The worgen raised his shield to parry the desperate blow of the last enemy standing, a huge gnoll with a heavy stone hammer. Surrounding the two fighters were at least eight corpses of hyena-men, all defeated by the same warrior.

With a strong swing of his arm, the worgen deflected his enemy's attack and counterattacked, plunging his sword into the stomach of the huge brute, swinging the blade to the side, slashing the skin and knocking the gnoll's guts to the ground.

After looting all the corpses, the warrior shouldered his pack and set off for the camp he had set up by a nearby pond. The worgen's tent had a large bed, a table, a closet, and a large chest. Outside the camp was a large unlit campfire, fishing gear, and a clothesline with clothes and bandages drying.

The warrior left his pack inside his tent, went to the pond with a bucket filled with water, removed his armor, took a brush and soap, and began to clean his equipment of the remains of flesh, blood, and guts. When he finished, the worgen left his equipment in the sun, took off his clothes, leaving himself completely naked, and went into the water, wetting his black fur with the cold waters of the lagoon.

This would be the fifth day that the Gilnean repeated this routine. The mission he had accepted in the Colmillar village consisted of clearing a large territory of gnoll influence, tribes that were becoming larger and more aggressive, becoming a danger. The pay would be good, and he would surely get good prices among the walrus-men for a season.

The worgen sighed, relaxing as he watched the reeds on the shore of the lagoon, swaying gently in the afternoon breeze, while the cool water embraced his body like a wary lover in need of contact, claiming every inch of the wolf's intimate flesh with his hands. Relaxing completely, the warrior's eyes closed, creating a personal space to heal his mind after so much violence, but when he opened them again his heart stopped, he was in danger.

On the shore of the lagoon, a few meters from the Gilnean, stood a huge brown furred gnoll with his knees bent, a long spear tipped with poisoned bone, his muscular chest was tightened by a leather harness, an old torn loincloth covered his crotch, and a pair of anklets made by several leather bands completed his tribal attire. The dangerous beast grinned, baring his lethal, razor-sharp teeth, enjoying his advantageous position in front of his enemy.

The worgen tried to slowly move his arms as he stared at the gnoll, but before he managed to do anything, the tribal beast quickly arranged his weapon, leaving the sharp point just inches from the warrior's neck.

"Strong and beautiful flesh, but unintelligent," the gnoll said.

"Have you come to take revenge for the members of your tribe that I killed?" asked the warrior, showing no fear.

"No, those weak gnolls were not Arrg's companions, I came for you. I have been watching you for days, enjoying your body and your strength. You have potential to be a very good husband," the hyena-man admitted.

The warrior raised an eyebrow at the gnoll's strange words, "A good husband?" asked the worgen.

"Yes, in these woods you need strong mates to survive, you are a perfect match. Take this as a gift and think about my offer," said the huge hyena, then reached into a leather pouch from which he pulled out a parchment that he left next to the warrior's clothes.

Before he could say a word, the Gilnean watched as the huge beast moved his spear away from his face, stood up, and slowly walked away until he was lost among the trees.

The warrior hurried out of the water, drying his hands on his clothes, to pick up and look at the scroll the tribal man had left him. On the thin leather was drawn a map of the forest where it was marked: his camp by the lagoon, the village of the tribe the warrior was hunting, and several remote posts that would be ideal targets for the following days.

After that strange encounter, the worgen spent the rest of the day with his hand on the handle of his sword, waiting for that gnoll to reappear unexpectedly to attack him. The warrior's dinner was some strips of dried meat and, after an energizing tea, he hid behind a bush from which he had a view of the entrance to his tent, and stood waiting to ambush anyone who approached.

The night was cold, long, and lonely. The worgen resisted as long as he could, but in the end he fell asleep after a long day of fighting. Opening his eyes with the first rays of sunlight, the warrior smelled the aroma of a fish roasting by the campfire.

"It must be ready by now!" shouted a familiar voice from the lagoon.

The warrior quickly turned his attention away, drawing his weapon, to find the figure of the gnoll, bathing a few meters from the shore. Re-sheathing his sword, the worgen walked over, as the hyena dove in to wash his hair.

"What the fuck are you supposed to be doing?" the Gilnean asked, trying to keep his eyes on the face of the huge male in front of him, who was dripping water down his naked muscular body.

The gnoll shook his head, straightened his back, and looked into the eyes of the other male standing on the bank, offering him the same wide grin he had shown him the day before. "Bad night's sleep?" the hyena asked.

"My instinct told me I should prepare myself in case I had another unexpected visitor," the warrior replied.

