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The full moon was out high above the trees, shedding pale illumination through the thick canopy below. On the leaf and root covered forest floor, a swift blur of brown fur darted after its prey. The heavy-set hobgoblin clad in grimy, ill-fitting leather armor frantically tripped and stumbled over some roots as he gasped for breath. An old longsword with a well-used, chipped blade was clenched tightly in his greasy palm, his small wooden shield dropped several hundred feet back in favor for speed. Even leaving that heavy piece of wood and all the recent plunder behind, the corpulent cad had little chance of escapes and he crudely cursed the beast chasing him. The predator was hot on his heels, its intelligent yellow eyes locked on its victim as it nimbly sprinted after the marauder. The hobgoblin didn't stand too much of a chance in this environment, out of his comfort zone of attacking sleeping travelers at night to steal their valuables. Now he was the prey and his time was almost up.

The brigand tried to climb over a massive fallen tree trunk by hoisting himself over but yelled as he felt the strong, bestial jaw clamp down his right ankle before the large wolf dragged him to the ground. Although the wolf was on top of him, the hobgoblin still tried to put up a fight, swinging his longsword into the beast's shoulder and flank as he tried to avoid getting his throat torn out by the snapping muzzle. Even though he was in such a disadvantageous position, the marauder knew he had delivered several solid blows but it mostly deflected off of the wolf's fur and the wounds he did inflict started to heal, closing up on their own in moments. He now knew this wasn't just some mere animal that hunted him but a monster that he heard tales about. The brigand let out a death cry as the wolf showed him the same mercy he and his band showed that traveling family as he devoured his meal.

The wolf raised his head and howled at the moon, the slain gobliniod satisfying a hunger that was far beyond sustenance. He was villainous scum that preyed on the weak and now justice had been served for the fallen. Despite being what many would call a monster, Drelven always tried to use his primal and vicious nature of his feral side to hunt the vile cretins that preyed on the innocent. He licked his bloodied teeth and muzzle when his ears perked up at the snapping of twigs. As the wolf sharply inhaled the cool night air, he caught wind of a peculiar Orc Scent. Not sure if this newcomer was another raider, the beast crept up slowly through bushes and snaking between tree trunks as he got closer. His paws fell softly on the ground as he stalked his prey but a surprisingly soft voice called out. "I know you are out there! Reveal yourself or I will shoot!" the Orc demanded, followed by the sound of an arrow being notched on a bowstring.

Drelven's keen ears could pick up the slight trembling in that uncharacteristically delicate voice and could immediately feel this one was different. With an unsettling grin, the wolf slowly walked out of the underbrush to reveal himself. The beast sat down in the clearing but it was Drelven that was the most shocked at what he saw. Before him stood a slender and beautiful Orc ranger that was nervously pointing a bow at him. The Orc has unusually soft features with pretty amber eyes and lush lips adorned with two tiny tusks on either side. Although the ranger's build was lithe, there were still a noticeable amount of bicep on the arm that held back the bowstring with two nimble fingers. With straight, black hair that went down to the shoulders, the Orc was quite the cutie indeed though the tight studded leather armor didn't show off much of a chest.

The monster couldn't help but be aroused looking at the green beauty but he still had enough self control to play his part. He sat their obediently, his tail swaying periodically as he patiently waited for the Orc's next command. The ranger, however, knew that there was something different about this wolf. Typically wild beasts do not respond in such a well behaved manner, even when using wild empathy. This one was acting like a well domesticated pet yet he could see the intelligence in those feral eyes peering back at him. It was a calculating look, like someone was waiting for the next move to see how to proceed and frankly it bothered the Orc just a little. The wolf stared down that drawn arrow like it mattered little yet still giving off the impression that he knew what a bow was. The ranger had heard of magical and mythical beasts and perhaps he stumbled upon one that would make a fine first pet.

"Easy there, easy. I won't hurt you. You seem like a good boy and I can see you are very smart too. I got a treat for you, don't be afraid," the ranger said as he lowered his bow, pulling a piece of jerky from a belt pouch and presenting it to the wolf.

