red-blooded male survive without your embrace that long?!”

Suel is mostly joking, playful as he is with his mate, but there is a core of truth in his words. He’ll miss her severely, especially when her pheromones have triggered his own rampant virility. The biological urge to reproduce so strong that they nearly forgot their natural remedies to prevent an unwanted expansion of their little family. Having so many beastly companions is enough for the moment.

Jerv smiles sweetly at her mate, pecking a kiss onto his nose as she slides out of Suel’s reaching arms with a teasing wiggle of her voluptuous backside: “The boys will soothe any need for company you have, my sweet. Can’t have this spirit think they’re competition, so they’ll be staying right here. You know Gullin especially loves to receive your manly rod.”

The spirit boar perks his ears as he hears his name, the porcine laying close to his brother Skoll the spirit wolf who is eagerly licking his own sheath to soothe his own needs. Gullin oinks cheerfully, which draws Suel to turn around and smile at his mate’s beastly lover: “Ah, well. I suppose we’ll have a few months of boys time only, then. Still, regardless. I’ll miss you. Stay safe, my sweet.”

The two wolvar embrace and kiss passionately, Suel completely naked and grinding his exposed erection from his sheath into his lover’s clothed loins, Jerv taking the opportunity for a nice last grope of her mate’s ass. They hug for a minute or two, enjoying each other’s warmth, before Jerv draws back and darts out of the tent without another glance. Lest the moment becomes painful.

Suel sighs and turns to face the two spirit beasts on the pile of leathers and furs that he and his mate call their bed. The hides are drenched through and through with the scent of their lovemaking earlier these days, and the pheromones left behind don’t miss their effect.

Sliding up in between the two handsome virile male beasts, the brown-and-white patterned wolvar snuggles with them and tests the waters of their willingness to accommodate his needs in this moment. Gently sliding his hands to the underbellies of both feral creatures and gently stroking the sheaths of both Skoll and Gullin, causing the wolf’s crackling static energy to increase and raise the hairs on Suel’s fur: “Hey, boys. I’m gonna miss your mistress something fierce. Wanna help me feel less lonely?”

If the feral beasts could chuckle, they would. They know the playful nature of their mistress’s companion fully well. And they have participated plenty before in ‘soothing’ Suel’s needs as well as hers. Skoll turns over onto his back, exposing the fattening sheath between his legs as the tip of his wolf cock is already emerging. Gullin’s sheath is thickening as well, but the boar enjoys anal stimulation much more, thus he friskily turns his muscular ass cheeks towards the wolvar and lifts his tail to expose his pucker. The tiny opening is already winking, beckoning for Suel’s touch, framed by the large virile boar balls underneath.

Suel needing no further invitation is briefly torn between his two willing male lovers offering him entry into paradise, albeit in different ways. The wolvar cuddles up into Skoll’s warm furry belly, chest to chest, as he and the wolf briefly make out while their fat sheaths and cocks frot into each other with long needy grinds. Their tongues, pink and blue, swirl around each other as they explore the other’s mouth and fangs. Leaving strands of spittle between the two as Suel grabs Skoll’s hips and grinds his black feral shaped canine cock right up against the beast’s.

The two of them turn their attention to the patiently waiting piggy, Gullin snorting and oinking happily as the wild dance between the tongues resumes between his muscular ass cheeks. The boar grinds into the hides and squeals in delight as both Suel and Skoll try to dig their tongues deeper, together or in turn, lubricating and stretching the sensitive thirstily winking anus for what is to come. The tip of Gullin’s corkscrew-shaped penis is already wriggling out in the open, futilely searching for a warm slick orifice of its own to sink into. Squirting firm tiny spritzes of precum onto the hides and furs, dousing them and adding his own manly scent to that of Suel and Jerv.

Suel has his hand secured tightly around the two canine cocks between him and Skoll, keeping them firmly together as he thrusts rhythmically and methodically, while the spirit animal hunches wildly and uncontrollably: “Good boy, Skoll. You’re such a sexy stud of a wolf. Wanna ruin my hole as I impregnate Gullin?”

The spirit beast needn’t be invited twice, the wolf already eagerly crawling up onto all fours as Suel kneels behind the large and powerful boar. Skoll’s tongue now darts deeply between the wolvar’s buns, preparing his mistress’s mate for what is to come as his stormy electrical charge energises both of his sexual lovers’s vitality. It never fails to make both Suel and Gullin rock-hard, and Jerv soaking wet.

The potent wolvar male revels in Gullin’s strong build, sliding his palms all over the powerful boar’s muscular back and legs, gently guiding himself inside that warm inviting hole. As soon as the black pointy tip of his canine cock touches that slick hot ring, it is promptly drawn inside as if sucked in by a mouth, without having to push at all. Gullin oinks contentedly, the emptiness filled with the warm hard cock of his bipedal lover. Suel’s knot is still securely hidden by his sheath, but the sensitive bulb makes the wolvar revel in pleasure as soon as it too is kissed by the spirit boar’s heated anal muscle, his balls gently bumping into Gullin’s as they’re dwarfed by the boar’s scrotal size.

“Ah, Gullin. You’re such a hot stud of a male! If you want me bigger or different, I can shift if you want. Horse, bear, cat, whatever you need up that sexy ass of yours.”

Gullin’s eyes twinkle, responding to his master’s lewd suggestions playfully as he oinks. On a deeper level, Suel knows that his male lovers enjoy his body just the way he is. But being able to shift can add spice to an already perfect sexual ménage à trois.