"Eager to lie with Arrg?" the gnoll asked again, as he quietly stepped out of the lagoon, and stood facing the warrior, letting the great difference in stature show.

The worgen stood his ground, still having to raise his gaze to keep his focus on the other male's eyes, trying to decipher the huge brute's intentions. It would be simple to kill this intruder and be able to sleep peacefully, but the truth was that the gnoll had already had two chances to kill or kidnap the worgen and had not done so, plus he had offered him a map that might be useful, and had also made him breakfast.

"Are you done yet?" the warrior growled.

Arrg nodded, stopped facing the Gilnean, and walked quietly to where he had left his clothes, picked them up and dressed again, his fur still wet. As the gnoll tied his loincloth, the worgen relaxed a bit more and stood watching the protruding abs that seemed chiseled into the other male's body.

"You take very good care of your body..." the warrior murmured.

"Living alone in the woods shapes you or kills you," the huge brute replied.

"Those muscles don't come from surviving, I can identify someone who exercises their body when I see one," the worgen stated.

"Insightful meat, you confirm that I have chosen well in wanting you as a mate. True predators prepare every day for the hunt, nothing is left to chance," admitted Arrg, as he finished adjusting his harness.

"We warriors also constantly prepare for combat, you can't leave your life or victory in the hands of instinct and luck," the worgen said.

"War and hunting are very different, warriors and hunters are not," the gnoll posed.

"Did you get kicked out of your tribe for philosophizing?" scoffed the warrior.

"Ha! No, I left only because they were weak and were not looking for any way to change that," Arrg clarified.

The worgen loosened the straps of his heavy shoulder pads and pulled them and his boots off so he could rest his shoulders and feet while he ate breakfast after a full night of carrying around all the metal on his body.

"You look better without the plates, have you ever considered wearing leather armor?" the gnoll asked, licking his lips.

"If I do that, I'll probably end up dead the next day. I've been wearing heavy armor for many years, and I've gotten used to fighting like this," the Gilnean explained, as he sat down by the fire and picked up one of the sticks on which the fish the hyena had caught were being roasted.

"Well, I wish you a good hunt, I'll go hunt something too," Arrg said, picking up his spear that was stuck next to the fire, and started walking in the direction of the forest.

"Wait a minute!" the worgen shouted.

The gnoll turned around, and stared quizzically at the other male.

"Don't you want to share breakfast with me? After all, you caught these fish," offered the worgen.

The hunter's tail began to twitch at the stranger's words, preventing the hyena from hiding the happiness it had brought him. Arrg nodded and hurried to sit by the fire, then picked up a fish and took a bite.

"You didn't use your poisoned spear to catch these, did you?" the worgen asked, as he took a bite of his fish.

"Of course I did, my people have been hunting in these lands for centuries, the poisons we use dissipate a few hours after affecting our prey," the gnoll explained as he swallowed almost the whole piece of fish he had torn off with his powerful teeth.

After spending a good while chewing carefully, looking for any strange tastes, the warrior swallowed. "What does the poison you use do?" asked the Gilnean.

"Paralysis," the gnoll answered quickly, without interrupting his breakfast.

"Do all tribes use the same poison?" the warrior asked again, as he took another bite.

"No, the poisons change depending on the availability of herbs in the area. The northern tribes use paralyzing poisons, the southern tribes use nerve poison, and the eastern tribes developed a hemorrhagic poison," the hyena explained in detail.

"What about the western tribes?" the worgen inquired.

"Those things are not gnolls, but if you ever face them beware of rot, it is not natural, it is a foul and evil magic that devours the body and mind of all who use it," Arrg replied with a growl, feeling a deep distaste at the thought of that group of creatures that were once part of his species.

"Luckily my contract does not include the western tribe, I am not a lover of magical poisons either," the warrior said.

When they finished breakfast, the hyena left after wishing the other male good luck and disappeared into the forest. The worgen filled a pitcher with water from the pond and used some of it to wash his face, the rest he boiled and poured into his canteen along with a mixture of energizing herbs, refitted all his armor, took the map the gnoll had left him and left his camp, refreshed to continue with the work he had been charged with.

The Gilnean returned a little late that day, the slaughter had been very fruitful, his enemies had been surprised in every encounter with the warrior and, thanks to the information that the lone gnoll had given him, now the invading tribes had lost their guard posts and they were blind to future attacks.

Approaching his camp, the worgen saw his campfire burning and a familiar figure by the fire. Sitting on a comfortable cushion was a gnome, dressed in bright violet robes, a pointed hat, a long white beard, and a purple orb floating on his right shoulder.

