Three Wild Werewolf Tales

by Calandra Hunter

  Richard chuckled, his breath hot across Sean’s shoulder. He wrapped his hand around Sean’s dick, and tugged once.

  Sean moaned, his hips fucking into Richard’s grip. His hand was rougher than Sean’s and bigger, and he loved it. “Yes,” he hissed as Richard moved his fist in a tight rhythm, long strokes from base to head. “Fuck yes.” It felt so good, the double sensation of being fucked and jerked off, that Sean was coming hard within seconds, groaning and gasping as his come landed on the bed in spurts. Even through the hazy pleasure of his orgasm Sean winced as his body clenched around the big knot.

  Richard inhaled sharply and as he let go of Sean’s dick, his hips moved faster, sharper as he kept fucking Sean.

  Every thrust sent an aftershock of pleasure through Sean, making him whine and pant. He hoped Richard was gonna come soon, because being fucked was almost too much now.

  Richard was grunting into Sean’s ear now, low and harsh, the hand that had been around Sean’s dick now on Sean’s hip to push him up against Richard’’s thrusts. “Nearly there, nearly –” Richard let out a low growl as he came, filling Sean’s hole.

  Sean shivered at the feeling of Richard’s come inside of him and the way his dick jerked, so strange and good at the same time. He tried to lie down, but couldn’t move because of the swollen knot.

  Richard realised what he wanted, and wrapped one arm around Sean as he lay down on his side. “Better?” he asked.

  “Uh huh,” Sean replied, breathing heavily. Moving like that had been painful, as Richard’s thick dick kept brushing the parts of Sean that were now so sensitive. Now that they had settled, Sean sagged against Richard. One of his arms stretched out on the blanket, with the other hand he reached back to stroke Richard’s skin.

  Richard’s arm was around Sean, heavy and secure. “I’ll give you a few minutes before I start fucking you again.”

  “Again?” Sean asked, although his limp dick twitched with interest.

  “What else am I going to do with my dick up your ass?” Richard nipped at Sean’s shoulder, his hand moving to stroke Sean’’s stomach. “And such a nice, tight ass too.”

  Sean shifted to get more comfortable, hissing at the rub of the knot inside. “Tell me about it.”

  “It’ll feel better in a minute,” Richard promised.

  Sean closed his eyes. While part of him wanted to sleep, another part was eager to be fucked again, knot and all. He had never felt anything like it before.

  Richard thrust into him. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

  “I wasn’t!” Sean cried out. “You said this could last half an hour?””

  “Or longer.”

  Sean stared at the wall and groaned. His body was slowly getting used to the knot now that he wasn’t moving, it didn’t feel as big and full as it had at first. But he knew that no matter how well his body was adapting, the knot wasn’t going anywhere. He was stuck, unable to resist if Richard decided to fuck him a second time. Knowing how powerless he was made his dick harden.

  Richard noticed it too, and thrust into Sean again. “I’ve waited long enough.”

  He gasped when Richard continued to thrust in and out of him, his ass still way too sensitive. Pain and pleasure were mixed and Sean didn’t want it to stop. “Yes,” he panted. “Again, fuck me again.”

  Richard growled, pulling Sean tight against him. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

  He nodded, his hand pushing down on Richard’s side to urge him on. “Yeah.” He hadn’t expected being fucked by Richard was going to get this rough, but if round two felt anywhere near as good as round one, he wouldn’t complain. “I just wish, mm, I just wish you could pull out and slam back in again, y’know?”

  The lustful groan from Richard’s mouth went straight to Sean’s dick, and his next thrust was harder. “You not getting fucked hard enough yet, is that it?”

  He laughed at how Richard sounded insulted. “Or deep enough,” he said, hoping Richard would take it as a challenge.

  Judging by the snarl, he was. Richard’s nails scraped down Sean’s stomach. “You want hard and deep, you got it.”

