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The deeper down they went, the weaker the light of the torches burning on the walls became. Desmond kept his head low as he was led down yet another flight of stairs, further and further away from the light up above. The wolf kept his head low. The week he had spent in the castle's prison prior to his final sentence had dulled him and prepared him for what was waiting for him.

"And you're so young too," one of the guards that were leading him down said. The large tiger had a firm grip on Desmond's arm. That one never stopped talking. "Shame what this world does to you runts. Real shame, that is."

"Like you actually cared, Cal," the other guard said with a snicker. Both of them were tigers. They were both tall, had broad shoulders and while their orange and black striped fur made Desmond's plain bland gray pelt look pale in comparison, the wolf could barely even tell one from the other. These damned cats all looked the same for the canine. The metal of their armor shook with every heavy step they took. Their size, their armor, and the swords hanging from their waists eliminated any semblance of a chance of pulling a desperate fight to avoid his fate from the wolf.

Especially given his own state. Desmond had always been lean, but the poor amount of food he had gotten lately had left him downright skinny. The wolf wasn't tall, even for his species, and he was indeed still quite young. They had left him with the ragged, torn shirt and pair of pants he had been captured with but other than that? Nothing. Desmond walked on his bare paws. To top it all, they had tied his hands behind his back. There was really no escape.

"Well, I don't care per se," the guard continued. "I mean, if you don't want to face execution then don't become a fuckin' bandit, ya know? It's just really a shame."

Desmond's ears twitched but remained low. The wolf hated how they talked about him as if he wasn't even there.

"It's one thing to be a bandit," the second guard said, "but it's a whole new level of bandit stupidity to dare try to attack duke Grynhaldt's own carriage on his way to the castle. You bandits are just really really dumb, aren't you?"

The tiger teasing him gave Desmond a small shove on his shoulder and laughed. Desmond glanced back at him and growled softly, but the tiger didn't seem worried.

"They say one of his elite guards can take on twenty men. He had five with him! I heard they wiped the floor with you sorry folk."

Desmond lowered his eyes, but his growling didn't cease. He couldn't even deny it. It had been a stupid plan. An audacious one. But, even he had thought the prospect of the spoils had been good the night before when they were planning it. Desmond wasn't sorry for the five or six from his little bandit group that had been killed in the robbery attempt. He didn't know any of the scumbags very well. He was, after all, angry at the bandit group for running when things went south and leaving him behind. From all of his fellow criminals, he alone had been spared and captured. Yet what good was it to be spared? All so that the duke could put on a little show in his 'trial' and look good in front of the other pampered nobles while sentencing him to die anyway.

And worse yet, he was going to the Pit.

The guards led Desmond down so deep under the castle that the torches were barely burning anymore, so one of the tigers took one from the wall to take with them. For Desmond, it still looked like it took too long until they arrived at their destination.

Truth be told, Desmond expected more. Down at the end of one of the lowest dark hallways, there was just a huge hole. The construction ended there, so it was as if the hole had simply opened beneath the hallways to have it crumble down into it at some point. It was, however, wide. Very wide. The wolf inched closer to look down, but it was way too dark to see how deep it really it was. Deep, deep down below, he could swear he could see hints of brightness, but it was impossible to tell. His fate had never looked more harrowing than it did with him right there, staring down at the Pit from above.

One of the tigers started handling a rope mechanism at the hole's edge. Desmond hadn't noticed it before, but as the feline pulled a simple, frail-looking wooden platform was raised. The other guard led the wolf towards it.

"This is it, runt," the tiger said. "I'd wish you good luck, but what's the point? The Beast isn't gonna get much from your skinny hide, but you should still make a good appetizer."

Desmond's ears fell back. He dared speak for the first time.

"What's this Beast like?"

The guards grinned at each other.

"Oh, you don't wanna know," the one operating the lift said first. "Heard he's the size of a horse. Teeth as sharp as daggers. Three heads, all of them hungry, breathes fire, his roar can-"

"Yeah, and it has two dicks too," the other guard said interrupting the first with a snort of mockery. "Don't listen to Cal. No one's ever returned from the Pit, so how would anyone know anyway?"

"My grandfather worked at the castle when they threw the Beast down there! He's seen 'im. Said he could eat a man whole if he wanted to!" the other guard, or 'Cal', protested.

"You're scaring the runt," the first guard said again. "The Beast might not like 'im as much if he gets there with his pants pissed and then it'll be us that will have to come all the way down here to toss 'im food again. I know I wouldn't eat some runt smellin' of piss."

Desmond growled again. "I won't piss my pants!"

Of that, both tigers laughed.

"Sure you won't, pup," the first said, grabbing Desmond's arm and leading him towards the wooden lift. The wolf was afraid to even step on it fearing it might crumble from his weight alone. The tiger pulled a dagger from his belt, slashed the ropes keeping the wolf's hands tied together and shoved him forward towards it. Desmond stumbled towards the lift with a whine and fell down on his knees over it. It had no railing or anything so the wolf almost fell down the other side. He looked at the tigers and, with his hands free, considered making a break for it. He would never make it, he knew.

"We're not monsters, though. The law says that every prisoner should be taken down with a mean to fight the Beast," the first tiger said. They looked at each other and snickered again. "Duke Grynhaldt declared you were to have this."

The tiger pulled a small butter knife from his pocket, which brought more snickering from both guards, and threw it at the sitting wolf's feet. He then nodded to his companion.

"Well, as I said, I'd wish you good luck, but..."

Desmond tried to stand up, but when the tiger messed with the lift's ropes again it shook and the wolf had to hold down to it to avoid falling. Before he could do anything, they started lowering the lift. The wolf looked up at the tiger's look of amusement as he was lowered down to his fate until the light of the feline's torch became distant.

For a little while, the wolf found himself surrounded by nothing but darkness. He still had to hold on to the lift, for it was anything but steady, and he could feel it continue to go down, further and further. The air around his almost bare fur grew colder and the air felt damp. To Desmond, it felt like he had been going down forever before he saw the brightness coming from beneath him grow larger.

When it approached he saw what it really was. To the rocky walls of the cavern and all around him, some kind of glowing moss clung to the walls, covering most of it in its weak brilliance and illuminating the surroundings. Though it was nothing when compared to sunlight, or even torchlight, the wolf was relieved to see that he wouldn't be in absolute darkness.

