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If Kevin had imagined the time spent with Jacob would have been enough to cure his weird insatiable lust for the abnormal, well— he’d have been wrong.
Thankfully, he didn’t. He knows he’s had something unlocked inside of him, Chanhee’s presence bringing upon him a weird thirst for something new. Which is exactly how he’s ended up here, lounging on a chaise in Chanhee’s home half naked and sated.
Discussing the possibilities of other joint entertainment projects.
“I have a friend who might be able to help you with your desires,” Chanhee muses, propping his chin up on his hand. Kevin has to fight back a wave of arousal at the sight the demon makes, crimson irises trained on his body as he stretches languidly.
“Oh? Do tell,” Kevin says with a hint of excitement. He doesn’t want to come across too over the top, to make himself look crazy. He just wants to get fucked, sue him.
And it’s not that Chanhee doesn’t satiate that urge, because he’s an absolutely perfect bed partner. Jacob would probably be fun to call around again except that Chanhee had let him know with reluctance that with his breeding season over, he’s not going to be available for some time.
So now he’s picking Chanhee’s brain for any other friends he has with a desperate need to feel something warm and aroused in their bed.
“I know a werewolf, Sangyeon. He’s exactly your type, darling,” Chanhee coos, trailing a clawed finger over Kevin’s collarbones. A werewolf? Interesting.
Kevin can’t deny it and pretend his interest isn’t piqued.
“He just wants to have a little late night fun.”
That low curl of arousal he’s been fighting picks up intensity as Chanhee’s voice begins to drip with that sugary sweetness that always preludes their fun together. As Chanhee’s hands on his body lose that mocking, teasing touch and become more intense and focused.
He’s absolutely done for when the demon leans forward and ghosts his lips across the column of Kevin’s neck, voice soft and breathy around his next words.
“He likes to chase.”
It doesn’t matter if they had just finished a round in the sheets merely a handful of minutes ago, Kevin is more than willing to let himself get swept up in the heat.
And as Chanhee presses him down face first in the chaise and fucks him in hard, punishing thrusts— he can’t help but think what it would be like to be underneath someone else.
Someone more animalistic.
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It turns out that Sangyeon is surprisingly easy to get in contact with as the full moon nears, as the itch begins to crawl under his skin to find a willing mate to spend his evening with. Kevin is plenty pleased about being that person, the thoughts of himself running through the trees as a game.
Because thankfully they are both on the same page. Kevin wants to be chased, to be won. Sangyeon wants to hunt, wants to track him down and earn him as he would any other— so it’s an easy agreement.
He is, however, warned by Chanhee to prepare diligently. Sangyeon’s not going to go easy on him, the demon whispers in his ear, and it's going to be easier if he’s thoroughly ready.
Clothing included.
Chanhee is even kind enough to give him some appropriate clothing for the night’s plans, a sweet flowing white fabric with a matching set of pants— something he notices are both extremely thin. They hide very little and honestly seem like even a twig could rip a hole through them, something that leaves him wondering.
He, once again, has little idea of what he’s getting into when it comes down to it. But as it goes, he’s not concerned. If he can handle Jacob’s whole thing, he’s sure he can handle a werewolf.
Right?
But as the moon begins to rise and Kevin finds himself in a forest far from his home, bare feet sinking into the cool moss, he feels adrenaline and the hint of fear just the same. It’s a rush, an all consuming feeling that seems to not only drown his body but even the air around him feels like it’s rippling with the echoes of excitement, of anticipation.
He’s filled with the unspoken urge to run, to flee. To let himself be chased.
To become the prey.
He takes off between the trees as something in his mind urges him to, dashing between the trunks of towering oaks as the moon guides his path. His feet dig into the earth, propelling him forward as a smile blooms on his face and the wind whips at his hair, at the flowing fabric covering his body. He feels free.
Nothing can tear him down, not even the howl exploding in the distance. The forest is silent, devoid of movement and life as the hunt begins— because even if he is the prey for the night, that doesn’t mean anything else is safe.
“Are you going to catch me?” Kevin calls with delight, laughing with a crazy elation as he rounds one of the imposing trees and comes across a clearing.
He knows the werewolf can hear him, can hear his labored breathing and his careless steps as twigs snap under his feet. He’s being hunted, the air taking a chill as the beast closes in.
And as he looks around at the beautiful sight, he can hear the distant sound of crushing steps, of something panting and of cheerful yips as he waits. He’s carefree as he steps out into the clearing, a meadow of evening blooms facing the moon that only call out to him, call out for the brush of his fingertips across their petals.
The hair on the back of his neck stands tall, a sharp pulse of unbridled fear rippling through him as the harsh panting echoes in the silence. He could run, could pretend that he wants to escape, and even still he might— except that he wants this.