  The promise in that voice made Sean shudder, and he was rolled onto his stomach, his fully hard dick trapped between his body and the bed, like it had been when Richard had licked his hole open. Now, every shallow thrust sent Sean’s dick rubbing against the blanket and soon, Sean was moaning desperately, crying out when Richard pulled out as far as he could, Sean’s hole stretched to its limit around his knot, then moaning when Richard thrust back in, hard and fast.

  “Still want more?” Richard asked him, leaning on his elbows above Sean.

  Sean’s eyes were shut tight, and he was lost in the pleasure and the raw pain. He couldn’t find the words, could only whimper as he felt his second orgasm building inside him, so soon after his first. “So close,” he sobbed.

  “Good,” Richard grunted, thrusting in hard again.

  Sean grabbed the blanket, his hands curled tight as Richard fucked him. “Please,” he said, begging for relief. It was almost too painful now, having his dick trapped underneath him, but Sean didn’t want to move either. He just wanted to feel Richard on top of him, hot and heavy, holding him down with ease. “Oh fuck, please!” A couple of more thrusts, and his orgasm ripped through him, making Sean scream. It was a shorter, but more intense orgasm than his first, and Richard rolled them back onto their sides as Sean was panting heavily. He felt his own come sticking to his stomach.

  “Ride it out,” Richard muttered, still fucking Sean. “Just ride it out.”

  Sean let out a desperate whine in reply, hoping that Richard was going to come again soon, filling Sean with come even more. He was held securely in Richard’s arms, and Richard himself was speeding up his thrusts, grunting and huffing. With some effort he raised his hand to stroke Richard’s arm, urging him to finish.

  Richard shuddered and groaned, his large dick once again jerking inside of Sean and more come filling Sean’s ass. “God, that’s good.”

  Sean closed his eyes briefly, and took a deep breath. The smell of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, and he wondered what it was like for Richard. “I know,” he mumbled, resting his head on his arm while the other was still running up and down Richard’s arm. He was exhausted, but Richard’s knot was still big and swollen inside of him. Fuck, even now he wanted to be fucked again and again until he couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Come on, sit up with me,” Richard told him, nudging Sean with his elbow.

  He didn’t want to sit, but Richard was moving already and Sean had no choice but to move with him. The knot shifted as Richard moved, Sean trying to stay as close to Richard as possible, but even with both of them being careful, there were a few moments where it hurt like hell.

  Eventually, Richard was sitting with his back against his headboard and Sean in his lap. “This is better,” Richard muttered, both arms around him as Sean leaned against him. “More comfortable.”

  Sean nodded, his head against Richard’s shoulder, his legs were stretched out alongside Richard’s. There was a companionable silence and Sean closed his eyes, enjoying how good it felt to simply be held by Richard, even with a dick still in his ass. Who knew that getting lost and chased by a werewolf could lead to something this satisfying? “Richard?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Did I ever, y’know, say thank you?” He tried to remember, but he was fuzzy on the details, he’d been too busy being scared.

  Richard laughed, and Sean felt it against his back. “For scaring off the other werewolf? No, I don’t think you did.” He ran a firm hand down Sean’s chest.

  “Well, thanks,” Sean said, squirming happily and groaning as the movement led to shocks of pleasure. Him sitting on top had driven Richard’s dick even deeper inside of him, and the knot was actually close enough to his prostate for Sean to feel it and love it. He ground down awkwardly. “Thanks so much,” he managed.

  “You gonna fuck yourself on my dick now?”
Richard asked, sounding amused. “You kids are fucking insatiable.”

  “I’m 21.” Sean shifted to get his knees under him, Richard’s thighs forcing him to spread them wide. “And you’re not complaining.”

  “Definitely not.” Richard groaned quietly when Sean ground down again, and his arms tightened around Sean.

  The knot felt amazing now, still massive and keeping Sean from riding Richard like he wanted to, but grinding like this was something else. Sean arched his back, gasping softly as he moved. He had never appreciated how good it could feel to go slow, to keep the movements shallow, but he was learning to appreciate it very much now.

  Richard bit down on his shoulder, light enough not to hurt too much. “Keep moving like that and I’ll fill you up some more.”

  Sean smiled as he moved his head so Richard could nuzzle his neck. How much come was there in his ass right now? It had to be a lot. “Good,” he replied. “I want you to.”

