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featuring matthew the mouse and a big bad wolf. ", "writing": "[color=#4e9a06]The beech leaves rattle in the chill November breeze, the sky a brilliant sapphire blue behind the orange curls. The forest is a-chatter with the wind and the business of birds. Beneath the sweeping oaks, two figures walk: a slender young mouse with a pine green cloak over his rough travelling clothes, and a tall timber wolf, his thick gray fur keeping off the worst of the chill. He is bare chested beneath a short cloak the color of slate. \n\nMatthew follows the wolf out along the well-trod forest path. The mouse had hung back for the first portion of the morning, his sure, quick steps keeping the wolf just within his line of sight. When the wolf has stopped for his midday meal, Matthew had approached, his cloak drawn up as he feigned shyness.\n\n“Hello, little one,” the wolf says kindly, offering Matthew a sip from his canteen. The wolf’s eyes are sharp and intelligent, his mouth quirked in a little smile. Matthew can’t deny his attraction to the wolf, eagerly accepting his invitation to walk together through the forest. \n\n“My name’s Kael,” the wolf adds, flashing a toothy grin. Matthew can’t stop his pleased blush. \n\nThey speak quietly together as they walk, Matthew listening intently as the wolf describes the best wood for the fire, the edible roots frozen beneath the earth, the best poetry for a cold winter’s night. \n\nMatthew hangs on to the wolf’s every word, his deep, rough voice filling Matthew with delight and longing. \n\nAs Kael talks to him of this and that, Matthew becomes aware of the heat of the wolf’s body, the faint smell of sweat and musk. He breathes in deeply, a warm flicker of heat alighting in his belly. He casts a furtive, longing glance to the wolf’s powerful muscles swelling beneath his cloak. \n\nKael catches his eye, smirking over at the mouse. “See something you like?”\n\nMatthew gives a little squeak at being caught, flushing with embarrassment. “I...I do,” he admits. “You...you’re very handsome.”\n\nIt’s the wolf’s turn to blush, his chest coloring with the surprise and pleasure. “Thank you, little one,” he says politely, his tail wagging at the compliment. “Now, I’d like to make the ridge by nightfall, but you’re welcome to travel with me and share my fire, if you so choose. Perhaps we’ll see where the evening takes us.”\n\nMatthew smiles, biting at his lip suggestively. “I’d like that.” He lets his eyes flick over the wolf’s body, his gaze falling to the bulge in his pants. \n\nIn response to his flash of lust, the sigil above his hip gives a bright flare of heat, sparking a wave of longing through the mouse’s slight frame. Matthew shivers as the need pulses through him, his skin prickling with the sudden sensations. His lips part, belly tensing with want. He can’t keep a soft moan from escaping his lips. \n\n“Matthew? Are you alright?” Kael asks, his brow furrowed in concern. \n\n[i]“Mmm,”[/i] the mouse replies, giving a stretch. His shirt tugs up, exposing a thin line of his belly, the curled red tail of the sigil across his stomach. The wolf’s brilliant green eyes fall to it for only a moment, his pupils dilating in a spike of black as the contract burns between them. \n\nWith a shake of his fluffy head, the wolf turns away from the mouse, seeming to be concentrating hard on the path before him. \n\nMatthew trails obediently behind him, the sigil humming its want against his belly. Its power seems to build with every step, the low, pleasant weight in his stomach reaching out with hungry, grasping little hooks, sinking bright spots of pleasure throughout his body. \n\nHis nipples are already stiff from the cold, every movement of his arms sends the rough wool of his shirt scraping over them. Matthew squirms at the sensation, the little scratches a delightful spark of pleasure. Surreptitiously, he crosses his arms over his chest, working one paw close to his body so he can pinch and tweak his nipples through his shirt. \n\nHis pleasure grows as he plays, the mark growing warmer against his belly. He can feel his pants tightening as his cock slowly fattens. Every step makes the hot, sensitive head of his prick rub up against the fabric of his pants, only making it swell thicker, faster. He whimpers softly at the teasing touch. \n\nKael turns his head to one side, nostrils flaring as he scents the air. Matthew is certain the wolf can smell his arousal, the thick, wanting stink of need. However, Kael seems to pay him no mind, turning back to the path. \n\nMatthew pouts at being so clearly ignored, the mark of Salamand flickering impatiently. Matthew lays two fingers over the mark, tracing its shape as he stares intently at the timber wolf before him. \n\nThe power of the sigil whispers forth, a red-gold mist wafting over the wolf in near-transparent curlicues. It settles over his broad shoulders, haloing around his ears. Matthew can feel the sigil connecting them with a feather’s touch, so light that the wolf hardly seems to notice. \n\nMatthew holds to the filament thread with all of his will, feeling it wind through their bodies, tasting the burgeoning lust. Carefully, he sends a spark of heat through it, nurturing it like a new flame, slow and cautious. The wolf’s ears perk up with surprise. \n\nMatthew continues to breathe life into the connection as they walk, focusing heat, want, need. He can feel his own lust growing, his cock fat and heavy with blood. He feels his tailhole wink with every step, his breath becoming heavy. Every rub of his thumb against his peaked and swollen nipples sends a flash of pleasure through him. His hot breath steams the air. \n\nCarefully, he gives the thread between them a tug, igniting the connection. Kael gives a muted growl at the flare of lust. The wolf continues to walk, but Matthew can’t help but notice how he steps gingerly, as if trying not to press his legs together too hard. The wolf’s tail quivers with tension; his head casts to and fro, trying to sniff the air. \n\nKael’s paws move over his front, stroking over his nipples. He pants hard, his breath coming quickly as he touches himself. His paws tremble at the tension. He tries to walk forward, to continue