The Orc was still unaware of the wolf's actual desire but Drelven didn't want the ranger to spoil the surprise too soon. Instead he complied with the offer, keeping up his ruse as a friendly wolf as he trotted up and ate the jerky out of the soft, elegant hand. Having the creature so close to him allowed the Orc to take his chances and slowly stroke down the brown, furry back. Drelven rather enjoyed this gesture and panted happily, pressing himself up against the slender ranger's body as he swayed his tail. Although the ranger had wonderful vision in the dark from his heritage and the moon cascaded the clearing with plentiful light, this was the first the Orc got a good like at this creature. From the Shaman's long winded lectures, wolves of this size with light brown fur were particularly rare in the region. The beast stood a little over four feet at the shoulder and have a powerful, bulky frame that was mostly muscle.

The wolf didn't waste time inspecting the ranger, enjoying the soothing strokes down his spine. Now that he was such an intimate distance next to his desire, the creature began to prod with his nose and inhale the bewildering scent. Through the leather trappings the beast picked up the strong yet decadent musk of a male but when he pushed his curious snout against the surprised orc's groin, a much more delicate aroma embraced his nostrils. Drelven was currently contemplating about pouncing on this cutie right here and now when the ranger's entire posture shifted. His body tightened and those lush lips trembled as his eyes finally wandered down to the forest floor, the soft hand stopping midway on the creatures back. Everything about this newly discovered pet was perfect except for instead of having fore-paws, it had humanoid hands with yellowed claws speckled with crimson.

"Mmmm, don't stop now. You already gave me a treat so now you have tame me or you will hurt my feelings," the wolf said in a light but sarcastic tone.

"You talk! What are you?" the orc practically jumped with surprise, to the beast's amusement.

"My name is Drelven but I can't be the only one that introduces themselves," he said with a sly grin.

"They...they call me Melgah. You must be one of those demons the shaman warned us about. You trick hunters then devoured them," Melgah gulped, the shaking even more pronounced now.

"I could never devour something as pretty as you. Now, please keep petting but I have a different spot that needs attention," Drelven replied happily.

Melgah could see the thick, meaty tip of the canine's member protrude out of the fat sheath and gulped when he finally got the full picture. The ranger was nervous but at the same time something primal in him caused his mind race with excitement. The orc kneeled down on the ground by the wolf's hind legs, a shy hand with slender fingers reached out underneath the creature to get a grip on that warm, furry covering. Melgah was impressed on the sheer size of the wolf's sheath and hefty, hanging orbs, making him drool over the thought of what the actual cock would be like. Drelven began to pant happily, his tongue lazily hanging out as the new companion kept his grip while slowly stroking back and forth. The ranger admittedly found it difficult to keep a strong grip on something so girthy but with some gentle squeezing and coaxing, inch after inch of throbbing, bestial shaft slide out into view.

The ranger shifted his hand over to the growing member, instantly feeling the heat emanating from it in contrast to the cool night air. Not fully engorged, the great length already dwarfed some of the males of his tribe and the orc strangely took some satisfaction with this. He was delighted to work that throbbing wolf meat, pre now build up and dribbling down the pointed tip. Melgah could only imagine what this beast's knot would be like and his green cheeks began to blush with lewd thoughts. Drelven continue to pant and let out low growls of bliss as these dexterous digits knew just how to work his needy shaft. The wolf's body started to get tense with ecstasy as the orc began to use his thick pre as a lubricant, allowing that soft palm to stroke his member faster with more gusto. It was clear that he had done this before, able to work a cock swiftly into an erection while sending waves of mind numbing pleasure to his lover.

"Alright, lay on you back like a good boy. I got something else fun in mind," Melgah said with a new, seductive tone.