"Nux!" exclaimed the warrior upon recognizing his old friend.

"Nice to see you again, Derek. I was passing by and detected the arcane imprint of the folding tent I gave you years ago, so I decided to say hello to my favorite Gilnean," explained the little wizard.

After greeting his friend, the worgen was surprised to see a stubby, woolly sheep approach him, resting its head against his leg, tapping against his armor. The warrior looked quizzically at Nux, wondering what a sheep was doing in a place like that.

"He's a gnoll, he was snooping through your stuff when I came along, he also had a strange wreath of dried branches, I guess to leave a threatening message or something," the gnoll explained.

"Oh! No no, return him back to normal, please. He's...an ally," Derek said.

"An ally, are you sure? I said he was a gnoll, not another worgen," the little wizard asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I heard you right. He is a gnoll who is helping me control the tribes in the area," the warrior confirmed.

The gnome nodded and snapped his fingers, causing the sheep to glow and, with a burst of purple light, transform into a huge brown-furred gnoll that immediately hugged the worgen's leg and burst into tears. 

"Husband, I was so afraid! The little human cast a spell and I stopped being myself," wailed the huge hyena as a couple of tears fell from his eyes.
The warrior removed his bloody gloves and tossed them aside, then rested his hand on Arrg's head, stroking the frightened hunter's fur. "Relax, he's a friend, he wasn't really going to hurt you," the worgen whispered.

"Well... I was actually about to teleport him hundreds of feet into the sky to let gravity work its magic..." admitted the wizard.

"Help me, husband, he's going to kill me!" howled the gnoll.

"It's just a joke! Right, Nux?" hastened the warrior, looking disapprovingly at the gnoll.

"Husband?" inquired Nux, rather confused.

" He saw me fight and wants me to become his husband," Derek explained.

"That's...strange, and I've seen some pretty strange things throughout my life," the gnome said.

"It doesn't bother me, he's even helped me quite a bit with my contract and he knows how to behave," the worgen replied.

The little wizard got up from his cushion, gave it two taps with a wand and made it disappear, then reached into a pouch he had on his belt and pulled out a bag which he left on one of the chairs next to the fire. "Well, I'm off, take advantage of the gift I left you, by the looks of your armor and your 'husband' you're going to need it."

"You're leaving so soon, won't you stay for dinner?" offered the warrior.

"I'm sorry, but I've overstayed so long, my partner must be sparking, literally..." replied the gnome, as he unfurled a purple magic carpet that began to float a few inches off the ground, and after the little wizard climbed onto the cloth, the carpet began to rapidly gain altitude until it disappeared into the sky.

The Gilnean said goodbye to his friend and walked over to a linen bag by the fire, inside were several bars of soap and a few vials of perfume, a find that made the wolf grow a big smile, because there was nothing as relaxing as taking a bath and having soap so he could go to bed fresh and smelling good.

"Arrg come closer, look what Nux left us," Derek said, holding a soap in his hand.

"I don't want anything that little monster gave you... it must be cursed and will do me wrong," the gnoll assured him, crossing his arms and averting his gaze.

"It's just soap...it'll make you smell nice after you bathe," the worgen explained.

"I don't need to bathe, I smell good," the other male replied, feeling slightly offended.

"Maybe by your people's standards...but not by mine. Besides, if you want to spend the night together, you're going to have to bathe," the warrior made it clear.

"What, spend the night together?" the huge beast stammered.

"That's right, I like you and you've helped me, Arrg. For less I've let others into my bed, and you've earned it," admitted the Gilnean, as he unbuckled the straps of his armor.

"B-But...it's a little fast. We haven't hunted together yet, we haven't woven the ceremonial coat together yet...I haven't even been able to hand you the wreath of branches because of the little human!" protested the huge brute.

"Wow... I never thought your traditions are so complicated," the warrior replied in amazement.

"There are very strict rules for taking a mate among the gnolls, the females always made sure that all the steps were respected, even among the high hierarchies," Arrg confirmed, while going over in his mind all the rituals, fearing that he had forgotten some of them.

"But...you abandoned your tribe, is it necessary for you to still abide by all those traditions?" the warrior continued.

"Good point... No, it is not necessary to comply with the traditions. But..." the gnoll paused for a moment, remaining silent.

"But you would like to continue them," Derek completed the other male's words.

"Not all of them, but I'd at least like to share a little hunt to formalize my proposal," the gnoll offered.