on the journey, but his thighs press hard together, making him pause and gasp at the flash of sensation. He grits his teeth, his paw moving thoughtlessly to cup at the bulge growing in his pants. \n\nWith a push of hungry will, Matthew forces another burst of lust into the wolf. Fire sears between them, surging through their bellies. This time, Kael can’t hold back his snarl of need. \n\nMatthew gives a squeak of surprise as Kael whirls around, his teeth bared. His green eyes are hungry and bestial. Kael’s pants strain around the bulge at his crotch, his nipples candy-red beneath his cloak. The mouse gives a short, hungry moan as the wolf pounces, grabbing the mouse by the slender wrists. With a shove, he pulls Matthew’s paws high above his head, pinning his back against an ancient yew. \n\nThe mouse’s breath leaves him in a startled gasp as his back hits the rough bark of the trunk. Kael’s face is an inch from his own, the wolf’s shining teeth bared and brilliant. Matthew shivers at the sight, his head falling back to expose his throat. \n\nKael lunges forward, pressing his nose into the hollow of Matthew’s neck, breathing deep. His clenched teeth slide over Matthew’s pulse and the boy shudders at the contact, giving a whimper of need. The sigil hums and burns between them. \n\nThe wolf growls hungrily at the fresh wave of wanting, his mouth falling to the underside of Matthew’s jaw to kiss fervently at the soft, sweet skin there. \n\nWith a pleasured whine, Matthew ducks his head, catching the wolf’s mouth in a rough, clashing kiss. The wolf meets his kisses with barely-restrained need, kissing him sloppily. Their tongues press together, caught in the feverish intensity of want. \n\nMatthew moans needily against the wolf’s searching tongue, pulling back from his mouth enough to whimper and gasp for more. \n\nKael forces one broad thigh between the mouse’s, pushing his legs apart. Matthew gives an appreciative moan into the wolf’s mouth, humping lightly against Kael’s thigh. The wolf responds by pushing his leg harder against the growing bulge in Matthew’s pants. \n\nThe mouse mewls with want, struggling against the wolf’s paws tight on his wrists. He sends another surge of lust between their bodies, focusing his need on the wolf’s groin. \n\nHe is rewarded with a snarl from Kael as his pants tent visibly against his growing bulge. Kael presses close, rutting against the mouse, the hot bulge of his cock rubbing up against Matthew’s hips, the weight of the wolf’s body pinning him hard against the tree. \n\nMatthew wriggles and whines, humping hard against the wolf’s leg as he pumps another burning wave of lust through the canine. \n\nKael gives an impatient snarl, releasing Matthew’s paws to wrench the cloak and travelling shirt over the boy’s head. His own cloak follows, fluttering to the ground. Matthew squeals with pleasure as his clothes are pulled off roughly, the wolf’s claws running up his flanks, scratching over his nipples. The sigil of Salamand burns sunrise-red between them, the swirls alight with energy. \n\nMatthew moans wantonly, focusing the burn of the sigil into the wolf, the pulsing lust surging again. Kael growls, a low, animal sound as his mouth roams over Matthew’s trembling body. His teeth skate over Matthew’s peaked pink nipples, his tongue lapping over the mouse, tasting the lust emanating from every pore in his body. Matthew throws his head back, gasping at the pleasure as need sears between them. His paws find the wolf’s shoulders, holding tight, his sharp little nails digging in. \n\nKael pulls his leg away, kneeling as his snout roams lower on Matthew’s body, moving over the mouse’s clothed, swelling cock. His mouth moves over the wool separating their bodies, tasting Matthew through the rough fabric. Matthew’s paws tighten in his fur, pushing the wolf’s mouth harder against him.\n\nAs he sniffs, a low, displeased growl rumbles from the wolf’s chest. \n\n“You’ve been with another,” Kael accuses, breathing deep. \n\nMatthew thinks back with a flash to the half-drunk rottweiler that had fucked his mouth in the back alley of the inn, the way the dog’s paws had skimmed over his body, wrapping around his throat as Matthew gagged on his thick cock, knot straining at his mouth and jaw. He remembers the pressure of the dog’s thigh between his legs, the way Matthew had humped and rutted against him, desperate for release that never came. \n\nThe mouse opens his mouth to defend himself, but Kael rumbles a warning, pushing his face between Matthew’s legs, his paws tight on the boy’s thighs as he snarls and sniffs. \n\n“You hungry little slut,” Kael growls, his voice so low that Matthew feels the bass of it all the way down to his toes. “You think you can strut through these woods waving that tight little ass, rubbing yourself off through your clothes, smelling of a dog, and you expect to be treated like more than [i]meat?[/i] You have some nerve, whore. I ought to string you up in this tree, leave you tied up naked for the travellers to take their pleasure.”\n\nMatthew gasps at the wolf’s threat, bucking up against Kael’s mouth. “Please,” he moans. “I want you to, please, mark me as yours, I need it--[i]aah!”[/i] \n\nKael sets his teeth in Matthew’s waistband, yanking his pants away with the sharp ripping of fabric. The mouse squeals as his cock is exposed, his glans already slick and shiny with pre. Kael pushes his snout between the mouse’s legs, pre shiny on his fur. \n\nLegs trembling, Matthew bucks against the wolf’s snout, his fists tight in the ruff of fur around the wolf’s neck. His instinct cautions him to pull back, but the sigil-bound lust begs for more. Matthew jerks against the wolf as power surges from his paws, the firey red lust pouring over Kael. The heat hits the wolf like a physical wave, his ears flattening, lips pulling away from his keen teeth. \n\nWith a roar of lust-addled rage, the wolf stands, gripping Matthew by the scruff, lifting him up. Matthew yelps and thrashes, his footpaws dangling a foot from the ground. Kael holds Matthew an inch from his face, a low grow vibrating in his broad chest. Matthew can’t help his needy shiver. The wolf’s breath is hot on his face.