A Long and Hard Journey (XXX)

As I dragged myself from the bed, I could feelthe signs of it. A need which had dragged on for far too long, and now that I found myself with a bit of privacy it was starting to bubble up inside of me.

Need urged me on as I grabbed the bathroom door, entered, and shut the door in rapid succession. While I doubted it was necessary, I still glanced back, reached down, and turned the lock until it made a loud click.

My heart was already pounding harder. Every thump brought a gentle tremor to my chest, which in turn radiated outward, and seemed to settle in my groin. It made my lips tremble a little, and I felt a dull itch in my fur as if my whole body was priming itself.

I gulped and put my hand to my chest. The puffier fur felt nice as I raked my claws through it, and I traced it to the top of my abdomen. It hadn't reached down far enough to create a proper pleasure trail, but it would come... one day.

My claws trailed through the thick but short black fur along my abs, and my nose began to pick up the earthy scent of musk. Dripping with maleness, and a form of pungency that I could only identify as bestial. It drew me in, and I tipped my head down to catch more of my own scent. If nothing else, it seemed as if my accelerated maturation had made it more potent... raunchier than it used to be.

I widened my stance a little and could feel as the primal impulses of my own body were growing impatient. My breath grew harsher, and subtle growls invaded every breath. It was like the instincts of a hunt, but of a more erotic kind. It was nice to edge it on, to feel oneself slip into a state less concerned with the outside world.

To my surprise a dribble of drool left my muzzle, and it made me glance down.

I'd been avoiding a proper inspection thus far, but... it was now clear that I may have had some undocumented changes as well. The sheath had long since swallowed up the belly button I used to have as a human, but before it had always had a hint of its origins. Now the fur was thicker, and the sheath itself appeared more plump. The connective webbing that kept it against my abs now reached further up, but it also felt looser.

A dollop of pre was already trickling down the soft black fuzz of the sheath, and the ring-shaped muscle at the top had opened as the shaft poked through. As I peered past the sheath, I could both see and feel my balls as they nestled between my thighs. All of it throbbed in tune with the beat of my heart, and I instinctively shifted my legs once more in a futile attempt to settle this still brewing need.

I couldn't resist, and began to trace my hand along my thigh. As I lifted my gaze once more, my claws slipped in along my orbs, and I cupped their weight in my hand. They were warm to the touch, and gently shifted in my hand as if mimicking my steady pulse.

There was a shower to the left, and a bidet along with a sink next to it. As I moved toward the shower, I could feel the shaft within my sheath shift a little, and I heard the gentle drip of pre hitting the tiles. It soaked my head with lustas I stopped in front of the shower and licked my chops.

With my tail swaying hard enough to hit the nearby sink, I lifted one paw onto the bidet, and leaned forward to press against the wall. I crouched over sharply - a feat that made me glad to be a canine - and brought my nose down to my sheath.

The musk within the room had been a delight, but down here it made my senses bristle. My tongue slipped out, and I traced it along the sheath's rim. A tingle of pleasure made my loins shudder, and I could feel the change in texture between the smooth flesh of the shaft and the ribbed, rather fuzzy feel of the sheath's top. The touch on my tongue was sleek and oily; at first, I only caught a salty tinge. The longer it stayed, the more it developed into the kind of harsh, yet savory punch that only a pent-up, _fucking__ frustrated,_ Alpha of a wolf could produce.

Whilenuzzlingthe sheath, I found the buddingknot hiding within. It thumped harder than the rest, made a pair of oblong bulges, and I could feel the heat radiating from within. The bulge moved as the shaft steadily grew, and I draped my tongue across the length as I urged it on.

Lecherous desire drummed within my mind as I let my tongue worship it, whilethe fur of my muzzle tickledthe sensitive flesh. The primal and thick odor of it steadily went from something that existed within the air, to an all-permeating miasma.

With one hand fondling my balls, I brought in the other to tease the sheath from the opposite side. Itwas tight, but itslid smoothly along the bulging knot as I rubbed at it. Juicestrickled down the sheath and I could feel as it soaked into my fingers.

More...

I let my hand keeprubbingat the sheath and felt as the knot began to meet resistance at the top. It made me shudder a little as I worked the top of the sheath, thenlifted my muzzle to face the exposed part of the shaft. It throbbed with a deep red hue, and the tapered end was like a leaky faucet as more pre drippedout.