The lift suddenly shook and came to a complete halt. The wolf waited, but it didn't resume moving again. For a few moments, Desmond was afraid, but when he looked down again he saw moss covering some of the ground again, which meant he wasn't that far from the bottom. He could jump down from the lift, but that would mean there'd be no reaching it again anymore. These royal fuckers were clever.

The wolf took the butter knife in his hand. It wasn't even sharp! With a growl given how unfair these nobles were, he instead threw the knife away. It bounced against one of the Pit's walls and fell down on the rocky ground below. The sound echoed through the caverns, which Desmond saw went on in two other directions, but other than that, there was only silence. The wolf's ears went up and he went as far as holding his breath to listen.

Only silence.

Hope swelled within Desmond's chest. What if this famous 'Beast' was actually dead? Or gone? It certainly wasn't there! Perhaps the wolf wasn't as dead as they thought he'd certainly be. The gray wolf still hesitated for several minutes, but the guards up above were probably already gone with no intention of taking the lift back up anytime soon. No sound or sign of movement came from below either, so finally, Desmond decided to carefully jump down into the caverns of the Pit and try his luck.

The bright moss covered the wide walls of the caverns in both directions showing that this 'pit' was actually much larger than it looked at first. All Desmond could do was pick a direction and walk. As useless as it was, he still picked up his little knife to take with him.

The wolf had to walk for a while. He clung close to one of the walls, but the cavern's ground was surprisingly steady even if rocky. At some points the moss was either not as bright or had receded, so Desmond had to walk in the dark for a bit, but there was always more bright moss up ahead. Sometimes so much that it was as if he was in a fully illuminated room. As the wolf continued to walk, he found that the cave started getting wider and wider. So much that he couldn't even see the other wall at first, and then...

"What the... fuck..." Desmond muttered. The cavern led to what the wolf could only describe as a forest. A freaking weird, dark, eerie underground forest. Weird trees with thick trunks and dark-colored leaves grew on the soil with smaller plants in-between them. Up above, Desmond could still make up a moss-covered ceiling, but the 'forest' was too wide and too full of trees for him to make out what was in any other direction.

The wolf's tail wagged nonetheless. Surely there had to be a way out into the surface if these caverns were so big and wide, right?

With some reluctance, Desmond stepped into the forest. The trunks and soil were brimming with different types of mushrooms, some of those he even recognized as edible from his solitary days trying to survive as a poor bandit. More relief surged through the wolf. Amidst the trees, things were darker so the wolf tried to stick to whichever way there was more light. Soon enough, his ears also captured a new sound. Water!

It didn't take Desmond long to find it. The wolf was hoping for a river of some sort, but what he found was a small stream of running water that seemed to come from the rocky walls above the cavern to pour down through its cracks and make its way down below. Tasting it, the wolf found that it was also good enough.

Desmond was kneeling there on the earth next to the water fountain when he heard the rustle of leaves coming from behind him. The wolf's ears shot up immediately and he turned around, but at first, he saw nothing. More sound quickly followed, though. They sounded like... steps. Heavy steps even in the relatively soft ground beneath them. And they were growing closer.

Perhaps there was a beast after all.

Desmond wasn't a fool. With no weapons of his own, the wolf immediately got up and ran. He made his way past the foliage in the opposite direction of the sound, which grew more prominent as Desmond continued to run. Soon enough, he reached another cavern entrance, of which Desmond wasn't even sure if it was the same one he had come through or not, and the wolf ran into it.

The sound of heavy steps following him was growing closer and closer. So much so that the wolf didn't even want to risk looking back. Desmond ran as fast as he could, but he was forced to stop when suddenly he found a wall of bright moss right in front of him. The path led to a dead end.

"Fuck!" Desmond cursed and turned around. When he did, however, he found his path blocked by the largest monster he had ever seen.

One thing the guards had gotten right about the beast. It was about the size of a horse, or at least Desmond was sure he could mount it without a problem if that were to be possible. The beast's size was the only thing that resembled a horse in it, however, for what it really looked like was a gigantic, enormous feral wolf.

The huge wolf stood there, blocking his path but simply looking down at him. His fur was of a deep black coloring making it hard to even make out the large wolf's features in the faint light of the cave. The beast's eyes shone in a tone of yellow so strong that it looked like it was leaning towards red, reflecting the light of the moss surrounding them. Now that he was so close the wolf could also pick up the beast's scent with absolute clarity. Desmond's canine nose twitched once in reflex as he took in the isolated scent of the feral wolf in the caverns.

Desmond's tail tucked itself between his legs. He had told the guards he wasn't going to piss himself, but he felt it almost happening when he took a step back. The wolf's ears pinned themselves down against his head and he stumbled to pull the butter knife from his pocket as it was his only weapon.

The moment he did, the beast's eyes narrowed. They shot down towards his knife and the huge wolf's muzzle opened a snarl, showing a wide array of pure white, sharp teeth that had Desmond letting out a whine of fear just from seeing them. The feral wolf's stance changed, making Desmond take another step back.

And then, in a split second, the wolf jumped over him. Desmond barely had time to even lift his useless knife before the beast was upon him. The wolf let out a whimper of pure fear, then grunted as the wolf's weight crashed against him and took him down with ease. Desmond stumbled and fell down on his back, then gasped as he felt the weight of one of the wolf's oversized paws right against his chest, pinning him down. He brought his hands up and noticed he had dropped his knife while falling down.

He tried to pry the wolf's paw off himself, for the beast's weight was very much felt on his chest and ribs even with only a single paw holding him down, but Desmond froze right away when he saw those rows of sharp teeth from the beast's muzzle approaching his face. That was it. The wolf was going to rip out his throat. Desmond closed his eyes and turned his muzzle away, whimpering again, bringing his arms up in a hopeless attempt to protect his face and waiting for the final strike.

But it didn't come.

A few seconds went by and he opened his eyes again to see the feral wolf staring down at him. His weight was still hard to bear, making breathing a little harder, but the wolf was just glad to still be alive. He met the beast's eyes who were still staring at him, narrowed, but it was as if they were studying him.

"Weak."