\n\nKael takes two long strides into the treeline and slings Matthew over the low-hanging branch of an oak. Matthew wheezes as the wind is knocked out of him, the branch catching him hard in the midsection. The branch is a few inches too high: his footpaws can’t quite brush the ground as he dangles there, his ass pointed at the wolf. \n\nAs Matthew fights for breath, the wolf undoes the lacing of his pants, pushing them down to his mid-thighs. He’s in too much of a hurry to remove them entirely. Matthew whimpers, craning his head to look up at Kael, the wolf’s enormous red cock standing at attention. Matthew feels his entire body pulse hotly with need, his tailhole fluttering to offer a peek at his dark pink insides. \n\nThe wolf growls behind him and Matthew squeals in fear, his hole clenching. “Wait!” he gasps, trying to scramble free. “Wait!”\n\nKael curls over Matthew’s trembling body, breath and saliva hot on the nape of his neck. With a deep hungry snarl, he buries his teeth in the juncture of Matthew’s neck and shoulder. \n\nMatthew screams as the wolf’s teeth pierce his tender flesh, blood sheeting down his neck to splash on the ground. The heat of his blood leaves tiny curls of steam dancing on the hoarfrost. He writhes against the beast’s hold on him, the sharp pain of the teeth making him squeal and squirm. Matthew can feel the wolf’s cock pushing up against his ass, the weight of it heavy against him. His hole gives a hot throb of interest. \n\nWithout a thought spared to preparation, Kael lunges forward towards Matthew’s tensed and vulnerable hole. The spade-shaped tip of his cock stabs up against the clenched pucker of the mouse’s hole. Matthew cries out in pain as his hole is stretched, but he’s too tight, his hole too small; the wolf’s cock slides away, rubbing up against the cleft of his ass. \n\nKael growls in frustration, the sound buzzing through his teeth clenched around Matthew’s shoulder as he digs in harder. Matthew yowls, eyes screwed shut as Kael bites down. The blood runs down the mouse’s chest in twisting rivulets, twining over his chest. \n\nEncouraged by the mouse’s cries, Kael bucks forward again, lining up the tip of his cock with Matthew’s tight pink hole. The mouse yelps and clenches, trying to keep him out, but the wolf refuses to be denied. With a long, hungry growl, he thrusts forward, forcing Matthew’s hole to yield. \n\nThe mouse screams as his tailhole is wrenched open and the thick head of the wolf’s cock is jammed inside his throbbing passage. The sigil of Salamand is brilliant with energy, its colors flashing with every pump of the wolf’s hips. Its energy burns a staccato of lust through the little mouse, making him tense and wail. \n\nKael digs his footpaws into the frozen earth, pushing his cock into the tight, pulsing space of Matthew’s hole. The fat head of his dick pauses, its girth caught in the clench of Matthew’s rim. The mouse’s hole swells and reddens as Kael tries to buck into the boy, making him whine and writhe. His puffy hole quivers under the strain, held open by the fat head of Kael’s dick, unable to spread further. \n\nThe wolf snarls into Matthew’s shoulder, his claws tight around Matthew’s narrow waist. He digs long, thin scratches across the boy’s torso. Kael’s dark, musky scent is almost overwhelming as he ruts over Matthew’s body, as if he’s trying to mask the other dog’s scent with his own. \n\nBlood pours from the wound in Matthew’s shoulder, cascading over his chest in scarlet trails. The heat of it covers his nipples in hot flashes of sensation, sticky-sweet on his skin. Kael’s paws roam over his chest, smearing the trails of blood in his short fur. He rubs wet pawpads over the peaks of Matthew’s nipples, pinching them hard between his claws. The sharp digging of his claws pierces through the tender pebbled flesh of the mouse’s nipples, drawing fresh points of bloody pleasure, a needle-stick of want shooting through his body. \n\nMatthew whimpers under the wolf’s ministrations, his short pink cock dripping a weak string of pre onto the forest floor. Kael’s paw wraps around him, covering his length entirely. The wolf’s broad thumb runs over the slit of Matthew’s cock, smearing it with pre. The sigil throbs as Matthew moans at the sensation. His hips quiver as he tries to hump into the wolf’s grasp. \n\nKael’s paw tightens viciously around his cock; Matthew chokes on a breath, his hole trying uselessly to clench down on the cock spearing him. The wolf growls at the tension around the head of his cock, his teeth scraping clear to the bone of Matthew’s shoulder. The mouse howls as Kael snaps his hips forward, splitting him open on his enormous, bestial cock. \n\nThe pucker of his hole spreads open like a bloom, his rim resisting for only a moment, the pressure so intense that his entrance goes white and bloodless. Matthew shrills out a cry, his own paws gripping his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, legs spread as far as he can, as if he can ease the desperate, clawing agony of his wrenched-open hole. \n\nThe mouse shoves himself back against the near-unbearable pressure of the wolf’s dick against him, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. His hole aches under the pressure, a deep, bone-shaking pain, as if he’s being torn in two. \n\nKael gives a snarl, bucking his hips again in a brutal, punishing thrust. The force of his cock tears into the boy, splitting his rim in a rush of blood as the wolf forces the head of his cock into the mouse’s swollen, agonized passage. Matthew yowls as he’s torn wide, his cheeks pulled apart tail yanked up and away form his bleeding hole. \n\nThe heat of the pain surging through him is enough to make him feel feverish with pleasure, his vision swimming with black speckles. Dizzily, he tries to hold himself open with his paws, but all he can feel is the wash of blood running from the wound in his back and dripping from his fucked-open tailhole. \n\nWith the head of his cock embedded deep in Matthew’s passage, Kael is able to thrust in earnest, his hips bucking as he stuffs inch after inch of his thick shaft into Matthew’s abused hole. The mouse squeals and tries to squirm away, his torn rim flexing as rocks against the branch with every one of the wolf’s powerful thrusts. \n\nMatthew’s