Although his calculating mind normally would be leery about this potential trap, Drelven was too love stricken by those wonderful hands to think twice. He rolled on his back, looking at the orc like a happy pet and was instantly rewarded. Now having better access to that slick, canine cock, Melgah leaned down with a strong grip on the thick length to give to glop of pre on the pointed tip a lick. Salty but succulent flavors embraced the ranger's taste buds and he couldn't help but coo in delight. Drelven's predatory eyes widened with the sudden shock of pleasure as the naughty boy greedily engulfed the first quarter of his length with a wet slurp. It was a little bit of a chore to fit the fat member into his comparably diminutive mouth, but to the wolf's delight, this orc knew how to stuff a shaft in comfortably between his lower tusks. Melgah could immediately feel the flow of pre steadily increase, more delicious globs dripping onto the back of his tongue and sliding down his throat.

The beast was not the only one getting aroused during this encounter, the ranger could feel the groin of his studded leather getting thoroughly soaked with his climbing desire. Drelven was leisurely on his back, panting with bliss as the orc started to bob his head back and forth, teasing the underside of his member with that delicate but devious tongue. He knew his climax was building and that he was going to give Melgah's throat a workout but then his sensitive nostrils picked up a faint, familiar scent. It was the same sweet, feminine odor he sensed before and to have it detectable with his nose so far away through that armor, the orc must be quite excited. The wolf was briefly distracted as his partner slide those cute lips halfway down his throbbing length, forcing some of it to squeeze into this tight throat, but he luckily recovered.

"W-wait. Before you go to*pant* far, I got a better *pant* place in mind," Drelven struggled to say as Melgah's voracious appetite was something difficult to break.

The Orc pulled off the canine cock, gasping for breath as string of saliva still linked his soft lips to the well lubed meat. Disappointed at first he couldn't dine on hot, thick wolf-milk, the ranger quickly caught on what Drelven was implying and started to blush. He was still a little embarrassed about his unique situation but his body's overwhelming urge for primal mating gave him the courage he needed. He stood up, his knees shaking a little for being on the ground so long, before starting to shed his armor. Soft thuds echoed in the forest as the leather armor was discarded, revealing a stunning body unlike anything Drelven had seen before.

It was a harmonious mixture of the best of masculine and feminine qualities, slender and slightly toned but also soft and a little more curves, especially in the hips area. Perky, hard nipples adorned the orc's flat chest and his round, tight booty was to die for. The most obvious striking feature, however, was those plump lower lips already dripping that sweet nectar on the forest floor. The wolf found it hard not to drool as his eyes took in this exquisite specimen, his feral arousal going wild at the prospect. Melgah blushed, knowing he should be used to this reaction from males by now but still finding it flattering to be lusted after like this. The ranger's nethers burned with desire, wanting to be ravaged by this wonderful creature but Drelven had other plans. With a devious smile, the beast slowly walked around behind the orc, his eyes locked on that plentiful rump as he moved closer in.

Melgah gasped sharply and jumped on his tip-toes as he felt the wet nose prod his cute pucker, inhaling the male's scent. The aroma was divine and every fiber of his being wanted to take that beautiful ass but he knew there was another matter to take care of. The dripping flower was right in range so the wolf stuck his large, broad tongue out along the length of the slit to lap up all the savory juices. Melgah gasped happily, though a little shocked to feel how large the creatures tongue truly was, while Drelven helped himself to the decadence. The hot, wet licks were able to reach all over the petite, green groin and occasionally brushed against the nubby little clit. The ranger's entire body jolted with please when this happened but the wolf avoided doing it too much as he continued to tease his partner.

Drelven spent a few more moments licking those tasty lower lips before he was hungry for something more substantial. Without warning, the wolf shoved the entirety of its impressive tongue inside of the surprised orc. He squealed with a powerful orgasm, the tongue pushing against his cervix as Drelven tried to fit it all in. To the ranger, it felt much more like a hefty cock then a tongue, his legs quivering as it was thrusting in and out. The beast enjoyed feeling the individual textures and details of Melgah's insides, amused at how his plan threw the Orc into ecstasy. There wasn't too much room to maneuver and lick inside the tight pussy but Drelven worked his tongue as best as he could. Soon after there was a shrill cry as Melgah climaxed, a strong spurt of his nectar firing into the beast's waiting jaws. He then stumbled over, his knees to weak to keep him upright was he panted with carnal bliss.