Desmond's eyes went wide. The feral wolf's voice was rough and gruff. In fact, his 'words' almost sounded like a growl in itself, but he could've sworn he heard-

"Weak. Frail," the beast said again.

Desmond stared at the wolf with confusion. From up close he could make out the sheer bulk of the beast. The feral wolf had a broad chest and a wide build even for a feral. His paws alone were so large that a single one covered almost the whole of Demond's chest making it easy for the wolf to keep him pinned down. His black fur was thick and covered him in its entirety, but the beast's muscle could still be made out even through it, so it was no wonder the damned wolf was just so incredibly heavy. 'Beast' was almost an understatement.

"Y-you can speak?!"

The wolf kept staring down at him, but didn't respond, which made Desmond wonder if he had imagined it. The weight of the wolf over his ribs was starting to become too much, so the wolf groaned in discomfort and, in a weak attempt, tried to move out from under the beast. Desmond whimpered when the wolf growled down at him for trying and stopped right away. The beast's muzzle came close to his face again giving Desmond a close-up view of how sharp those teeth were. Then, the beast sniffed him.

"Hmmrgh..." the beast grunted. A more sentient sound than he'd expect from a feral wolf. And then he spoke again.

"Wolf."

This time, Desmond was sure those were actual words. "W-what?"

"Wolf," the beast repeated. Much to Desmond's relief, the large wolf decided to retreat his paw.

Desmond breathed with relief as the weight left his chest even if the crushing feeling still lingered for a little while. If the wolf decided to put strength into his paw Desmond was sure he could crack his ribs with his sheer strength and weight alone. It was with reluctance that Desmond slowly moved to sit up while keeping his eyes on the feral wolf. The beast's sight was on him as well, certainly wary of any sudden moves. When Desmond looked around, he spotted his pathetic butter knife. Just setting his eyes on the 'weapon' already brought a small growl from the large beast, so Desmond looked back at him right away with his ears lowered.

"I am wolf," the beast said with that growly voice of his. "You are wolf. Weak. But wolf."

Desmond's heart started beating up a little faster as he understood what the beast was saying. If he was intelligent, maybe Desmond could... negotiate! Hope for his life swelled within his chest all over again as Desmond quickly nodded.

"Y-yes! Yes! I'm a wolf, just like you!"

The beast actually frowned at him, which made Desmond's ears fall down in fear again.

"No." In a quick sweep, the beast was upon him again. Desmond whimpered as the beast just lunged forward and, in a split second, Desmond was again pinned down on his back with the wolf's heavy paw right over his chest. This time the large wolf's claws were dangerously close to his neck. Other than wheezing once over having to bear the wolf's weight, Desmond went still with renewed fear.

"Weak wolf. I, strong wolf," the beast said. He showed some teeth with his oversized muzzle dangerously close to Desmond's own. A strand of drool fell down on Desmond's neck from the wolf's snarling, but Desmond was too afraid to care about that.

"O-okay! Okay okay okay! I'm a weak wolf, you are strong! P-please!"

The beast let out a huff of hot air right against Desmond's face but seemed satisfied with his response. Once again, the wolf's weight coming off his chest was a huge relief.

"Yes," the wolf said looking calmer again. Thankfully. "Wolf. Wolf. Pack."

Desmond blinked. He got up on an elbow with the other hand rubbing his aching, crushed chest. "...Pack?"

"Pack," the beast repeated with a nod. "Alpha. You, weak. You, serve. Alpha, pro-tect."

The beast seemed to have some trouble saying the more complicated words. Desmond stared at him incredulously.

"You want us... to be a pack? But I'm not a feral w-"

The beast opened a menacing growl towards him showing teeth again, silencing Desmond right away. It was clear he didn't appreciate disagreement. The wolf quickly raised his hands and nodded.

"Okay, yes! Pack! We'll be a pack!"

That seemed to satisfy the wolf in some level. With him quiet, Desmond slowly crawled back from the large beast and started to stand up. The wolf's eyes were firm on him with a cold stare, but he didn't do anything to stop him. Slowly and carefully, Desmond stood up and lightly dusted himself off. He didn't even dare look at the knife. The beast's deep yellow eyes felt like they were piercing him. Watching his every movement.

"So... do you... have a name?" Desmond asked with some hesitation. The wolf just stared at him.

"Alpha."

Desmond rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure the wolf wasn't smart enough to pick up on what that meant.

"I know you're the pack's 'alpha', but I wanted to know if you had a n-"

"Alpha," the wolf said again, this time with a more guttural growl behind it. He stomped the ground with one of his large paws to make his point and the dry thump alone was enough to make Desmond flinch.

"Fine! Alpha then," Desmond grumbled. "At least until I find a way to get out of here," the wolf thought to himself.

Alpha nodded in approval. He turned back towards the forest they had come from.

"Come."

Desmond, again, hesitated. "Where are we going...?"

For some reason, that seemed to anger the wolf. Without Desmond expecting it, Alpha let out a small growl of impatience and advanced upon him to grab his shirt with his teeth. The big beast pulled him by the shirt and, when Desmond pulled back in sheer reflex, it tore with a loud ripping sound up towards his upper shoulder. It ended with Alpha holding the tattered remains of his shirt in his maw and Desmond shirtless.

"What th- my shirt! I needed th-HNGH!"

Before Desmond could complain he almost pissed himself all over again when that large wolf advanced upon him again. For a split second as those jaws came at him, Desmond thought that maybe the beast had changed its mind. That is until he found himself getting dragged through the ground when Alpha instead took hold of the scruff of fur behind his neck with his teeth. The beast carried him like a father would carry a puppy.

"Hey! O-ow! Ow! I'm sorry! I can walk!" It was an effort to try to keep his feet on the ground as the wolf took heavy steps still carrying him with his teeth. The beast was so tall that Desmond found himself on the tip of his clawed toes even from under Alpha's muzzle. It made for an awkward ride. Even when he took his feet almost completely off the ground, Alpha didn't seem to have any trouble at all carrying his weight with those teeth alone, but it was uncomfortable. Humiliating! It didn't matter how much Desmond complained or tried to argue, though. Alpha simply ignored him and carried him through the forest.

The wolf was obviously familiar with it for he took very specific turns. It ended with them going into another cavern entrance, this one more illuminated with more glowing moss all over it. It didn't go too deep and it ended in another dead end, but this cavern obviously had a purpose.