  Richard growled, thrusting up to make Sean moan. “Oh, so you want to feel it leak out by the time I’m done? That what you want?”

  He imagined a thick stream running down his thigh, and nodded. Richard thrust up into him again and Sean whimpered. His ass was so sensitive, especially with the knot adding to it now. “Please, careful, I can’t –”

  “You can,” Richard told him, wrapping a hand tight around Sean’s dick again. “If you want me to come, you have to come first.”

  He was panting desperately, shaking his head. While he was hard, it also hurt, especially with Richard’s rough hand pumping up and down. “Fuck, Richard, I need time, I need – fuck!”

  “You can come, and you will come.” Richard’s hand was moving faster now, and without mercy. “And you will like it.”

  There were tears welling up in his eyes and even with the raw pain, he felt his orgasm building regardless. “Richard, please,” he begged. They had to slow down, but even Sean’s body was working against him as he was grinding down on Richard’s dick faster now, pushing down hard.

  Richard breathed hard and fast, and he thrust up as Sean moved down and didn’t flinch when that made Sean scream. “You’ll feel better when you come.”

  His mouth hung open as he leaned back against Richard, a constant stream of whimpers and pants falling from his lips. He closed his eyes, waiting and grinding helplessly. He was close, painfully close and it was even more painful when he came, a weak dribble from his dick. He also felt pleasure, and deep satisfaction.

  As he stopped moving and sagged against Richard, Richard thrust up hard inside of him, once, twice, three times before Richard grunted and pulled Sean close.

  He sobbed when he felt come hit his insides, surprised Richard still had plenty left. “Can we,” he asked, his voice hoarse, “not fuck for at least five minutes? Please?”

  Richard hummed his agreement, running one large hand down Sean’s arm. “So long as you don’t fall asleep on me.”

  “I won’t,” Sean replied, and yawned. “Promise.” He moved his knees again to stretch them out, hissing in some pain at the feeling of Richard’s dick and knot in his overly sensitive ass. Every nerve ending in there felt on fire, a constant flow of pain and pleasure.

  He closed his eyes, half-expecting Richard to nudge him, but Richard kept quietly stroking Sean’s arm, and only the occasional scrape of a claw against his skin kept Sean from falling asleep.

  Eventually, the pain subsided and Sean merely felt uncomfortably full as he sat in Richard’s lap. He shifted slightly, and grinned when it felt good to feel Richard’s knot brush against his prostate. “Oh!”

  “Does that mean you’re ready for round four?” Richard asked, his voice low and husky, as if he too had been about to fall asleep. He brought up his knees when Sean nodded. “All right, hold on.”

  “To what?” Sean asked, then groaned when Richard leaned forward. One arm was still wrapped around him, holding him as Richard got to his knees and leaned down again. Sean got his own hands and knees under him. The brief rest had done him good, and Sean felt as eager to be fucked as he had the first time.

  “You good?” Richard’s hands were on his hips again, and when Sean nodded, he began to thrust in and out. Not as hard as the first time they had been in this position, but enough to make Sean hang his head and move into it as much as he could.

  There was still an edge of pain to every thrust, but Sean didn’t mind, he focused on the pleasure, on his hard dick, on how good it felt to be so completely full. His fingers dug into the blanket, and he whined. His next orgasm, he knew, was going to be a dry one.

  Richard’s groans sounded more desperate now, and Sean could hear he was in some pain too, but kept fucking Sean regardless. They didn’t have to speak, they knew what they both needed. Relief, before it became too painful for them to continue.

  He moaned when Richard rolled his hips just the right way, and he clawed at the blanket underneath him. “Fuck, yes, like that,” he panted, “like that.”

  Richard grunted, pulling Sean’s hips back, making it impossible for Sean to move himself, but it didn’t matter because it felt amazing, even after three orgasms.

  He shuddered, arms barely able to hold him up as his fourth orgasm hit him, short and intense, the pleasure gone far too fast. He opened his eyes and just as he thought, no fresh come on the blanket.