"That was *gasp* exhilarating! I guess *pant* it is only fair for you to cum too. Just go easy on me," Melgah managed to stutter out as his pleasure-wracked mind was still reeling.

The wolf didn't need to be told twice, his predatory eyes gleamed with delight as his juice-soaked muzzle twisted into a devious smile. He hopped on the ranger's back to mount him, the hands on his fore-legs gripping the soft shoulders as the thick tip of his cock was pressing against the hot entrance. He didn't know if it was from the strenuous work out so far or nervousness but little beads of sweat began to drip down the Orc's soft back and brow but Drelven was letting him take a breather to prepare himself. Once Melgah gave the go-ahead, the beast tightly gripped his shoulders as it grunted, trying to squeeze the thick shaft into a much smaller hole. It was a minor struggle but soon there was enough force between them to allow that monstrous member inside that cramped boy-cunt.

Melgah could swear he could feel himself get stretched out as his gut was hit with waves of pain and pleasure. It was a good thing they engaged in such rigorous oral earlier since he would hate to try to do this without the proper lubrication. Drelven sense he needed to go slower so he rested inside his partner for a moment before carefully sliding in and out. The ranger was no virgin but he might was well have been with how that canine cock stuffed every inch of his insides. Even at the leisurely pace, Melgah's whole body seemed to move with the motions of thrusts. The wolf started go a little faster, finding a nice rhythm that got them both panting happily like love-struck mutts. The Orc knew that the other tribe-males would be quite disappointed with how much he was going to get ruined by this mating but frankly he didn't care. The only thing on his mind was satisfying his body's need for that hot wolf seed.

There was quite a commotion in the forest, throaty cries of primal lust pierced the night as the two horny lovers ramped up their lewd endeavor. The orc's pretty eyes were rolled up and his tongue was hanging out between his tiny tusks as the beast pounded his poor flower with greater ferocity. A near constant series of squirts allowed the enamored Drelven to supply ample lubrication in the form of his pre-cum, allowing his rhythm to reach a more feral stage. The hefty, throbbing meat was ramming into Melgah's cervix like a jackhammer, causing the bliss-absorbed Orc to feel like he was finally at his limit. With a seemingly impossible feat, the beast managed to shoved enormous length in just enough that his rapidly swelling knot popped inside and immediately began to lock them together.

A haunting, guttural howl shook the forest, causing a group adventures camping nearby to jump to their feet in fear of some hellish attack. Melgah's much weaker climax was overshadowed by Drelven's, a torrent of thick, hot seed began to flood directly into his womb. The orc was drooling and his toes felt like they were permanently clenched, all of the ecstasy was nearly too much to bare as he felt that puppy-cream fill up his belly. The wolf continued to grunt and groan, his furry orbs able to finally release that pent up burden into his beautiful mate. Not knowing much of his curse, Drelven was unsure if his seed would take or not but his fat knot made sure it wasn't going anywhere. The adrenaline rush finally faded and both collapsed with exhaustion, delighted smiles on their faces from the consuming afterglow. This was not how either of them could have imagined this night ending but both were glad the stars aligned.

Sunlight blanketed over the clearing, warm beams mischievously bathed Drelven's face, causing him to wake up rather annoyed. No longer the intimidating beast, he was now a nude, tall, slender man with pale skin and long, shaggy brown hair. As a warrior he was a bit more toned compared to the Orc but he still was unusually well groomed, perhaps even pretty if done up right. The human's amber, feral eyes squinted in the sunlight, the only obvious sign he was one of the cursed in this form. He knew it was time to go, knowing he was vulnerable in this state but as soon as he tried to sit forward, he choked as something around his neck stopped him short. His hands shot up to feel a primitive leather collar and when he looked back he saw the smiling ranger holding the leash.

"Hey, what the meaning of this? Let me go," he shouted, confused but also a little worried about the situation.

"I came out to tame a pet and I found one. Come along, we got to get back to the tribe. They are going to LOVE you," the Orc almost sang happily as he started to drag the new "pet" home.