On the ground, several tattered pieces of cloth mixed with large leaves made a very rough makeshift bed. The ground at the end of the cavern was rocky but even. The glowing moss was prominent there as well, making the place nice and bright. That made it easy to see the intimidating pile of several different types of bones, all of them picked clean, sitting at the corner. The air was still humid, but the small den looked dry enough to be somewhat comfortable. It was there, right beside the large 'bed', that Alpha finally dropped him down. Desmond fell on his knees.

The wolf rubbed the back of his neck and felt it wet with feral drool. He couldn't help but sniff at the air. Alpha's own scent was still overwhelming, but it was also spread all over that place. It was... powerful.

"Home," Alpha said. The oversized wolf didn't look that different from a house dog when he circled over his makeshift bed and laid down. Desmond was left standing there, watching the large beast and wondering what in all the hells had just happened.

The wolf sat down. He had come close to dying, but through some weird twist of fate, because he happened to be a wolf himself, he hadn't. Not that he was anything like the oversized beast sleeping next to him, but if the feral wolf, or... Alpha, couldn't see that? Good for him. He had survived. For now. Even if he had lost his shirt in the process.

But Desmond still needed to find a way out of that place. If he could find some cavern leading back up to the surface outside the duke's palace, then he could be free! He'd get away from that beast and everyone else would think he was dead. Perfect. The wolf's tail wagged with the prospect of his luck.

And thus, Desmond waited. He sat there watching the beast which no longer seemed to have much interest in him for now. The wolf waited until Alpha was snoring lightly, then he put his banditry skills to good use and moved as quietly as he could in his effort to get out of there. If he could get back to that underground forest... there were so many caves leading to so many places that one of them just had to lead outside. The wolf made it past the sleeping behemoth and past the edge of the small den, then relaxed as he made his way back. Desmond didn't know how much time he had until the beast woke up or what he'd do once he did and didn't find him there, but he was pretty sure that he could hide his tracks.

Those thoughts did not last long.

The wolf saw the forest in the distance he heard steps coming from behind. Immediately, Desmond froze and turned around. He found himself muzzle to muzzle with Alpha.

The wolf's ears fell back.

"Pack. Stays," the beast said with a growl. He started showing some teeth, which successfully intimidated Desmond greatly.

"What? But I was just going out for a w-Ah!"

Before he could even finish, Desmond found himself grabbed by his scruff and stumbling to stand as the large beast dragged him back the way he came again.

"Wait! I was just going for a walk! I was gonna come back!" As before, the wolf didn't seem interested in hearing him out. In the end, he was carried all the way back to the den in the same embarrassing way, except this time the wolf didn't drop Desmond on the ground.

Instead, he dragged him all the way to his bed. Desmond got dropped down on the pile of leaves and rags that smelled heavily of feral wolf. He fell on his hands and knees with a frown, but before he could stand back up the large shadow of the black feral wolf came up above him.

"Stay."

That was the single wolf Alpha said before his weight came bearing down upon Desmond.

"UnGHHF!"

To Desmond, it felt as if all the air had been knocked out of his lungs when the beast's massive weight came crashing upon his back. The feral wolf laid down over him with his forepaws on Desmond's sides. With only his head and muzzle sticking out from beneath the beast's chest on one side, Desmond could barely move. He was pinned down by the feral wolf's sheer weight and size.

"I can't- br-breathe!" Desmond wheezed from beneath Alpha. He could in fact breathe, but it was extremely hard and uncomfortable! His back felt the full weight of the huge wolf's chest. His legs under the wolf he couldn't even move. Desmond had to use all of his strength to even move his arms under the wolf's massive body and when he did, he placed both his paws against the ground and pushed back. He pushed back as much as he could in the hope of pushing Alpha back and getting out from under him, but without leverage and barely able to even breathe in the first place, Desmond didn't manage to lift even an inch of the wolf above. He was forced to give up and feel the weight bearing down on him while continuing to pant and gasp under the feral wolf.

Alpha, on the other hand, didn't seem to even feel his efforts. The wolf was satisfied with the new position, going as far as giving the back of Desmond's head a large, warm and wet lick, then another. Desmond felt his fur damp with wolf drool again. With much, much effort he managed to pop one of his arms that were close to the edge of the wolf's body out from under him. He tried to claw his way out from under the beast, but couldn't. He was just too heavy!

"Hnnnnghhff-!" Desmond groaned. He could barely bring himself to even speak. Alpha, however, just yawned above him. The wolf did not seem to care at all about his woes, which was obvious when the dire wolf just laid his head over one of his massive paws, which put the weight of his neck over Desmond as well, and sighed. The wolf's eyes went wide.

"You can't sl-HNGH! S-s-sleep! Get- ...out! Thh- heavy! HEY!"

It did not matter. Obviously satisfied that his 'packmate' wasn't going anywhere, the large wolf was soon snoring without a worry in the world while Desmond was left struggling to even draw breath under the massive beast. He tried squirming, tried speaking, complaining, begging even! While he did see Alpha's ears twitch every now and then, the oversized wolf did not seem interested in letting him go.

After a while, Desmond gave up. He whimpered and surrendered to the constant discomfort of bearing the beast's immense weight. Desmond had no real way of measuring the passage of time, but he was sure it took hours before Alpha decided to wake up and move again.

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Two whole days passed. Desmond was no longer very confident that he had been 'lucky' to be taken in as a pack member by the damned oversized wolf. The former bandit and now very much prisoner wolf's biggest regret was that first attempt of running away, for after that the beast, his 'alpha', barely ever let him out of his sight again.

Whenever the big wolf wanted to go somewhere, he'd poke Desmond to follow. If the wolf refused, Alpha carried him to where he wanted to go no matter how hard Desmond tried to fight it. Even when the damned feral went out to piss Desmond had to go too! It gave the wolf almost no chance to seek out an exit on the complicated underground cavern patterns. He had seen no hint that there even was one, but the wolf still held on to hope.