Kevin keeps his back turned towards the shadow in the tree line, that same smile bleeding into his tone as he giggles. “Come get me, puppy,” he teases over his shoulder, taking off in a sprint at the next second.
The edge of the clearing sits merely a few hundred meters away but he knows he’s not going to reach it. He can hear the pounding of the werewolf’s feet against the earth as the beast closes in on its prey.
He gasps as something collides with his back and he tumbles to the ground, fall broken on the cushiony grass and flowers around him. He rolls for a moment and lands on his stomach, vulnerable and exposed as he scrambled to his knees in a last ditch effort to escape the monster behind him.
A heavy weight settles at his back, pushes him down against the ground as the sound of heavy panting grows terribly loud in his ear. He can feel the hot, humid air from the werewolf’s mouth, can feel the spit and drool dripping down over his skin as the snout brushes across his body.
Another gasp is ripped from his body as the weight on his back turns menacing, sharp claws threatening to puncture his skin until he succumbs, leaning down fully with his cheek pressed to the mossy ground. It’s humiliating in the best way as a cold, wet nose nudges at his legs, at the arch of his back until he’s perfectly positioned.
Razor sharp teeth glint in the night as he chances a look over his shoulder, the shadow of an absolutely massive wolf standing above him as he squirms from the feeling. Fuck. There’s something so painfully arousing about the demanding way the werewolf nudges at him, prods at him with the threat of teeth and claws until he’s arranged beautifully.
A sharp ripping sound echoes in the forest, Kevin’s clothing falling off of his torso in shreds. “You caught me,” Kevin breathes shakily, fingers digging into the dirt underneath him. “What are you going to do now, hmm?”
The werewolf snarls, one pointed tooth grazing his shoulder. It should send a hint of fear down his body but it doesn’t. All he feels is want.
Another rip and his shorts are in tatters, body naked and exposed for the werewolf to use and abuse. And abuse he does. The werewolf isn’t easy or kind as he presses his snout between Kevin’s legs, sniffing at his cunt and eventually licking over it in broad, flat stripes to taste him.
He moans at the sudden touch, squirming away from the stimulation on instinct— at least until the paw resting on his back forces him further against the ground.
He’s completely immobile, practically paralyzed as the werewolf hovers over him and holds him hostage. It leaves him feeling strangely confident as the wolf shuffles overtop of him and something huge and wet drags against his thigh.
It’s only when the werewolf’s teeth clamp onto his shoulder and it starts to snap its hips against him that he realizes the massive weight between his thighs is it’s cock.
“Oh god,” Kevin whimpers, struggling to hold still as the massive teeth dig into his skin. The werewolf attempts to thrust in deep a handful of times, cock missing and slamming into his clit with a force that has him sobbing. “Wait— wait, hold on,” he cries, reaching back hesitantly in an attempt to grasp at the massive cock.
When his fingers finally brush against it and he discovers his hand won’t even wrap around the girth of it, he wonders what he’s gotten himself into.
But instead of panicking, he just huffs, pressing the head snug against his hole as the werewolf snaps its hips forward again and sinks in deep with a growl.
Kevin screams, biting down onto the mossy ground in front of him as he’s split open wide in a brutal thrust. It burns, stings, overwhelms him and he feels like he’s going to split in half as the werewolf works itself in deeper in aborted thrusts, uncaring of Kevin’s struggling.
The snarling and the drool leaking down over his skin from the werewolf’s bite only serves to launch him into a weird headspace as its hips start to jackhammer into his cunt without a care in the world. He’s sobbing, shaking as tears are forced from his eyes with each punishing thrust, his walls spasming in an effort to push the werewolf out. He knows he’s being loud, painfully so, but he doesn’t care— all he can think about is the way the werewolf is tearing him apart with each thrust.
“Fuck, fuck,” he whines, voice cracking as the werewolf’s teeth break the skin and blood joins the mix of fluids on his body. It’s disgusting, it feels nasty, but as the wolf pants in his ear and fucks into him harder, faster, he revels in the experience.
All he can feel along his back is the soft fur of the wolf’s underbelly grazing his skin, the humid air from each huffed breath. All he can feel inside is the way that his cunt is seizing up suddenly from the constant stimulation and he wonders if he’s going to cum like this, shoved down into the forest floor with a werewolf mounting him like the bitch he is.
He moans loudly as something starts to change, as the werewolf grows sloppier in its pace and in its messiness. As the cock inside him starts to swell and get stuck in his pussy with each thrust.
It’s all it takes to send him into an orgasm, cunt clenching wildly around the werewolf’s cock as it continues to fuck into him with a force unmatched.
And with each thrust, the knot swelling there catches on his hole and leaves him screaming. The werewolf’s pace speeds up again, unthinkably fast and hard thrusts punching absolutely pathetic noises from him until finally it thrusts in hard and deep and stays there, knot locking it in deep.
