TRIGGER WARNING: GAY WEREWOLF SEX, m/m, dubcon, rough sex, wolf penis


A howl in the distance sent a chill up Ramir's spine, or perhaps it was the icy wind at his back. Most would consider it suicide to wander about on a midwinter's night. Especially on a full moon, so close to the Blackthorn Woods. He was a Red Hunter though, and knew enough about werewolves to recognize that full moon rubbish as nothing more than folktale bullshit. Still, there were enough werewolves in the Blackthorn Woods as is, and they were fond of hunting at night. Ramir didn't care much for the danger, there would be one less werewolf by dawn if he had any say tonight. He hefted his silver blade and glanced nervously into the dark shadowy forest, slowly walking closer to the edge of the twisted treeline. The full moon shone down upon him, casting everything in a dim grayscale light, a world composed purely of lighter and darker shadows. He stopped at the brink of the threshold, a great arch of tangled strangleroses, adorned with wicked curved thorns and black flowers, and steeled himself to enter their world. He drew his heavy red cloak tight around his armored body and glanced back at his village in the distance, muttering a soft farewell to his former home, then strode through the arch of thorns. Though it was just a step into the forest, it was as though the world had changed entirely. The shadows cast by gnarled stranglerose and their leafless tree victims were surreal, and the chilling winter wind was replaced by an icy stillness that made the man shiver.
Another bestial howl, far closer this time, made Ramir jump, ducking into the hollow of a tree. His blood ran cold when a few moments later he heard the savage panting and soft footfalls of a werewolf dash past. Only the footfalls stopped just a few seconds after they passed, followed by sniffing and a quiet growl. Ramir readied his sword and gathered his resolve. He snuck a glance around the trunk of the tree, but there was nothing there. When he turned his head back however, his heart froze and his muscles locked in fear. Standing only a few feet before him in a bright moonbeam was the most terrible creature to stalk the woods of Aviturris. It was massive, several feet taller than any mortal man with shoulders nearly twice the width of his own. He could not see, but could guess at the powerful lean musculature that lay beneath its wild black fur. A long bushy tail swung between a pair of strong digitigrade legs, and Ramir could not help but notice the large sheath and testicles dominating the beast's crotch. He looked into the beast's the glowing yellow eyes, and the werewolf bared his fangs and growled. In a flash of silver, Ramir thrust his blade at the werewolf's chest, but the werewolf dodged with inhuman speed and gripped Ramir's arm with long sharp claws. The werewolf threw Ramir into the dirt and kicked the gleaming sword from his grip, then crouched over the man and pressed his face into the ground. Ramir tried to struggle free, but the monster was stronger than ten men and his efforts were in vain. The werewolf slashed Ramir's back, ripping away his cloak and scraping his metal armor. The beast growled in frustration and began to rip at the leather straps holding the metal plates together, slowly destroying Ramir's armor piece by piece. The unfortunate human was powerless to stop him, held still by one massive paw pinning his arms behind his chest. Ramir's body was dark, smooth and strong, and he shivered in the cold night air as he was slowly stripped, the muscles in his back tensing as he fought the beast's grip. The werewolf pressed himself against Ramir's naked body and licked the man's ear. Warm fur insulated Ramir against the night's chill and the werewolf's sudden gentle caress made him pause in confusion. His confusion gave way to grim realization when he felt the large mass of hot and hard flesh slipping free of the wolf's sheath to press between his thighs. The Hunters had told him that werebeasts lived to satisfy their most primal desires, and that not all werebeasts were drawn to hunting and bloodshed, but Ramir had never realized that this is what they meant by "other base instincts." As he felt more and more of the werewolf's immense penis unsheath and harden into a slab of throbbing meat, Ramir began to worry if he could even take a cock this large. He was far from inexperienced, but he wasn't THAT loose, not yet at least. As if sensing his unease, the werewolf wrapped his arms around Ramir, holding the man in a warm and firm grip that made him feel safe despite the wicked claws and fangs on the beast. The werewolf began softly arching his hips to rub the head of his pointed wolfcock against Ramir's ass, whining quietly with arousal. Ramir's mind was racing, trying to formulate a plan to escape when the musk reached him. 
It was too much, the soft fur, the warm, muscular body, the heavy musk that got his blood pumping with feral desire. Ramir's eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned, relaxing in the werewolf's grip. He was a trained Red Hunter, he'd fought and killed werewolves before, he hated the beasts with as much passion as one human could muster, and yet here he was giving in without even the most feeble attempts of resistance. He would be ashamed if he wasn't so focused on the hot wolfcock teasing his ass. Precum leaked continously from the fleshy pillar and left them both slick and lubricated, and the wolf slowly teased the tip into Ramir's hole. The werewolf growled softly as he began to inch more of his shaft into the man, and Ramir groaned as he was penetrated with ease until the werewolf came to his knot. Even uninflated, the bulbous mass of flesh was far too thick for Ramir's ass, but the lusty beast could care less. Ramir grunted in pain as it was slowly forced in, making the werewolf growl louder until suddenly his fuzzy balls were pressed against Ramir's with a pop. The beast whined and bucked his hips, keeping his monster cock lodged fully inside Ramir. The feeling was incredible, and Ramir found himself panting and fully erect, savoring the werewolf's soft fur brushing across his back. It wasn't long before the werewolf used more force, grunting with pleasure as his knot popped free of Ramir's ass. He slammed it back in, making his human bitch yell in pain. He did this again and again, and Ramir whimpered as his hole was ripped open and his ass destroyed by the fist-sized knot at the base of the werewolf's throbbing cock. After a while, the pain gave way to pleasure and Ramir was moaning greedily and pushing back against the werewolf's thrusts. The beast continued to whine and growl, thrusting his hips in a quicker and harder pace as he went. The slap of his oversized furry balls against Ramir's swollen sack was just another element of pleasure that further bombarded the human. Ramir moaned incoherent pleas, trying to beg for more but too overwhelmed to manage it. The beast started to pant as he jackhammered the human's hole, the pleasure of using his new bitch was growing too much for his pent up testicles and he felt blood surging to the knot of his bestial cock. The werewolf howled in pleasure and dominance as cum shot from his throbbing pole. His knot slowly swelled to the size of a large grapefruit, but the werewolf kept pounding Ramir until his cock was too bloated to rip free from the human's broken ass. The werewolf held himself very still, panting and holding his bitch tight, still flooding the man's hole with his colossal load. Ramir continued to moan greedily and grind his brawny rear against the werewolf, eliciting whimpers from the creature as the human stimulated his hypersensitive dick. Finally, Ramir reached his climax, shuddering as he surrendered himself fully to the massive werewolf.
The two lay there, panting softly, slowly recovering from their primal passions. The werewolf sighed, tensing and then relaxing as he slowly shrunk. His fur, teeth and claws receded until he was just a normal human,a man in his late 40s with a bushy black beard and a hirsute body. The man stood and pulled Ramir to his feet, then bowed gratefully to the other man. "Thank you, it has been far too long since the beast within me was satisfied, I'd started to forget what it was like being human." the man said quietly, holding Ramir in a tender embrace.
"I should kill you." Ramir muttered, still dazed and enthralled by the werewolf, "The Hunters would have me strike you down..."
"Then I owe you my life twice over," The man kissed Ramir gently, then turned to run, leaving Ramir naked and alone amidst his ruined armor.