struggles only serve to press the wolf’s dick further into his clenching passage. Every twitch of the wolf’s hips feel like he’s being split open, lightning strikes of pain running from his hole to the sigil over his belly. \n\nSalamand’s mark blazes in time to Kael’s thrusts, flashes of ruby and gold. With every pulse of color, new pleasure burns through him, the warring sensations of pleasure and pain making him dizzy, delirious. Kael’s dick is hard and hot as liquid iron, burning fiercely. Matthew mewls, trying desperately to spread himself wide. His hole constricts and flexes under the strain. \n\nKael adjusts the angle of hips so that he can better slam himself into the mouse’s tight little ass. The wide, veiny shaft of his dick spreads Matthew’s passage afresh, the harshness of the changing angle forcing the wolf’s cock up against Matthew’s engorged prostate. \n\nMatthew gives a harsh cry of pleasure as the wolf ruts up against him, his own cock spasming wetly against his stomach. His vision flashes black at the stab of sweet agony. His prostate burns under the rough pressure, making his passage contract, squeezing Kael’s shaft tighter and deeper inside of him. \n\nThe mouse moans helplessly, quivering with exhaustion. The blood pouring down his chest feels like a dozen laving tongues, hot and wet and sweet. Matthew arches his back to point his ass up towards the wolf, whimpering needily as he tries to take the wolf deeper into his desperate, aching hole. \n\nKael gives another punishing thrust; Matthew squeals as the head of his cock punches deeper inside him, splitting his passage wide. The boy’s footpaws claw uselessly for purchase against the pain. \n\nThe hot, swollen knot of the wolf’s cock shoves up against Matthew’s broken hole. Matthew cries out as its breadth presses insistently against his torn, pouted-out rim, smearing blood over Kael’s knot. \n\n“No no no no,” Matthew wails, footpaws kicking as he tries to scramble away from the wolf’s knot. “It’s too big, it won’t fit, please!” \n\nKael growls into Matthew’s bloodied shoulder, shaking his head roughly. His teeth tear fresh furrows through Matthew’s flesh, sending a new wash of blood pouring to the ground. Matthew throws his head back with a cry of agony, back arching as he inadvertently pushes himself back against the wolf’s knot. \n\nThe wolf snarls and shakes at the press of the mouse’s hole against his aching cock, the boy’s bleeding, wrecked hole still trying to clench, to halt the press of Kael’s knot against him. His knot throbs with wanting, his blood raging in time to the flashes of the strange sigil across Matthew’s stomach. \n\nMatthew gives a sharp whimper as he feels the wolf’s enormous knot pulse against his trembling hole. His rim flutters as he bears down on the massive intrusion, the intensity of pleasure so deep inside of him that he can feel the sigil distending around his swollen belly. He moans wantonly, one paw falling to the outline of the wolf’s cock pressing his stomach outwards. He strokes the wolf through his body, his tailhole winking needily. \n\nAs Matthew runs his paw over his body, he rubs his palm up against the burning sigil. Salamand’s mark gives a flash, so bright it’s almost blinding. Lust arcs through him, his balls tightening as the energy rushes into his stuffed-full ass, his passage flexing unbidden to try and take the wolf in deeper. \n\nThe energy pulses through Matthew’s tensed, aching hole, wrapping around the wolf’s cock and knot. It hits Kael like a whip, sharp and intense, the flash of need that stabs through him, agonizing in its ferocity. \n\nKael’s paws fall to Matthew’s slender hips, his claws piercing the mouse’s skin. He jerks the mouse down against him, shoving up into him with a brutal snap of his hips. His knot slams against the mouse’s ruined pucker once, twice, then forces itself into Matthew’s hole, splitting it wide. \n\nMatthew howls in agony as the knot rends his trembling body, his hole gaping around the wolf’s knot. Blood runs between his legs, mingling with that from his shoulder. A red pool puddles beneath him; his vision wavers black and spotted, ears muffled and ringing. \n\nThe wolf bucks again, jamming the fat lobes of his knot up against the mouse’s swollen prostate. Matthew’s vision whites out in orgasm as the knot pounds against him, his over-sensitive prostate rupturing against the unbearable pressure. Matthew gives a weak, hoarse scream at the pleasure exploding through him, his cock jerking upward under the force of his orgasm, cum streaking his chest to mingle sloppily with the hot, dripping blood. \n\nHis head drops down, weak and dizzy, legs hanging limply. Blood drips from his toes. His pulse flutters in his ears, thready and weak, his entire body quivering from the exhaustion of blood loss. Kael ignores his prey’s distress, holding the boy’s hips tight as he fucks his knot in deep, splitting the mouse’s passage. His cock spasms, making Matthew’s belly twitch as cum begins pumping into the mouse’s body. His jaw tightens around Matthew’s shoulder, teeth meeting as he tears through the remaining flesh and muscle.\n\nMatthew can only moan weakly, head lolling as his belly distends from the wolf’s cock and cum. His eyes roll back into his head, handpaws dangling before him. His mind feels far away, his body anchored only by the cock pumping his ass full. His belly swells out under the enormous weight of cum inside him, his eyelids fluttering as his eyes roll back in his head. \n\nHis body goes completely limp, his ass slack around the wolf’s cock. Kael only digs his paws and teeth in deeper, his knot tied fast in the unconscious boy’s ruined hole as he fucks the little mouse’s unmoving body, the blood sweet in his mouth. \n[/color]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The beech leaves rattle in the chill November breeze, the sky a brilliant sapphire blue behind the orange curls. The forest is a-chatter with the wind and the business of birds. Beneath the sweeping oaks, two figures walk: a slender young mouse with a pine green cloak over his rough travelling clothes, and a tall timber wolf, his thick gray fur keeping off the worst of the chill. He is bare chested beneath a short cloak the color of slate.