Feeling Skoll’s paws grab his hips, locking the wolvar in place, it is Suel’s turn to brace as the heated tip of the wolf’s crackling blue cock is placed against his warm lubricated pucker. The wolvar rests his weight onto Gullin’s back, reaching around him underneath the pig’s belly to grasp the thin long penis from both sides and playfully toy around with the corkscrew tip as he waits to be invaded. The spirit boar’s muscles jolt in a pleasant reflex as soon as Suel grabs his cock, pushing the wolvar up and onto Skoll’s tip as the three of them gasp out in pleasure.

Suel is in pure bliss, sandwiched between two heavy warm virile males, cock firmly buried in a tight hot hole and a firm flexing wolf spear equally buried deeply inside of him.

There is no time to savour the moment, though, as Skoll roughly starts humping into the wolvar’s backside. The static electricity in the air intensifies greatly, causing both Suel and Gullin’s fur and mane to stand on end. Each rough thrust and withdrawal causes Suel’s pucker to clench and tighten in each vain attempt of retaining the pulsing wolf cock inside before being battered oh so pleasurably as the thick knot is smashed into it next. Suel is hunching in equal desperate need into Gullin’s firm backside, his front arms locked around the pig like Skoll is doing with him, fondling and grabbing at the boar’s hefty swinging balls as Suel reverently weighs their heft in awe.

The tent is filled with the wet smacking sounds of balls and knots, and filled with the overwhelming scent of virile male sex. As is the case with most feral animals, orgasm is quick and unannounced, and Suel and Gullin are literally shocked by a low voltage jolt as Skoll throws his head back into his neck and howls in climax. The glowing bright blue knot is forcibly shoved inside Suel’s ass. The pleasurably painful pressure combined with the suddenly shock of Skoll’s release jolts the wolvar’s hips forward and equally lock his black sensitive knot deeply within Gullin’s bowels, making the pig squeal in lewd delight.

A torrent of hot semen floods both Suel and Gullin’s backsides, Skoll’s teeth digging in deeply into the groaning wolvar’s neck as both he and the wolf unleash their seed into their respective warm wet holes. The wolvar purrs out, squished between the two hot heavy bodies as both the cock inside of him and his own pulse with their heartbeats, jetting forth powerful spurts of semen inside each other.

After a minute or two of quietly caressing and grooming one another, Skoll licking the superficial wound he inflicted onto Suel and Suel rubbing and massaging Gullin’s huge pig balls, the after bliss is starting to wear off. Suel’s body suddenly morphs and grows in size, which causes Skoll’s knot to release from the increased size of the doughnut-shaped hole and Gullin to squeal in lewd wanting as suddenly his ass is stretched and filled with horse cock.

Suel neighs in his new equine form, inwardly smirking as he knows Gullin is experiencing a smaller secondary orgasm purely by having his tail hole stretched by the sudden transformation. He mainly did it to save time and offer Gullin a go, which he knows the pig enjoys to do right after Skoll, using the wolf’s cum as lubrication and to gift Suel his own ‘biological trick’.

The wolvar reverts back to his normal anthropomorphic form as he smiles at Skoll cleaning his cock, the fat wolf member still hanging firmly outside due to his swollen knot. Suel lowers himself on his hands and knees, wiggling his ass at Gullin and offering the boar a go as he beckons Skoll to him. The wolf eagerly lays down on his side before Suel as the wolvar equally eagerly grabs the beast’s swollen canine cock and swallows it all the way to the knot.

As Suel’s throat is lodged with the thickness of the still cum-spurting wolf cock of Skoll, swirling his tongue all over the sensitive bulb at the base, Gullin now mounts the wolvar’s backside and enthusiastically sinks his thin piggy length inside. The corkscrew tip is prehensile and squirming around energetically, seeking for deeper depths as Suel just hums around Skoll’s cock in pleasure. While the spirit boar’s cock holds no candle to the wolf’s thickness, the sheer animated squiggling inside and the ability to explore every sensitive nook and cranny is unparalleled. Making Suel collapse through his knees into a pile of blubbering horny mess on the hides of his bed as he chokes on Skoll’s thick wolf cock. The only thing missing of making this perfect heavenly bliss would be his mate Jerv’s presence, as well as her even more extended menagerie. Still, Suel can enjoy any encounter as they are, in free sexuality in the knowledge that his mate is game for anything his lewd horny mind and soul desire.

Gullin squeals and ruts truly like a beast, his front trotters firmly securing Suel underneath him as his large heavy boar balls slap wildly into the wolvar’s. The corkscrew tip of his penis is deep and thrashing around wildly, the spasming length of his piggy cock stimulating Suel’s prostate to draw forth another climax. Shrieking wildly in orgasm, Gullin’s cock stiffens and jets forth a powerful stream of a bucket-load of pig semen, as porcine are known to do. Adding his manly milk to that of Skoll deeply inside Suel’s bloated tummy, the warmth of both feral males’ semen soothing the ache to be filled up inside the wolvar’s body.

Slowly, Gullin’s semen starts to solidify as the boar penis withdraws, effectively forming a plug that keeps his sperm and that of Skoll’s deeply inside Suel. Nature’s alternative for a knot.

Suel is still lapping and licking deliriously at Skoll’s exposed cock, the knot still hard as a rock and preventing the wolf’s penis to shrink and vanish. He reeks of male sex and semen, the tent saturated with their musk as Gullin collapses next to the two and cuddles into them, happily oinking as if he were a cute piglet again. Feeling his stomach gurgle from being filled up so much, Suel’s glad that he doesn’t possess a womb and can enjoy his lovers’ attentions freely without preparations.

The wolvar snuggles back into Skoll and Gullin for a quick nap, his mind only briefly wandering to Jerv and the new beast she may possibly add to their little family. He’s never had an encounter with a moose before and his interest is piqued. Suel’s cock remains hard as he cuddles into the two male beasts, dreaming of the possibilities when Jerv would return victoriously.