Wolfish Lust

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Submitting to His Alpha Male

This story contains consensual sex between two non-anthro wolves who are verbally and enthusiastically consenting to sexual activity with one another.

"Burin..."

The wolf shivered, dipping his muzzle shyly to the ground as his alpha stood over him. The hunt was there, a fresh kill steaming in the cool of winter, fresh snow on the ground. The elk had been alive not all that long ago, yet the alpha and he had brought it down together, all with Garth striking the final blow, the killing bite to the jugular.

It was the way of wolves, taking down what kills they needed to survive, though the bachelor pack of feral male wolves would do well for a few weeks on the sustenance that one huge elk provided. There was more than enough there to sustain them all, filling their bodies with vibrant life-force, but there were other threads at play between wolves in the pack than what lay there before their eyes.

Garth was beautiful, handsome, a studly, masculine wolf with thick, shaggy fur that curved around his neck as if in a cowl. The darkness of his coat was not to be denied, but he still had shades of grey and white shot through his fur, offering variety to the tone, claws sharp where they curved down without touching the ground. If he ran with his claws brushing the ground, rubbing on stone, they would have too easily have become blunted, and they would be needed for grip too when times came. The wear to those came from dirt rather than hard-packed ground and stone, his muzzle blocky and strong, a glint in his amber eyes that told a tale of a hard-won dominance of the pack.

But Burin was none of that, the more submissive wolf hardly even able to keep the grin off his muzzle as he lowered his muzzle to the crystals of snow, snuffling and stifling a sneeze. His tail flagged up instinctively, loose and waving, not stiff and dominant, for he had to show that he was lesser than his alpha, the dominant of his pack and his life in more ways than one.

Garth rumbled a growl, throat trembling with desperate vibrations, though it was not as if his need, as the alpha male, would ever go unsatisfied. It was all a game of theirs, a tiny ploy, his gut tightening, muscles still flush with blood and firm from the chase, the thrill of the hunt.

The white wolf with a slash of grey, like a scar, over one eye, whimpered, eyeing up Garth's swelling cock as it pushed from his sheath, which was tucked up close to the join of his hind legs, where it would be well protected. His heavy balls hung behind, welcoming attention, and it took only a dominant look from Garth to get Burin squirming and wriggling, easing under his belly to get to that slick length of wolf-meat.

"You know what to do, if you want to feed."

Of course, that was a ploy, a game of theirs, though it still made him quiver each and every time he heard those words from Garth's lips. The alpha wolf growled, more and more of his hot, pink length easing out, though it could be redder when there was not such a cold laid over the land. Even little things like that could change in accordance to the seasons, all in a way that Burin lusted for, wanting to be upfront and close and personal to every little thing that came to pass with the alpha he adored.

"Mm..."

Garth rumbled, the black wolf's fur coat fluffing up even more as his skin shivered, stimulated, Burin's tongue expertly snaking out to caress the growing length of his cock. It was almost at its full length, yet there was still more that was set to come, an uninflated knot boasting more, right at the base. That would come in time, though Burin's belly already was full of meat, weighing him down, though not so much, not yet, that he was tired and slow and dull.

Not when he needed to please his alpha. Garth's stomach may have been heavy with a full feed, but Burin had been left ever so slightly hungry so that he could please him better, all in their game of dominance and submission. He grunted above the white wolf's head, rocking his hips lightly, showing him, without words, exactly where he wanted that tongue to go.

Yet Burin was already an expert in pleasing his alpha, stimulating him, moaning against him, grunting, tail lifted, trying to coax him to use him, to do more to him, even then. It was hard for a wolf like him to control his submissive impulses, as much as he thought he might have wanted to do something else. Maybe he could have topped, once in a while. Maybe he could have been the dominant one. Yet none of that seemed to come at all naturally to Burin as he lapped and whimpered, swirling the long, pink length of his flat, flexible tongue around as much of Garth's cock as he could reach.

The studly wolf grunted and flexed his hindquarters a little, though the stiffness in his tail was purely a dominant display. He shook himself lightly, not wanting to dislodge his partner in that moment, balls swinging, bumping into Burin's nose as they made themselves more known still under stimulation. The submissive wolf eagerly nuzzled into them, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the moment, the passion of it all, how they weighed heavily on his muzzle, showing him just how much more of an alpha, of a leader, that Garth was than him.

Maybe Burin had submitted before he had realised that his genitals were smaller than most other wolves, the difference between him and Garth impossible to deny. Wolves didn't think all that much about those sort of things, but it was as it was for Burin, his smallness making him shiver, even more so when another wolf was able to point it out to him.

He groaned, suckling that cock into his mouth. No time for talking, only time for being, for feeling, drawing it deep, though he had long ago lost the suckle reflex. Burin still knew how to suck, however, lapping, swirling, winding the flatness of his tongue around that shaft, tasting the warming musk of it. Above him, Garth shuddered, breath frosting as he puffed in the frozen air. Their elk steamed, blood cooling, though was still enough to keep itself warm in the aftermath of its own kind of end.

"There's right, beta male..." Garth snarled, lips curling back from his teeth, though he did not need to enact any force for their play to reach furiously heated highs. "Take it all... This is your place."

Yes, always his place under Garth - just as the alpha would forever remain on top. He grunted and groaned, letting his lust roll forth, for someone like him never had any need to hold back. Gath had absolutely no need at all to prove himself when all that he had to give had already been well enough proven, over and over again. He grunted and groaned, thrusting his slick length into that willing maw, lusting simply for how that tongue lashed around him. Yet as much as Burin licked and slurped, there was no way for the submissive wolf to clean every last drop of cream from his length, the tapered tip throbbing, drooling, a penetrating point that would soon be, once again, put to good use.

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