Matthew follows the wolf out along the well-trod forest path. The mouse had hung back for the first portion of the morning, his sure, quick steps keeping the wolf just within his line of sight. When the wolf has stopped for his midday meal, Matthew had approached, his cloak drawn up as he feigned shyness.

“Hello, little one,” the wolf says kindly, offering Matthew a sip from his canteen. The wolf’s eyes are sharp and intelligent, his mouth quirked in a little smile. Matthew can’t deny his attraction to the wolf, eagerly accepting his invitation to walk together through the forest.

“My name’s Kael,” the wolf adds, flashing a toothy grin. Matthew can’t stop his pleased blush.

They speak quietly together as they walk, Matthew listening intently as the wolf describes the best wood for the fire, the edible roots frozen beneath the earth, the best poetry for a cold winter’s night.

Matthew hangs on to the wolf’s every word, his deep, rough voice filling Matthew with delight and longing.

As Kael talks to him of this and that, Matthew becomes aware of the heat of the wolf’s body, the faint smell of sweat and musk. He breathes in deeply, a warm flicker of heat alighting in his belly. He casts a furtive, longing glance to the wolf’s powerful muscles swelling beneath his cloak.

Kael catches his eye, smirking over at the mouse. “See something you like?”

Matthew gives a little squeak at being caught, flushing with embarrassment. “I...I do,” he admits. “You...you’re very handsome.”

It’s the wolf’s turn to blush, his chest coloring with the surprise and pleasure. “Thank you, little one,” he says politely, his tail wagging at the compliment. “Now, I’d like to make the ridge by nightfall, but you’re welcome to travel with me and share my fire, if you so choose. Perhaps we’ll see where the evening takes us.”

Matthew smiles, biting at his lip suggestively. “I’d like that.” He lets his eyes flick over the wolf’s body, his gaze falling to the bulge in his pants.

In response to his flash of lust, the sigil above his hip gives a bright flare of heat, sparking a wave of longing through the mouse’s slight frame. Matthew shivers as the need pulses through him, his skin prickling with the sudden sensations. His lips part, belly tensing with want. He can’t keep a soft moan from escaping his lips.  

“Matthew? Are you alright?” Kael asks, his brow furrowed in concern.  

“Mmm,” the mouse replies, giving a stretch. His shirt tugs up, exposing a thin line of his belly, the curled red tail of the sigil across his stomach. The wolf’s brilliant green eyes fall to it for only a moment, his pupils dilating in a spike of black as the contract burns between them.

With a shake of his fluffy head, the wolf turns away from the mouse, seeming to be concentrating hard on the path before him.

Matthew trails obediently behind him, the sigil humming its want against his belly. Its power seems to build with every step, the low, pleasant weight in his stomach reaching out with hungry, grasping little hooks, sinking bright spots of pleasure throughout his body.

His nipples are already stiff from the cold, every movement of his arms sends the rough wool of his shirt scraping over them. Matthew squirms at the sensation, the little scratches a delightful spark of pleasure. Surreptitiously, he crosses his arms over his chest, working one paw close to his body so he can pinch and tweak his nipples through his shirt.

His pleasure grows as he plays, the mark growing warmer against his belly. He can feel his pants tightening as his cock slowly fattens. Every step makes the hot, sensitive head of his prick rub up against the fabric of his pants, only making it swell thicker, faster. He whimpers softly at the teasing touch.

Kael turns his head to one side, nostrils flaring as he scents the air. Matthew is certain the wolf can smell his arousal, the thick, wanting stink of need. However, Kael seems to pay him no mind, turning back to the path.

Matthew pouts at being so clearly ignored, the mark of Salamand flickering impatiently. Matthew lays two fingers over the mark, tracing its shape as he stares intently at the timber wolf before him.

The power of the sigil whispers forth, a red-gold mist wafting over the wolf in near-transparent curlicues. It settles over his broad shoulders, haloing around his ears. Matthew can feel the sigil connecting them with a feather’s touch, so light that the wolf hardly seems to notice.

Matthew holds to the filament thread with all of his will, feeling it wind through their bodies, tasting the burgeoning lust. Carefully, he sends a spark of heat through it, nurturing it like a new flame, slow and cautious. The wolf’s ears perk up with surprise.

Matthew continues to breathe life into the connection as they walk, focusing heat, want, need. He can feel his own lust growing, his cock fat and heavy with blood. He feels his tailhole wink with every step, his breath becoming heavy. Every rub of his thumb against his peaked and swollen nipples sends a flash of pleasure through him. His hot breath steams the air.

Carefully, he gives the thread between them a tug, igniting the connection. Kael gives a muted growl at the flare of lust. The wolf continues to walk, but Matthew can’t help but notice how he steps gingerly, as if trying not to press his legs together too hard. The wolf’s tail quivers with tension; his head casts to and fro, trying to sniff the air.