"I would have no problem with that but do you understand that I am a mercenary?" the worgen asked, as he shed his greaves.

"I don't understand what that is," Arrg replied, grabbing a bar of soap with extreme care, bringing it up to his snout, sniffing it suspiciously.

"We mercenaries travel the world behind adventurers, taking on jobs that require a bit more violence and perseverance, we don't settle down, our home travels with us," the Gilnean explained in detail.

"I understand... a relentless hunt," the hyena muttered.

"But if you like the idea, I wouldn't mind company on my travels," the warrior clarified.

"I like the idea, though I find it very strange that you have accepted my offer on such short notice...normally courtships in my tribe last several months, not a day..." continued the gnoll, again showing some distrust.

"Let it not seem strange to you, the battle is full of uncertainty, today I win and I am still alive, tomorrow I may be dead. I already told you that I like you and you have proven to be loyal, it is enough for me as in my life there is no room for doubts or regrets," Derek explained.

Arrg stood staring at the other male's naked body, the worgen's sheath was attached to his lower abdomen with a reddish fleshy tip poking out, from that thick tube of flesh hung a pair of hairy heavy balls at unequal distance, his genitals perfectly mimicking canine anatomy.

"What you say is much wilder than the way of life our tribes offer... I think I secretly knew that, I think inside me was latent the need to approach you for this reason, I too crave a wild and free life, but not in solitude," admitted the huge brute, dropping his shoulders and beginning to undress.

"Then bathe with me and share my bed, tomorrow morning we'll go hunting together," the warrior offered, closing the distance to the hyena, resting his hands on the huge male's bare hips.

The gnoll closed his eyes for a moment, sighed, and nodded his head. Opening his eyes again, Arrg tilted his head down, embraced the other male and kissed him on the lips, enjoying how the canine tongue smaller than his own overpowered him and sank into his muzzle.

As the sun turned the clouds in the sky orange, the two males entered the pond until the cold water covered them just above their knees. Derek held his breath and submerged himself completely to wet the rest of his fur, Arrg did the same. When the worgen emerged from the water he began to lather his entire body, teaching the gnoll how to use the little wizard's gift.

Derek smiled, enjoying the naked figure of his huge partner, the hyena's naked body was adorned with muscles, between his legs hung a long, smooth, flabby, fleshy tube, covering his testicles like a loincloth.

"Let me take care of your back," the worgen said, moving behind the hyena.

Arrg nodded and let the other male touch his back and buttocks while he ran the soap over his chest and armpits. A high-pitched squeal disturbed the silence as the gnoll was surprised by a pair of thick, hairy, wet fingers that penetrated his fleshy anus and didn't stop until the wolf's knuckles felt the warmth of his loins.

"You really are a beast, husband," Arrg growled, suffering a little from the sting of the rough penetration and the sting of the soap.

"I'm going to enjoy riding you, husband. Now we must rinse off," Derek teased, before pulling his fingers out and spanking the hyena's big ass.

The worgen dipped back in to wash off the soap, followed by the gnoll, who had to quickly pull his head out of the water to rub his eyes as they began to burn. After a brief explanation, Arrg went back underwater to finish rinsing as the other male came out of the water.

After shaking like dogs, the pair moved closer to the campfire, letting the heat finish drying their fur. Derek pulled a large tinted glass bottle from his pack and took a long swig, then stretched out his arm to share the drink. Arrg accepted the bottle and, without hesitation, also took a swig followed by a snort as he felt the liquor burn his throat as it went down to warm his stomach.

"Have you done this before?" asked the worgen, with a smile, observing the beautiful naked body of the huge brute.

"No... What about you?" Arrg returned the question, along with the bottle.

"Yes, quite a bit. In fact, last week I visited Valdrakken and spent the night with a red dragon that, according to a friend, was over fourteen thousand years old," the Gilnean replied, heralding his experience as an accomplishment.

"How could you do it with such a large beast?" exclaimed the gnoll as he imagined the huge dragon sitting and being penetrated by his husband.

"They can take the form of other intelligent races, this one was in the shape of a vulpera with golden fur like sand, and a tight ass that I couldn't get my knot into," Derek detailed.

"Does it hurt?" asked Arrg again.

"Depends on how wild we are. What do you prefer?" the warrior replied calmly.

"I don't know...I think it would be best to leave it up to you, whatever you decide I'll accept," admitted the huge hyena.

"Well, I promise to give you a good experience, there will be time later to have a more raw and wild night," Derek explained, trying to reassure his partner before taking another swig from his bottle.