Aside from his weird obsessive warden, the days down at the caverns were not as bad as Desmond thought they'd be. At least compared to his very poor life as a bandit up on the surface. Twice a day at a time that Alpha had already memorized the large wolf guided him back to the hole he had been lowered from. The lift was gone, of course, but the guards from upstairs threw heaps of food leftover down at the pit to, Desmond guessed, feed the beast. Though the food was scrapped and on the ground, Desmond himself had eaten much worse than the castle's fancy food leftovers. The only downside was that Alpha wouldn't let him eat at all until he was done eating himself, but at least the large wolf was somewhat fair when it came to food portions.

Over the course of the two days, Desmond had also tried his best to talk to Alpha. He had heard tales of talking animals from faraway lands but he had never thought they were actually real. Speech, however, was a gift that Alpha did not seem keen on enjoying. Desmond tried to ask all sorts of questions about the caverns, about the wolf himself and everything else, but Alpha mostly just ignored his questions and answered only things that interested him, which was next to nothing. The damn wolf wanted him around all the time, but barely gave him any attention when it came to things Desmond wanted. Alpha simply acted as if they didn't matter. It infuriated him.

Alpha's apathy towards his problems was not the worst part about being stuck down there, though. After that first escape attempt every time the big beast decided he wanted to take a nap, which happened pretty often down in the caverns without much to do, Alpha would simply come over, force Desmond down and lie on top of him. Sometimes Desmond still managed to keep himself from bearing too much of the beast's weight, but when Alpha caught him off-guard there would suddenly be what must have been at least 500 freaking pounds of feral wolf laying down over him. On those occasions, Desmond thrashed, complained and even begged, but Alpha never paid him any mind. It made nights, or at least what Desmond assumed were nights, the worst and most dreaded part for the wolf.

To make matters even more uncomfortable for Desmond, it was already on his first day there when they were in the forest that Alpha decided to pull him by the fabric of his ragged pants. Of course, for the big beast, it wasn't a problem that they got ripped to shreds by Alpha's big teeth. Desmond complained and tried to use the leftover rags of clothing as cover so that he wouldn't have to stand naked, but the big beast simply changed his approach back to carrying Desmond by his scruff and took the wolf away from his tattered clothing. For Alpha, it changed absolutely nothing that Desmond was left bare with nothing but his fur for cover, but for the former bandit, it had been a source of embarrassment. That too had grown a little dull, though, for there really wasn't anybody other than Alpha to see him down there.

It was on their third day judging by Desmond's counting of when they received food that things changed again.

With nothing to do but not being allowed to go out without Alpha, Desmond was bored. Alpha was casually licking himself in his bed and Desmond was left on the side staring at nothing. By that point, he had given up trying to talk to the feral. The wolf was doubting his life choices for the hundredth time in those last few days when Alpha decided to speak again.

"Pack," the beast said. It was what he usually said when he wanted to catch Desmond's attention. Alpha stood up over his makeshift bed staring at him. "Lick."

Desmond was usually able to understand what the Alpha wanted pretty easily despite the simple wording, but this time he just frowned in confusion.

"What?"

"Lick," the wolf repeated, then he gave his own side a small lick with his large, broad tongue.

"What about it? You want me to lick myself or something?" Desmond rolled his eyes.

Alpha, however, growled at him. It was what the beast always did when he was displeased. "Lick."

Desmond's ears fell back. Watching those large teeth on display always made him doubt how safe he truly was being the large wolf's 'packmate'. The wolf brought his paw up and licked the back of it once. Licking fur was weird, so he made a face, but went through with it.

"There. I licked myself. Happy?"

But the Alpha's growling grew instead of ceasing. The beast started stepping towards him which, in turn, had Desmond crawling back from his sitting position. He was just about to scramble to stand up when Alpha pounced on him. With little to no effort, Alpha pinned him down, which meant that Desmond was left groaning on the ground as the oversized wolf's large forepaw was placed on his chest again. This time Alpha shifted his position though. He maneuvered himself over Desmond so that his other forepaw would be right above the other wolf's muzzle. Unfortunately for Desmond, that also meant that the feral wolf had one less paw to support himself. He grunted when he felt more weight applied over the single forepaw pressing over his chest.

"Lick," he repeated. Pinned down under the large wolf and seeing that foot paw right above his face a new notion of what Alpha wanted was forming inside Desmond's head. His ears fell back all the way after that.

"What? You want me to lick you? Is that it? But civilized wolves don't l-!"

Alpha cut him out with a snarl. The large wolf lowered his muzzle until it was inches away from the pinned wolf's own. Little strands of drool fell over Desmond's neck with those large teeth on full display right in front of him.

"Alright, alright! I'll lick! But can't I at least lick something less disgusting than your footp-"

"Lick!" Alpha repeated. The beast was relentless when he wanted things his way no matter how damn stupid and illogical they were! Desmond, however, was forced to just cower and whimper. He looked at the foot paw in front of his nose. The pawpad, the large claws...

Alpha pressed the paw against his nose. Desmond turned his muzzle away, but that prompted another growl from the beast and, as Alpha leaned further against him, more weight on his chest. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but the snarling beast above him was the real incentive. Against his will, Desmond turned his muzzle back towards the paw and gave it a small lick.

He heard a grumble coming from above. Approval, perhaps? The weight did not relent and neither did the snarling, so Desmond pressed his tongue against Alpha's soft paw pad and licked again, then again. The snarling started to fade. The wolf, however, had a perpetual expression of disgust as he forced his tongue forward to lick the feral wolf's paw again and again. The taste was very, very undesirable for him over his tongue. Desmond attempted to stop twice over, but each time he did the snarling resumed right away, which in turn prompted him to quickly put his tongue to work.

Alpha made him keep licking. When the whole underside of that large paw was drenched with his saliva, the beast shifted his paw downward and pressed the base of his clawed toes against Desmond's muzzle. With a groan of distaste, Desmond understood it and pressed his tongue in-between those toes. Another rumble and huff of approval came from above as he cleaned each and every one of those. It wasn't until he had licked the entirety of the beast's forepaw that Alpha finally pulled it away.

Desmond let himself relax and sighed in relief. He coughed and brought his own hands up to wipe his muzzle as if that would somehow cleanse his tongue of what he had to do. When the large wolf stepped out and relieved his chest of his weight, Desmond's second sigh of relief was louder. The relief, however, was short-lived.

When the wolf saw Alpha shifting above and moving over him he already knew what was going to happen from experience. His eyes went wide.