Kael’s paws move over his front, stroking over his nipples. He pants hard, his breath coming quickly as he touches himself. His paws tremble at the tension. He tries to walk forward, to continue on the journey, but his thighs press hard together, making him pause and gasp at the flash of sensation. He grits his teeth, his paw moving thoughtlessly to cup at the bulge growing in his pants.

With a push of hungry will, Matthew forces another burst of lust into the wolf. Fire sears between them, surging through their bellies. This time, Kael can’t hold back his snarl of need.

Matthew gives a squeak of surprise as Kael whirls around, his teeth bared. His green eyes are hungry and bestial. Kael’s pants strain around the bulge at his crotch, his nipples candy-red beneath his cloak. The mouse gives a short, hungry moan as the wolf pounces, grabbing the mouse by the slender wrists. With a shove, he pulls Matthew’s paws high above his head, pinning his back against an ancient yew.

The mouse’s breath leaves him in a startled gasp as his back hits the rough bark of the trunk. Kael’s face is an inch from his own, the wolf’s shining teeth bared and brilliant. Matthew shivers at the sight, his head falling back to expose his throat.

Kael lunges forward, pressing his nose into the hollow of Matthew’s neck, breathing deep. His clenched teeth slide over Matthew’s pulse and the boy shudders at the contact, giving a whimper of need. The sigil hums and burns between them.

The wolf growls hungrily at the fresh wave of wanting, his mouth falling to the underside of Matthew’s jaw to kiss fervently at the soft, sweet skin there.

With a pleasured whine, Matthew ducks his head, catching the wolf’s mouth in a rough, clashing kiss. The wolf meets his kisses with barely-restrained need, kissing him sloppily. Their tongues press together, caught in the feverish intensity of want.

Matthew moans needily against the wolf’s searching tongue, pulling back from his mouth enough to whimper and gasp for more.

Kael forces one broad thigh between the mouse’s, pushing his legs apart. Matthew gives an appreciative moan into the wolf’s mouth, humping lightly against Kael’s thigh. The wolf responds by pushing his leg harder against the growing bulge in Matthew’s pants.

The mouse mewls with want, struggling against the wolf’s paws tight on his wrists. He sends another surge of lust between their bodies, focusing his need on the wolf’s groin.

He is rewarded with a snarl from Kael as his pants tent visibly against his growing bulge. Kael presses close, rutting against the mouse, the hot bulge of his cock rubbing up against Matthew’s hips, the weight of the wolf’s body pinning him hard against the tree.

Matthew wriggles and whines, humping hard against the wolf’s leg as he pumps another burning wave of lust through the canine.

Kael gives an impatient snarl, releasing Matthew’s paws to wrench the cloak and travelling shirt over the boy’s head. His own cloak follows, fluttering to the ground. Matthew squeals with pleasure as his clothes are pulled off roughly, the wolf’s claws running up his flanks, scratching over his nipples. The sigil of Salamand burns sunrise-red between them, the swirls alight with energy.

Matthew moans wantonly, focusing the burn of the sigil into the wolf, the pulsing lust surging again. Kael growls, a low, animal sound as his mouth roams over Matthew’s trembling body. His teeth skate over Matthew’s peaked pink nipples, his tongue lapping over the mouse, tasting the lust emanating from every pore in his body. Matthew throws his head back, gasping at the pleasure as need sears between them. His paws find the wolf’s shoulders, holding tight, his sharp little nails digging in.  

Kael pulls his leg away, kneeling as his snout roams lower on Matthew’s body, moving over the mouse’s clothed, swelling cock. His mouth moves over the wool separating their bodies, tasting Matthew through the rough fabric. Matthew’s paws tighten in his fur, pushing the wolf’s mouth harder against him.

As he sniffs, a low, displeased growl rumbles from the wolf’s chest.

“You’ve been with another,” Kael accuses, breathing deep.

Matthew thinks back with a flash to the half-drunk rottweiler that had fucked his mouth in the back alley of the inn, the way the dog’s paws had skimmed over his body, wrapping around his throat as Matthew gagged on his thick cock, knot straining at his mouth and jaw. He remembers the pressure of the dog’s thigh between his legs, the way Matthew had humped and rutted against him, desperate for release that never came.  

The mouse opens his mouth to defend himself, but Kael rumbles a warning, pushing his face between Matthew’s legs, his paws tight on the boy’s thighs as he snarls and sniffs.

“You hungry little slut,” Kael growls, his voice so low that Matthew feels the bass of it all the way down to his toes. “You think you can strut through these woods waving that tight little ass, rubbing yourself off through your clothes, smelling of a dog, and you expect to be treated like more than meat? You have some nerve, whore. I ought to string you up in this tree, leave you tied up naked for the travellers to take their pleasure.”

Matthew gasps at the wolf’s threat, bucking up against Kael’s mouth. “Please,” he moans. “I want you to, please, mark me as yours, I need it--aah!”

Kael sets his teeth in Matthew’s waistband, yanking his pants away with the sharp ripping of fabric. The mouse squeals as his cock is exposed, his glans already slick and shiny with pre. Kael pushes his snout between the mouse’s legs, pre shiny on his fur.

Legs trembling, Matthew bucks against the wolf’s snout, his fists tight in the ruff of fur around the wolf’s neck. His instinct cautions him to pull back, but the sigil-bound lust begs for more. Matthew jerks against the wolf as power surges from his paws, the firey red lust pouring over Kael. The heat hits the wolf like a physical wave, his ears flattening, lips pulling away from his keen teeth.