  Richard took longer, his groans became increasingly more desperate until he came too, making a noise worryingly close to a howl.

  Too many things had happened that night for Sean to be weirded out by that, and he simply felt relieved that Richard had stopped thrusting. Things had got painful by the end there.

  Once again, Richard moved so they could lie down, and Sean snuggled into Richard’s embrace. “I don’t know about you, but I’m finished for the night.”

  Sean smiled, and nodded his agreement. “Yeah, I think I’m good too,” he mumbled.

  Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that Richard’s knot shrunk down immediately. It wasn’t until Sean had nearly fallen asleep about fifteen minutes later that he felt it. At first he thought he was imagining it, but Richard made a surprised noise too.

  “Is that...”

  “Wait.” Richard held him tight to stop Sean from moving too quickly.

  It felt weird not to feel so full after such a long time with the knot inside of him, and Sean whimpered when Richard slipped his dick out eventually. He also felt come drip out of his hole, and he couldn’t imagine how stretched that had to be right now. He wished he could see it.

  Richard rolled away from him, getting out of bed, and that was strange too, to be without the other man’s solid body and warmth.

  Sean shivered. It was surprisingly chilly now. He listened to Richard pad out of the room then wander around. When he heard the sound of a toilet flushing, he sniggered in understanding. Now that he thought about it, taking a leak wasn’t a bad plan, and he got up to follow the noises of running water, come dripping thickly down his thigh.

  He found Richard in a small bathroom, humming to himself as he washed his hands in the sink. “Oh,” Richard said, looking surprised to see him.

  “Uhm,” Sean replied, now feeling awkward. “Can I?”

  “I’ll be...” Richard trailed off, turning off the faucet to dry his hands, then brushed past Sean on his way out. “Bed.”

  With a faint blush on his cheeks, Sean shook his head as he peed. They had just had some crazy, mind-blowing sex, and now they could barely look each other in the eye.

  He made his way back to the bedroom in a dark cabin, and crawled underneath the blankets. Awkwardness or not, he wasn’t going to sleep anywhere else but in the comfy bed. But maybe not on his back. He settled down facing Richard, who reached out to turn off the light.

  “You know,” Sean said, pulling the blanket up further and feeling less awkward in the darkness, “next time you take a guy home to fuck him into the mattress, you should warn him in advance about the knot thing.” He was relieved to hear Richard laugh
.

  “The knot only comes out on the nights when I have to transform,” he replied, and Sean could hear the smile. “But consider yourself warned, kid.”

  He perked up at that. Did that mean Richard wouldn’t mind if he stuck around? He could call ahead and see if he could change the bookings of the lodges. It should be doable, as he was travelling alone rather than with a group. “So do you only transform tonight? Or also tomorrow?” he asked. “I mean, the nights before and after a full moon also have a moon that’s pretty full.”

  “Tonight was the first,” Richard told him, sounding amused. “There’ll be two more nights.”

  Oh. Well. That was good to know. Because, yes, having the knot inside of him felt strange and weird and being fucked so often in a short timespan was painful, but that didn’t mean Sean didn’t want to do it again. The orgasms had been worth it. “Really?” he asked, shuffling closer to Richard.

  “Spit it out.” Richard’s voice was gruff, but not discouraging.

  “D’you mind if I stayed two more nights?” It came out in a rush, and Sean was glad Richard couldn’t see the way he was blushing. “I won’t be in your way, I’ve got everything with me to take care of myself, and I want to explore the paths around here some more.”

  Richard grunted, and Sean yelped when he felt a large hand around his arm and then he was pulled closer. “Two nights, that’s it,” Richard told him, wrapping his arm around Sean’s waist. “After that you leave.”

  Sean nodded and moved with Richard as the other man rolled onto his back. He shifted to get more comfortable. “Deal, I do want to complete this trail.”

  Richard let out a laugh. “That’s assuming,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “you can still walk after two more nights with me.”

  Now that was a challenge Sean was more than ready to accept.

  Caged Wolf

  by Calandra Hunter

  Copy right 2013 Calandra Hunter

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