"Wait NO DON'T L- UNGH!"

All that weight fell over him. Above him, Alpha's tail simply wagged without a worry in the world laying over the smaller wolf, but for Desmond, it was as if a freaking boulder had fallen over him. An oblivious, feral, heavy boulder of fur.

"Hngh-- ungh!" Desmond grunted from under the heavy wolf. As always, the oversized beast had lied over him, leaving the poor bandit on his back but crushed between the hard ground and the heavy feral. Desmond was quick to realize that this time, however, that this time things were even worse.

With just the tip of his muzzle appearing beneath the lying feral, Desmond noticed that what was pressed against his chin this time wasn't Alpha's chest as it usually was. This time the large wolf had turned around before lying down, which meant that the large set of heavy, furry balls were pressed almost against Desmond's face while he could also feel the beast's sheath resting over his chest. A new groan of sheer disgust washed over the crushed wolf. He immediately started to struggle, doing his best to drag himself out from under the beast, but the weight was just... too much! After much, much effort Desmond only managed to move maybe an inch. Above his face, Alpha's large tail wagged up above with satisfaction.

"You're- ss-uffocating mme!" the wolf complained, but as always, Alpha pretty much just ignored him. With a monumental amount of effort, Desmond managed to grab on to the feral's hind paw with his one free hand and pull to drag himself from under the wolf's balls. He had to pretty much drag his face through them to do so. The heavy smell of musk hit the wolf's nose hard but, with how hard it was to even breathe with all of that weight crushing him down, Desmond powered through it. He finally managed to get most of his face away from the feral wolf's balls.

And then, in two seconds, Alpha shifted to the side in one quick movement and rested his balls over Desmond's face again.

"HMMFGH!" the wolf tried to freaking yell. With the furry pouch resting right against his muzzle, Desmond made the mistake of inhaling hard when Alpha rested his weight back down on him. The feral's masculine musk was so strong that his eyes watered for a moment.

"Lick," Alpha said from above, and Desmond's eyes went wide.

"HMFGH?!" The wolf struggled with all of his might to get out from under Alpha, but the beast didn't look like he even felt it.

"Lick," Alpha repeated, this time with a hint of a growl in his voice. Desmond's heart sank.

He wasn't going to lick some beast's balls! ...Then again, the sheer weight on his chest felt overwhelming. The wolf felt as if he was going flat under the beast and judging from the snarling up above and his history of dealing with the beast Alpha had no intention of relenting on his request.

Desmond's willpower lasted only about a minute. Then, with much dread, the wolf closed his eyes, did his best to shuffle his muzzle under the large set of furry balls and pressed his tongue forward.

Alpha's tail started wagging above him the moment he felt the first touch of tongue on his balls. The feral still didn't move, but as Desmond forced himself to lap at those nuts, again and again, the tail started wagging faster. The growling ceased. Then, Alpha even moved! ...But only to reposition his balls in a different way over the muzzle licking them.

That repeated itself a few times. Desmond groaned as he continued to lick. The taste of foot paw over his tongue was replaced by a distinct taste of musk. Every now and then Alpha would shift forward or back, sometimes grinding his balls against Desmond's face in the process, and then leave them sitting over the wolf's muzzle so that he could continue licking more and more.

The weight was starting to get unbearable for Desmond, which was the only thing that prompted the small wolf to start licking faster and faster. He had to wheeze and gasp a few ragged breaths between his licking always grunting with effort to just bear the weight crushing his body against the ground.

Because of all that weight, it took Desmond a while to notice. He did notice some extra pressure on his chest, but it was only when Alpha stood up a little to shift his balls over his face for the fifth time that Desmond realized that the thing that had grown between him and the wolf was... something else. The wolf glanced down and caught a glimpse of dark red between Alpha's legs before the wolf sat down again, crushing him and, in turn, pressing that... thing between his chest and the feral's belly. It was hard. It was growing and, most of all, it was big.

Desmond continued to lick, but his heart started beating even faster with anxiety. The damn beast was growing aroused? It was no wonder when he thought about it. He would too if he had someone to lick his balls over and over again. But what if that meant the dumb feral would want him to lick that too? He would not do that. He would not! He'd rather be crushed. Rather have his throat ripped open!

Yet, panicking was the only thing Desmond could do under the wolf. He kept licking those balls, though now with less 'enthusiasm', as worry gnawed on his insides. And Alpha's dick? It kept growing, too. Now that he was aware of it, Desmond could feel the thing hardening against his chest, growing thicker and longer in a size that was very much to scale with the damn beast. Bad enough to endure the beast's overwhelming weight!

It felt like an eternity for Desmond before Alpha finally decided to casually get up. The weight leaving his chest and overall body was such a relief! The wolf still felt his muscles stiff from bearing it but being able to at least breathe properly was a blessing in itself.

That is until Desmond looked up and saw it.

The fur of Alpha's balls was wet with his own saliva, which was distressing enough by itself, but above it? Grown from the feral wolf's hefty sheath was the wolf's tapered, canine-shaped and dark red cock fully hard under the feral wolf's belly. The sheer size and girth of it were enough to make Desmond's ears fold back, but the overwhelming smell of musk that came from the feral's malehood when it hung there right above the laying wolf made Desmond bring an arm up to cover his muzzle and nose. The sheath itself was bulging with a hidden yet growing canine knot.

Though his whole body still ached, Desmond quickly rolled to the side and scrambled to get out from under the feral wolf so he could stand up. With agility, the former bandit got up on all fours then stood up just in time to see growling coming from behind him.

"I already licked your damned foot paws! I'm not going to lick anything else!" Desmond declared. The growling turned into a snarl.

Desmond turned away from Alpha towards the entrance ready to run. The wolf took only but a few steps towards it when he felt Alpha pouncing on him. It wasn't the regular way the huge wolf usually used to stop him, though. Instead, Desmond grunted out loud and felt his knees tremble and almost bend over when the beast actually jumped on his back. Alpha put his two forepaws over Desmond's shoulders and let the whole of his weight bearing down upon the smaller, lean wolf.