With a roar of lust-addled rage, the wolf stands, gripping Matthew by the scruff, lifting him up. Matthew yelps and thrashes, his footpaws dangling a foot from the ground. Kael holds Matthew an inch from his face, a low grow vibrating in his broad chest. Matthew can’t help his needy shiver. The wolf’s breath is hot on his face.

Kael takes two long strides into the treeline and slings Matthew over the low-hanging branch of an oak. Matthew wheezes as the wind is knocked out of him, the branch catching him hard in the midsection. The branch is a few inches too high: his footpaws can’t quite brush the ground as he dangles there, his ass pointed at the wolf.

As Matthew fights for breath, the wolf undoes the lacing of his pants, pushing them down to his mid-thighs. He’s in too much of a hurry to remove them entirely. Matthew whimpers, craning his head to look up at Kael, the wolf’s enormous red cock standing at attention. Matthew feels his entire body pulse hotly with need, his tailhole fluttering to offer a peek at his dark pink insides.

The wolf growls behind him and Matthew squeals in fear, his hole clenching. “Wait!” he gasps, trying to scramble free. “Wait!”

Kael curls over Matthew’s trembling body, breath and saliva hot on the nape of his neck. With a deep hungry snarl, he buries his teeth in the juncture of Matthew’s neck and shoulder.

Matthew screams as the wolf’s teeth pierce his tender flesh, blood sheeting down his neck to splash on the ground. The heat of his blood leaves tiny curls of steam dancing on the hoarfrost.  He writhes against the beast’s hold on him, the sharp pain of the teeth making him squeal and squirm. Matthew can feel the wolf’s cock pushing up against his ass, the weight of it heavy against him. His hole gives a hot throb of interest.

Without a thought spared to preparation, Kael lunges forward towards Matthew’s tensed and vulnerable hole. The spade-shaped tip of his cock stabs up against the clenched pucker of the mouse’s hole. Matthew cries out in pain as his hole is stretched, but he’s too tight, his hole too small; the wolf’s cock slides away, rubbing up against the cleft of his ass.

Kael growls in frustration, the sound buzzing through his teeth clenched around Matthew’s shoulder as he digs in harder. Matthew yowls, eyes screwed shut as Kael bites down. The blood runs down the mouse’s chest in twisting rivulets, twining over his chest.

Encouraged by the mouse’s cries, Kael bucks forward again, lining up the tip of his cock with Matthew’s tight pink hole. The mouse yelps and clenches, trying to keep him out, but the wolf refuses to be denied. With a long, hungry growl, he thrusts forward, forcing Matthew’s hole to yield.

The mouse screams as his tailhole is wrenched open and the thick head of the wolf’s cock is jammed inside his throbbing passage. The sigil of Salamand is brilliant with energy, its colors flashing with every pump of the wolf’s hips. Its energy burns a staccato of lust through the little mouse, making him tense and wail.

Kael digs his footpaws into the frozen earth, pushing his cock into the tight, pulsing space of Matthew’s hole. The fat head of his dick pauses, its girth caught in the clench of Matthew’s rim. The mouse’s hole swells and reddens as Kael tries to buck into the boy, making him whine and writhe. His puffy hole quivers under the strain, held open by the fat head of Kael’s dick, unable to spread further.

The wolf snarls into Matthew’s shoulder, his claws tight around Matthew’s narrow waist. He digs long, thin scratches across the boy’s torso. Kael’s dark, musky scent is almost overwhelming as he ruts over Matthew’s body, as if he’s trying to mask the other dog’s scent with his own.

Blood pours from the wound in Matthew’s shoulder, cascading over his chest in scarlet trails. The heat of it covers his nipples in hot flashes of sensation, sticky-sweet on his skin. Kael’s paws roam over his chest, smearing the trails of blood in his short fur. He rubs wet pawpads over the peaks of Matthew’s nipples, pinching them hard between his claws. The sharp digging of his claws pierces through the tender pebbled flesh of the mouse’s nipples, drawing fresh points of bloody pleasure, a needle-stick of want shooting through his body.

Matthew whimpers under the wolf’s ministrations, his short pink cock dripping a weak string of pre onto the forest floor. Kael’s paw wraps around him, covering his length entirely. The wolf’s broad thumb runs over the slit of Matthew’s cock, smearing it with pre. The sigil throbs as Matthew moans at the sensation. His hips quiver as he tries to hump into the wolf’s grasp.

Kael’s paw tightens viciously around his cock; Matthew chokes on a breath, his hole trying uselessly to clench down on the cock spearing him. The wolf growls at the tension around the head of his cock, his teeth scraping clear to the bone of Matthew’s shoulder. The mouse howls as Kael snaps his hips forward, splitting him open on his enormous, bestial cock.

The pucker of his hole spreads open like a bloom, his rim resisting for only a moment, the pressure so intense that his entrance goes white and bloodless. Matthew shrills out a cry, his own paws gripping his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, legs spread as far as he can, as if he can ease the desperate, clawing agony of his wrenched-open hole.

The mouse shoves himself back against the near-unbearable pressure of the wolf’s dick against him, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. His hole aches under the pressure, a deep, bone-shaking pain, as if he’s being torn in two.

Kael gives a snarl, bucking his hips again in a brutal, punishing thrust. The force of his cock tears into the boy, splitting his rim in a rush of blood as the wolf forces the head of his cock into the mouse’s swollen, agonized passage. Matthew yowls as he’s torn wide, his cheeks pulled apart tail yanked up and away form his bleeding hole.

The heat of the pain surging through him is enough to make him feel feverish with pleasure, his vision swimming with black speckles. Dizzily, he tries to hold himself open with his paws, but all he can feel is the wash of blood running from the wound in his back and dripping from his fucked-open tailhole.