His pussy spasms weakly around the knot, a last ditch effort at drawing out his orgasm as he cries into the forest floor. The teeth at his shoulder don’t even loosen up, in fact they only seem to dig in harder when Kevin squirms at the first explosion of cum inside of him.
It just keeps going. He feels like he’s going to explode as the werewolf fills him full, so full that it leaks out of his cunt even around the knot locking them together.
By the time the werewolf stops pumping him full, he expects it to be over— for the knot to go down and for the wolf to leave him there, naked and helpless for something else to use him.
Wrong. Instead, the werewolf thrusts forward, dragging its knot along his walls until he’s sobbing from the burning pleasure.
It’s not finished with one round, apparently. And now he’s stuck with his face in the dirt and his ass in the air as the werewolf fucks into him in short, aborted thrusts.
“Ah, ah—” Kevin sobs, the pressure nearly too much to handle. The werewolf doesn’t even care as it’s knot recedes, just continues fucking into him mindlessly until he’s trembling through another orgasm and the swelling picks up again.
It’s only then that he wonders why the werewolf is able to knot him multiple times, as teeth puncture the skin of his shoulder and drool trails along his neck.
As he’s forced open on another knot.
His rut.
Kevin whimpers to himself at the realization. The werewolf is in rut and that’s why this is happening—
He’s being fucked like a bitch, exactly like he wanted. Like he’s nothing more than fleshlight, a warm hole for the werewolf to fuck into.
This time the knot doesn’t last nearly as long, but instead of the werewolf fucking into him again, it starts to pull out. And Kevin would think that was that if he didn’t know better.
It’s not over.
He doesn’t even have time to shift, to scramble away as the werewolf pulls out of his cunt and a gush of cum trails out, leaking down his trembling thighs and the ground. Doesn’t have time to escape as the wolf thrusts forward, cock slamming against him just above his cunt.
He tries, tries to reach back and help guide the werewolf back in but when his fingers brush the wet length, he gets a menacing snarl in response. He moans in pain as the werewolf misses its mark again, it’s cock eventually dragging between his cheeks in a slow rock.
The fear sinks in right as the cock catches on his hole, as he realizes he’s not sure he’s prepped enough—
As the werewolf thrusts forward and forces its way into his hole with a burning pain rippling up his spine. He wails, clawing at the ground as the werewolf spears him open and rips him apart, completely uncaring about his struggles based on the low growl in his ear.
Stay still, something echoes in his head amidst the pain. He feels like he can’t ignore it, mind hazy with the need to listen as he takes it, takes the brutal thrusting as the werewolf growls in his ear, drool dripping down on his neck.
The werewolf thrusts into his limp body for what feels like hours until it feels like the only thing that keeps him upright is the cock spearing him open. His legs can’t even support his weight anymore and his body keeps collapsing, the wolf nudging him back upright with the threat of teeth.
He’s practically delirious, tears streaming down his face from the thrusts ruining him as he inches closer to another orgasm so suddenly. It takes him off guard, unsure of when the pain had morphed into such stinging pleasure to the point that he’s so close. But it doesn’t matter.
Kevin fumbles and reaches down, face pressed into the dirt as he pants from the feeling, fingers slipping on his clit from how wet he is. He clamps down on the werewolf’s cock as his pussy spasms, gushing over the forest floor as the wolf rushes towards its third orgasm.
The wolf’s paws slip on the ground even as his nails dig in as it draws close, the knot catching on Kevin’s rim with each thrust. It echoes loudly around them with a resounding squelch, the werewolf’s own cum mixing with the shoddy excuse of lube and Kevin’s juices to create a slick enough glide.
He can’t even moan as the werewolf thrusts in deep for the last time, knot swollen and locked inside of him— can’t even think. He just shivers with each burst of hot cum, thighs shaking as he waits for the end.
As he waits for the werewolf to tire of him.
When he feels the cock inside of him start to soften, he nearly sobs with relief— a full body ache settling into his bones. And soon enough the wolf pulls out, knot having shrunk back down to its normal size, as a river of cum leaks out of his holes and drips down his thighs.
There’s a low rumble from the werewolf as it circles his spent body, chest heaving as he gasps against the grass and dirt. He can’t even move, fucked absolutely to the brink of his own sanity, but beneath the aching bones and tired body, he’s sated.
And apparently the werewolf is too. A happy noise choruses that pleased rumble from before as the wolf eyes him up.
His eyes flutter shut as his legs finally give out and he collapses flat onto the earth. Pays no mind to the werewolf as he contemplates the insanity of taking a power nap, limbs shaky like the worst kind of jelly.
A rustle and a low grunt echoes behind him and then suddenly, there’s a body pressed against his. Not a wolf’s this time— but a man.
A chest pressed against his back and lips grazing his sweaty neck, a teasing voice reaching his ears.
“I caught you,” the werewolf mocks, pleased and sated. “I win.”