A few drinks later, the warrior took the gnoll by the hand and led him inside his tent. The two males kissed again, enjoying each other's tongues and saliva again, while their hands leisurely explored their partner's naked body.

"Lie down on your stomach. Today I'm going to make love to you, tomorrow I'm going to make you squeal like a pig," the Gilnean ordered, pointing to his bed.

Arrg lay down on the wide, comfortable bed the worgen had set up inside the magic tent. The huge male relaxed his shoulders and raised his ass, as he watched from the side as his lover rummaged through some nearby drawers. The wolf's beautiful testicles could be seen from behind him, hanging low, attracting the leering gaze of the hyena.

Derek climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind the other male, holding his thick canine penis in one hand, which was soaked with a viscous bright blue liquid, resting the fleshy tip on the gnoll's donut.

"Take a deep breath, it might feel a little strange at first, but I used a super goblin lube and there shouldn't be any friction," the warrior said, tapping the hunter's rear entrance a couple of times with his wet penis.

Arrg nodded, took a breath, and immediately felt a crushing pressure in his anus, a sudden sharp pain, and an obscene liquid sound. The worgen had plunged his length deep inside the huge male until he rammed his thick knot against his fleshy donut.

The warrior took hold of the other male's waist and leaned his body on Arrg, settling in to begin ramming his new husband. The movements began slowly and extensively, slowly accelerating until acquiring the wild characteristic speed that the canines were accustomed to when riding their mates. 

The huge gnoll gasped and moaned as he was penetrated by Derek, who sunk his claws into the hyena's hips, growling menacingly in his lover's ear. 

"Huff...It feels so good," moaned Arrg, clenching his hands each time his prostate was stabbed by his husband's meat sword.

"Do you like it, you huge beast?" growled Derek violently, as the drool from his muzzle dripped onto the back of the gnoll's neck.

"Yes! Go on, please! Take me as your female!" cried the hyena.

"I'm going to knot you up like a bitch, I'll fill your stomach with my puppies," roared the fearsome wolf.

"Do it! I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch!" the hunter continued yelling.

Derek gave a powerful thrust with his hips, brutally pressing his thick knot against Arrg until he violently overcame the resistance of his lover's ring of flesh and managed to sink what was left of his canine penis, managing to stay locked onto the gnoll.

Arrg sank his face against the pillow screaming and desperately slamming his fist into the mattress as he experienced an apple-sized ball of flesh bursting through his loins.

The Gilnean bit down on his female's shoulder, relentlessly rocking his hips until his legs trembled, making him let out a heavy sigh. From the thick, pointed lupine penis began to gush energetic spurts of semen that soon flooded the hyena's bowels.

Pulling his face from the pillow, the gnoll sighed, dropping his long tongue from his muzzle as he caught his breath, barely noticing as his lover unloaded his testicles inside him.

"Damn...I haven't fucked an ass this good in a long time. You did good, big guy," Derek gasped, before kissing the hyena's head.

"I feel like I got run over by a tauren...I never thought it would be such a rough experience," the huge hunter admitted.

"That was kind of gentle, next time it'll be better," growled Derek.

"Gentle?" groaned the hyena.

"Next time I promise you won't feel your legs," the worgen teased, giving the other male a peck on the cheek.

"Right now I just feel a strong need to take a bath again," growled Arrg.

"Wait until my knot deflates, when I pull it out from inside you and you see how wide open your ass is going to get, you'll really want to take a bath," the warrior teased again.

Arrg only responded with a grunt and settled back down, waiting for his husband to unlock himself from his ass.

The night breeze caressed the lovers' fur, leading them to fall into a deep sleep that extended until the first rays of sunlight the next morning.

Derek took charge of preparing breakfast while Arrg cleaned himself in the pond. As they ate breakfast, the hyena was still getting used to an uncomfortable feeling in his gut, and the worgen wasted no opportunity to tease the hunter.

When they finished eating, the two males dressed, covering their bodies for the first time since the day before. Arrg grabbed his spear and Derek a handful of axes made for throwing, preparing to begin the promised hunt.

"All right, let's get a big fat deer for lunch," the warrior said, putting out the embers of the campfire.

"We don't need to get big prey, remember it's ritualistic, just a rabbit will do," the gnoll explained.

"We're not bringing a fucking rabbit! If you really want to be my husband, let's hunt something the same size or bigger than us," the wolf protested.

"Go ahead then, I'm sure together we'll find something big to kill," grinned the hyena.

The worgen tugged the gnoll's tail in a friendly manner, and both males walked into the forest, disappearing into the trees of the Azure Span.