With the head of his cock embedded deep in Matthew’s passage, Kael is able to thrust in earnest, his hips bucking as he stuffs inch after inch of his thick shaft into Matthew’s abused hole. The mouse squeals and tries to squirm away, his torn rim flexing as rocks against the branch with every one of the wolf’s powerful thrusts.

Matthew’s struggles only serve to press the wolf’s dick further into his clenching passage. Every twitch of the wolf’s hips feel like he’s being split open, lightning strikes of pain running from his hole to the sigil over his belly.  

Salamand’s mark blazes in time to Kael’s thrusts, flashes of ruby and gold. With every pulse of color, new pleasure burns through him, the warring sensations of pleasure and pain making him dizzy, delirious. Kael’s dick is hard and hot as liquid iron, burning fiercely. Matthew mewls, trying desperately to spread himself wide. His hole constricts and flexes under the strain.

Kael adjusts the angle of hips so that he can better slam himself into the mouse’s tight little ass. The wide, veiny shaft of his dick spreads Matthew’s passage afresh, the harshness of the changing angle forcing the wolf’s cock up against Matthew’s engorged prostate.

Matthew gives a harsh cry of pleasure as the wolf ruts up against him, his own cock spasming wetly against his stomach. His vision flashes black at the stab of sweet agony. His prostate burns under the rough pressure, making his passage contract, squeezing Kael’s shaft tighter and deeper inside of him.  

The mouse moans helplessly, quivering with exhaustion. The blood pouring down his chest feels like a dozen laving tongues, hot and wet and sweet. Matthew arches his back to point his ass up towards the wolf, whimpering needily as he tries to take the wolf deeper into his desperate, aching hole.

Kael gives another punishing thrust; Matthew squeals as the head of his cock punches deeper inside him, splitting his passage wide. The boy’s footpaws claw uselessly for purchase against the pain.

The hot, swollen knot of the wolf’s cock shoves up against Matthew’s broken hole. Matthew cries out as its breadth presses insistently against his torn, pouted-out rim, smearing blood over Kael’s knot.

“No no no no,” Matthew wails, footpaws kicking as he tries to scramble away from the wolf’s knot. “It’s too big, it won’t fit, please!”

Kael growls into Matthew’s bloodied shoulder, shaking his head roughly. His teeth tear fresh furrows through Matthew’s flesh, sending a new wash of blood pouring to the ground. Matthew throws his head back with a cry of agony, back arching as he inadvertently pushes himself back against the wolf’s knot.

The wolf snarls and shakes at the press of the mouse’s hole against his aching cock, the boy’s bleeding, wrecked hole still trying to clench, to halt the press of Kael’s knot against him. His knot throbs with wanting, his blood raging in time to the flashes of the strange sigil across Matthew’s stomach.

Matthew gives a sharp whimper as he feels the wolf’s enormous knot pulse against his trembling hole. His rim flutters as he bears down on the massive intrusion, the intensity of pleasure so deep inside of him that he can feel the sigil distending around his swollen belly. He moans wantonly, one paw falling to the outline of the wolf’s cock pressing his stomach outwards. He strokes the wolf through his body, his tailhole winking needily.

As Matthew runs his paw over his body, he rubs his palm up against the burning sigil. Salamand’s mark gives a flash, so bright it’s almost blinding. Lust arcs through him, his balls tightening as the energy rushes into his stuffed-full ass, his passage flexing unbidden to try and take the wolf in deeper.

The energy pulses through Matthew’s tensed, aching hole, wrapping around the wolf’s cock and knot. It hits Kael like a whip, sharp and intense, the flash of need that stabs through him, agonizing in its ferocity.

Kael’s paws fall to Matthew’s slender hips, his claws piercing the mouse’s skin. He jerks the mouse down against him, shoving up into him with a brutal snap of his hips. His knot slams against the mouse’s ruined pucker once, twice, then forces itself into Matthew’s hole, splitting it wide.

Matthew howls in agony as the knot rends his trembling body, his hole gaping around the wolf’s knot. Blood runs between his legs, mingling with that from his shoulder. A red pool puddles beneath him; his vision wavers black and spotted, ears muffled and ringing.

The wolf bucks again, jamming the fat lobes of his knot up against the mouse’s swollen prostate. Matthew’s vision whites out in orgasm as the knot pounds against him, his over-sensitive prostate rupturing against the unbearable pressure. Matthew gives a weak, hoarse scream at the pleasure exploding through him, his cock jerking upward under the force of his orgasm, cum streaking his chest to mingle sloppily with the hot, dripping blood.

His head drops down, weak and dizzy, legs hanging limply. Blood drips from his toes. His pulse flutters in his ears, thready and weak, his entire body quivering from the exhaustion of blood loss. Kael ignores his prey’s distress, holding the boy’s hips tight as he fucks his knot in deep, splitting the mouse’s passage. His cock spasms, making Matthew’s belly twitch as cum begins pumping into the mouse’s body. His jaw tightens around Matthew’s shoulder, teeth meeting as he tears through the remaining flesh and muscle.

Matthew can only moan weakly, head lolling as his belly distends from the wolf’s cock and cum. His eyes roll back into his head, handpaws dangling before him. His mind feels far away, his body anchored only by the cock pumping his ass full. His belly swells out under the enormous weight of cum inside him, his eyelids fluttering as his eyes roll back in his head.

His body goes completely limp, his ass slack around the wolf’s cock. Kael only digs his paws and teeth in deeper, his knot tied fast in the unconscious boy’s ruined hole as he fucks the little mouse’s unmoving body, the blood sweet in his mouth.
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