As I opened my muzzle, I could feel a wave of excitementmove over me. Everything tensed up, and I felt as it washed over my groin. A sudden series of small spurts shot out, and I shut my eyes as it hit my nose and tongue alike. I lapped my muzzle to soak up the warm droplets, thenswallowed with a mischievous grin.

My maw opened once more, and I lowered my muzzle over the shaft. I kept my teeth clear and extended my tongue, then began to wrap it around the shaft like a lollipop. Warm breath, musky odor, tantalizing tastes blooming as my nose wheezed with steady breaths.

I wish Peter was here...

Another series of those mini-orgasms flowed over me, and I gulped up as much as I could before it came dribbling out. Even my balls were starting to become sleek as I gently shifted the hefty sack with my hand.

I'd pound his ass hard... __H_ ave him make those sweet grunts as_ my knot tickled that itch of his...

I squeezed the knot within the sheath, and felt everything kick into overdrive. Another spurt, heavier and more pronounced. It forced me to gulp it down, and I had shift my leg a little as the shaft began to push out with a vengeance.

More... Harder...

Within moments, myknot had swelled up to the edge of the sheath, and I felt the tip poke at the back of my throat. Pressure grew as the knot wanted out, and as I kept rubbing it felt like every thump made it swell just a little bit bigger.

With a heavy plop the sheath slid free, and out the knot came with a small splatter of pre that had gathered in the sheath. It soaked my hand, and another urge made itself known.

I let my now lubed hand leave the knot and instead reached back. My hand traced my rear, found the wagging tail, and I let one claw trail along my pucker. I could feel it quiver, and the fantasy that rolled in my mind shifted a little.

One claw slipped inside, then a finger, thenanother. Warm, and well lubricated. It wasn't the same as feeling Peter's thick spear, but it would do...

The sensations pushed me over the point of no return. It was a sudden shift from being in control as you built up to something, thensuddenly having said control wrested from your hands.

It was likea ball of tension, one that originated somewhere deep within, and itbegan to radiate outward. My breaths grew erratic, the movements of my hands grew sloppier. It made my lungs scream for air even as my chest was starting to seize up.

My scrotum was tensing up, and I could feel my balls begin to lift as if charging up. The sheer pressure in my knot grew from pleasurable thumps, to afeelingwhere each throb waslikepushing aballoon closerto its limits.

I slipped my muzzle from the shaft, and my eyes widened. There were no measurements other than what my sight provided, but mypreviouslyheftyshaftpaled to this hardened pole of throbbing wolf-meat.

Pre dribbled from my muzzle as I drew shuddering breaths that were shortening with every gasp, and even as I stroked, the feeling of it was negligible to the internal feeling that brewed within. My heart raced, my arms seized up, and my pucker clenched hard.

As my chest seized up completely, I could do little more than growl before the peak was hit.

I leaned forward and let the side of my muzzle grind against the tiles as I felt each wave move through my body. Each brought forth a spurt of creamy cum that painted the wall in thick and stringy ropes. Splats of it landed on my paws, and as my chest began to relax, my growl grew into a loud snarl.

Any inhibitions I'd had faded away, and I screamed into the tiles with bared fangs.

Release...

My whole body trembled as the height of the peak began to taper, and it took all my strength to just remain standing. Gasping for breath, I felt as everything began to relax, and glanced down once more.

The hefty knot thumped, and the shaft visibly throbbed as I held it. There was no way it would go down any time soon, and the afterglow was just starting to enter as my mind began to float on the tingling sensations of my body.

The cum had a distinct scent to it, and in my addled state of mind I licked my chops once more. I reached up with my hand, sniffed at it for a moment, and then let my tongue out. A dessert, with each dab of my tongue adding more to it.

I looked down once more, and this time my gaze caught on the wall. It was a mess, a small puddle gathering both underneath me and along the bottom of the wall. Even as I glanced back, I could see the trail of pre that I had dripped on my way here.

It made my ears twitch in annoyance at the fact that I'd have to clean it up. After a moment's consideration my smile grew once more, and I looked down at the pride between my legs.

There was still plenty of time to enjoy the afterglow, and I intended to make the most of it.