"Wh- no!" Desmond gasped. Above him, Alpha still growled. Little droplets of drool fell over his head as the larger feral supported himself on his shoulders and he could just feel how Alpha had every intention of pushing him down beneath him. Desmond tried to push one of those heavy paws away from his right shoulder, but it was so heavy that he didn't even make it budge. And the worst part? The worst part by far was that with Alpha over his shoulders he could also feel that hard cock pressed against his lower back right against his tail.

"S-stop!" the wolf cried. He endured standing and trying to get away for a little while. It was as if he was having to carry the 500-pound beast on his shoulders! His back complained about the weight, his legs could barely hold it. Desmond knew that if he let himself fall down Alpha would pin him down again, but every time he tried to move forward to get away from the beast, Alpha skittered closer to him as well putting more weight down on Desmond.

With a sudden push, Alpha pressed himself down on Desmond's back to make him buckle. The wolf resisted the first one not allowing his knees to bend. The beast, however, repeated the move again and again. The weight on Desmond's back had him grunting. Each one of his bones feeling the pressure of it. On the third time Alpha pressed down on him, Desmond finally felt his legs giving in. Much to his panic, he felt himself falling down on his chest alongside the gargantuan weight on his back.

As soon as he hit the ground with a groan, the beast wasted no time. Desmond felt the new weight of a foot paw pressed right between his shoulders to pin him down with his face against the ground even if his knees were still up against it as well. Desmond quickly realized as he tried to push himself back up and couldn't that that left his rear lifted up in the air. Desmond blushed under Alpha when he felt that oversized dick rubbing against his rear in an awkward way.

"Stop! Let me go! I won't lick it!" Desmond still grunted from below. He was NOT going to lick some male beast's dick! Alpha's large snarling muzzle came down right beside his head.

"Packmate. Packmates help one and other. In all ways," Alpha growled against his ear in that growly voice of his.

"I won't lick it!" Desmond said with stubbornness. He gave up on trying to push himself up and instead brought his paws up to cover his muzzle. Alpha just shifted around above him keeping that heavy paw down to keep him in place.

It didn't even occur to Desmond. Not when he felt the feral wolf still awkwardly hard above him or when Alpha positioned himself above him. The feral wolf was so large that even pretty much on all fours beneath him Desmond still barely reached the wolf's broad, furry chest and stomach. It wasn't really until he felt the wolf's sticky, tapered tip poking around his rear that Desmond's mind put things together. He felt his fur getting matted with what must be precum dangerously close to his entrance. Desmond's eyes shot open and instead of just covering his muzzle to keep Alpha from thinking about accessing it, he raised his head as best as he could to glance back.

The dire wolf's large, throbbing dark red cock was lowered right against his rear. Desmond felt that tip prodding at his entrance as the feral wolf...

"What're- no! NO! You can't- I'm a MALE!" Desmond pretty much shouted. His voice made Alpha growl again. The wolf immediately started struggling, but Alpha put more weight down on his paw. So much that Desmond felt it right on his ribs.

"Pack. Help," Alpha repeated while growling. The feral wolf's thrust quickened up as he tried to find purchase.

"This isn't- This is far beyond 'helping'!! I'm a male and you're FAR TOO BIG TO-!"

And then Alpha found what he was looking for. Desmond's voice faltered when he felt the big wolf's cock forcing his rear to give way to its girth. The initial thrust wasn't that deep, but it was enough for Desmond to gasp and have to grit his teeth hard.

In his life as a runt and then a bandit, Desmond had been fucked before. More than once it had been for pleasure as the company of women was hard to find in a life such as that. Nevertheless, any amount of experience the wolf thought he had barely served any purpose for the experience he was having with Alpha. The feral let out a snarl that seemed to be the closest thing of a moan that Alpha could express, then he jutted his hips further forward. Desmond's rear was forced to accommodate the thicker middle part of the feral wolf's cock. Thankfully for Desmond, Alpha seemed to be letting out copious amounts of precum due to his excitement. That didn't make the initial thrust any less hard to bear, but it made it easier when the feral wolf pulled back then pushed himself forward again.

In his excitement, Alpha put more of his weight on the paw over Desmond's back. The complaint the wolf had over his predicament came out as a weak wheeze, then his eyes went wide when Alpha stubbornly thrust forward again to sink more of his dick into the much smaller wolf's far too tight passage.

As the feral wolf he was regardless of his capacity of speech, Alpha was clearly driven by his instincts. Desmond made the mistake of looking back to see how the feral wolf's knot had driven his sheath back to be exposed. The large bulb of flesh at the base was fully inflated, or so Desmond hoped, and as a wolf himself he knew that Alpha would feel a drive to shove that knot inside and feel the pleasure of a tight passage squeezing on it. The thought of that alone filled Desmond with terror! It was a little bit of consolation to Desmond that the knot would never fit into him.

"Hnngh! St-HNGH!"

There was no pleading. Between the weight keeping him down and the feral's dick driving itself into his ass thrust after thrust, Desmond was simply overwhelmed by too many things at once. Alpha's cock was thick, much larger than anything Desmond had ever taken back there. And yet...

Behind that thickness and Alpha's more than rough fucking, there was something else too. That little point that Desmond had learned all males have inside them. Desmond's own body reacted too. Below him, the wolf felt his own length growing erect against his will. It was an empty type of pleasure coming solely from the hard friction of Alpha's big cock on his rear, but the beast did it with such intensity that Desmond felt his own cock jutting between his legs and hardening in a direct reaction to it.

As Alpha's thrusts forced his ass to spread, his cock drooled so much precum that the pinned wolf could feel some of it running down the back of his balls. It made the fucking smoother, but also allowed the feral wolf to go faster and deeper, which was very much what he wanted. Each new inch of cock had Desmond gasping and twisting under the feral wolf again as he felt himself get further impaled by the feral wolf's manhood.

Alpha did not hold back in the least. It wasn't long before Desmond could feel that thick knot against his entrance each time the feral wolf thrust deep enough, which was quite often after Desmond's ass relented to it. That was when the beast started growing frustrated.

His snarling picked up again and his fucking turned more and more relentless. So much so that if he wasn't holding Desmond down hard with his paw the wolf was sure he'd been rocking back and forth as the feral pounded at him. It made the experience so intense that Desmond could barely bring himself to utter a sound other than some mindless groaning and moaning.

There was a brief respite for Desmond on which Alpha actually stopped his thrusting. For a moment the wolf thought it was over with a glimmer of relief. What he realized, however, was that Alpha was just repositioning himself to get a more straight angle towards his raised ass. The feral wolf's paw that wasn't pressing down on his back came under his hips in the awkward way of ferals to pull him up. When Alpha thrust forward again, Desmond let out an empty gasp.

With the new downward angle, the beast had a much easier time sinking his cock hard into Desmond. That oversized knot banged against his entrance each time he did and, as Alpha's fucking became even faster and more frantic, Desmond felt something else surging within him.

A burst of sudden pleasure overcame his body. He gasped, wheezed and moaned going soft under Alpha's relentless fucking as Desmond's cock started spasming under him. Sudden jets of cum spurted from the hard length with the wolf's knot only now growing to full length in response to the sudden hands-free orgasm that Alpha's relentless pounding brought upon him. It was an orgasm of the likes Desmond had never felt before. Without even touching his dick he felt his cum matting the fur of his own belly. The pleasure of the orgasm was diminished by the lack of proper stimulation but with Alpha's cock going at him harder than ever it felt ten times more intense than anything Desmond's own hand could bring upon himself.

If Alpha even took notice of Desmond's forced orgasm, however, he did not show it. The beast continued to growl and pound down at Desmond trying harder and harder to drive his cock even deeper than before. For Desmond, he had the impression that if Alpha got any deeper he'd start seeing the outline of that cock in his belly, for the beast's size was far too great and the way his ass felt ravaged justified such notions.

It was then, during the intense and rapid fucking, that the impossible happened.

Desmond, even breathless as he was, let out a loud grunt when he felt his ass getting spread far and wide for a moment. All so that Alpha could, finally, push that knot into him. In only a split second the smaller wolf's tailhole took in the bulk of that knot, closing in behind it on the base of Alpha's cock and bringing a drool-splattering snarl of pure pleasure from the beast above him. Desmond felt the wolf's cock going far deeper than ever before into him, followed by shallow thrusts of sheer intensity from the beast above.

It happened again. That large knot grinding against all of Desmond's pleasure spots brought another mind-twisting orgasm from the wolf below without a single touch. His cock started spasming alone in the air under him for the second time shooting his seed onto the ground, albeit with much less potency for the second time in a row in such a short span of time. Above him, Alpha's thrusts became more frantic. Through the orgasm forcing himself through his body and the overwhelming sensations of the wolf's far too large cock grinding against his insides, Desmond could swear he was barely even conscious when the loud howl reached his ears.

It echoed through the caverns. A long, drawn-out feral howl that Alpha let out without stopping the fucking for even a moment. Desmond felt with extraordinaire clarity how Alpha's cock started pulsing within him, then as the first torrent of warm cum came to fill his insides. Blocked by the feral wolf's knot, the seed had nowhere to go, making sure that the feral wolf would thoroughly impregnate his bitch- if such a thing were the case.

Desmond went limp. His own cock still drooled precum. Or was it actual cum? As Alpha slowed down Desmond felt his whole body aching. There was a puddle of his own cum beneath him, but the wolf honestly could not tell if he had been made to cum two or three times through the whole ordeal. As Alpha finally stood still, the simple throbbing of the feral wolf's cock deep inside Desmond became clearer as well, much to his shame. Desmond's ears fell back as he panted finally stopping to think about what had happened. He was stuck to the knot of a feral wolf. He could still feel the last remnants of Alpha's orgasm seeping into his insides...

A large, wet lick followed. Alpha finally took his paw away from Desmond's back. Holding him down was no longer necessary for Desmond's ass was stuck to Alpha's sheath above him. Every movement from the feral wolf, no matter how small, was met with a grunt or a groan from Desmond as he felt it translated by the cock stuck in his rear by an oversized knot.

The Alpha licked him again. The beast's large tongue slathered the back of his hand with saliva and Desmond frowned, but he was too weak to complain about it. Alpha licked again and again in a way that was almost caring if not for the fact that they were knot-stuck together.

"Unnghhhh..." Desmond complained. He managed to get on his knees so that the damn knot wouldn't feel like it was being tugged. Pressing his ass against Alpha's sheath relieved some of the pressure there but made his face grow red again. "Fuckin'... worst day... ever..." Desmond grunted.

The wolf, however, had spoken far too soon.

When Alpha was done licking, the large wolf tugged at his knot lightly a few times. Each one made Desmond grunt in complaint again. Having some experience in dealing with Alpha, however, Desmond's mind slowly recognized the signs as Alpha started using a paw to soften the ground beside him. Desmond looked at it, then his mind put two and two together. Urgency overcame him, his eyes went wide and he up at the beast above him.

"Wait no! Not again! You CAN'T LIE D-!!"

Too late. The overbearing weight of the wolf came crashing down upon the much smaller, lean male below. Alpha's cock, still well stuck within Desmond's ass, got pushed back in to its limit as Alpha casually laid over the smaller wolf. Desmond's belly was pressed down over his own puddle of cum, which felt sticky below him, while his own cock that stayed hard due to his own knot was hard-pressed between his own belly and the dusty ground. None of that really mattered for Desmond, though.

What mattered was the weight. Alpha, heavy as always, simply laid there and let his tongue lol out of his muzzle in a light, happy pant. Desmond, on the other hand, had to make an effort just to crawl an inch out from below Alpha's chest so that at least his head was poking out from under the heavy fur of the even heavier wolf.

"HNGH- Hnnnnghffh! HH--vy!" Desmond tried to say, but breathing was hard and speaking was just plain impossible. The overbearing mass of the wolf above him kept him well-stuck between Alpha and the ground and that large cock still within him only made it worse. While for Desmond it was hell, Alpha seemed quite satisfied. He gave the back of Desmond's head poking from beneath him a last satisfied lick.

"Pack help," Alpha repeated, then the gigantic wolf laid his head down over his paws blocking even more of Desmond's vision and sighed. The simple puff of Alpha's chest already felt crushing for Desmond beneath him.

The wolf, stuck and forced to bear Alpha's weight, let out a faint whimper. Who knew how long it would take for that knot to go down? Or for Alpha to wake up again?

And worse yet, after all the pleasure Alpha obviously had, something told Desmond that it was definitely not going to be the last time they had a night like that together.

And he was very right.