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Steele's sleep was interrupted when he heard the scraping of a door being opened, he almost instinctively got ready to lead an emergency sled delivery until the grogginess wore off and he realized where he was. It left him feeling a little embarrassed, old habits like that were likely gonna be quite hard to shake off. While the other dogs were still asleep, Steele silently left the room, his curiosity peaked. Had Connor come home as the others had expected?

Quietly the malamute walked toward the entrance and heard sounds from the kitchen. Looking inside he saw Connor washing blood off his hands, it sent a chill down his spine, had he really...with his bare hands? That...was...should have been impossible. Who was he? Was Connor even human?

Despite how quiet he thought he was, Connor turned around and greeted him.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked with a calm smile on his face.

"Old habits..." Steele muttered "I was trained to be ready on a moment's notice."

Connor seemed to understand "And what about you?...you came back quite late." Steele noted.

The enigma of a man finished wiping the blood from his hands, "The situation was more troublesome than I had anticipated...I had to...make some examples. Otherwise the rest of the bears might think they can just walk into my territory. Before I forget, I must thank you for saving Rodger from that bear..."

Territory? That was an odd choice of word for a human. They never called it that, canines did. Humans usually called it "their land" or "property", not territory. The more the malamute got to know the man, the more he seemed off, more than he had before. There was something...more going on; something no one was telling him. It was clear that Connor was no ordinary man, so what was he really?

Connor noticed the inquisitive and thoughtful look in Steele's eyes. He would have wanted to wait until the malamute had settled down a little before he told him his secret, like he had the others, but it was clear the malamute was very sharp and was already well on his way to figuring out something was off. It couldn't be helped, after all what human sought after a bear and came back covered in blood? The other dogs knew his secret and that made him...sloppy. He could never forget those days when he had to hide 'things' about himself around the humans. But out in the forest, the canines accepted him for who he was and it made him comfortable. But Steele didn't know him the way the others did...Though the malamute said nothing, Connor could feel the distrust and even fear radiating just beneath his pelt. He didn't like that at all. He wanted to be close to his wards, not have them scared of him that way the humans were. Fortunately, Steele was very mature and collected, it meant he could risk revealing his secret to him even this early, or...so he hoped.

"Steele, mind coming with me to my room?" Steele blinked at the invitation, he would get to see the off-limits room? He was a little apprehensive, but he was immensely curious. He nodded and to his surprise, Connor actually looked relieved. Was the human expecting something else from him? Sure he was a bit...off put, but the malamute was now even more determined to discover the truth, whether it be benign or a truth so eldritch his mind would not be able to comprehend fully.

Having cleaned his hands of the crimson fluids, the human dried them and motioned for Steele to follow. As the malamute kept pace with the other being, there was a thick silence between the two of them.

Without exchanging any words Connor unlocked the door to his room and gestured to Steele to follow him inside. Steele couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he looked around, he had hoped to glean some hint of this mystery from the interior of Connor's room, but it was merely a small room with a bed, several shelves with books and a study table. At the very least, Steele could deduce that Connor was a man of literature. Of course, being a canine, things like books and other writings meant very little to him. But there was a time his previous owner would recount tales from books such as those that lined the shelves.

Connor took a moment to collect himself, depending on how he approached this it might have very different outcomes. He needed to choose his words very carefully or he could end up terrifying Steele. Perhaps the best approach would simply be to be honest since the malamute seemed to be a very no nonsense kind of guy? Sure enough, the canine in question padded into the room, taking a closer look at the decorations littering the space, looking for any clues he could pick up on. Seeing this made Connor chuckle. Even in the privacy of his own quarters he had covered up any trace of who he really was. Even after centuries, the habit still remains...

He bit back the urge to call Steele out on what he was doing, that would be a very bad way to start this.

"You know...I usually let my wards settle in before I reveal my secret to them. But you are clearly already on my trail so best we get it out the way." Steele froze, he knew?!

"It is likely as you have come to expect...I am not quite human." Connor bluntly revealed, no need to beat around the bush.

"Tell me, Steele. Have you ever heard stories of...creatures in the forest?" Connor asked, purposely keeping his wordage vague. The canine was a bit caught off guard by such a question. But after clearing his throat, Steele thought for a moment.

"There are legends about all sorts of creatures lurking in the forest." the malamute said. Just like Connor, Steele was attempting to act aloof. The "human" was clearly trying to tell him something, but the canine was rather annoyed at this point. Was the man simply playing games now? The way of switching to a seemingly unrelated topic reminded him of his previous owner, acting coy until the canine was all alone. It was the cruel human's idea of dishing punishment, waiting until his dogs were nice and comfortable, Steele was no exception. Though it was clear Conner wasn't the same, the malamute's instincts were telling him to be wary.

"Steele..." Connor muttered as he took a deep breath, deciding to finally bite the bullet. It was clear that the malamute was a clear-cut canine. A game of cat and mouse like this would lead neither of them to a point of understanding.

"Very well...I bid you to brace yourself...do not be afraid." Connor advised.

Huh? What was Connor talking about? Steele wondered. The "human" took a few more deep breaths before undergoing a bizarre transformation in front of Steele.

Connor's proportions changed and his form shifted, the suddenness of it shocked Steele so much his mind didn't register that he should have gotten afraid. Simply, the black and white canine stood in awe as Connor grew much larger, his face grew out into an elongated muzzle much like his own. The hair of his body grew fuller, covering his body. From his backside and slipping from his pants was a bushy tail that swished back and forth. The blue human eyes that once gazed at him were now a piercing, golden yellow.

As the slightly crouched creature rose to its full height one thought filled Steele's mind. "Alpha" His instincts made him want to submit to it, the feeling was so powerful he almost did it unconsciously, but his pride would not allow the mere presence of someone to make him yield.

The being turned its head slightly, "You are taking this much better than the others did," it said with a grain of respect in its voice. This voice was much different than the human's, something deep and gruff, but more than that. It sounded almost ancient, as if the creature had seen much more than Steele could ever hope to.

Steele gathered himself "Wh-what are you?" he asked the being.

"A werewolf, a being of legend, but very much real. But I am still Connor despite my change of looks." As if to prove it he gave him that same smirk that Connor had a few times. Seeing that put a lid on Steele's fear, the creature clearly was still Connor somehow, he had just somehow...changed. Or maybe this was his real form?

In his true form, Connor could practically see the confusing wafting from Steele, his senses were far more acute in this form. Another chuckle came about. Slowly he approached his fellow canine and allowed the slightly concerned Steele to sniff at him and then inspect his form. Something about Connor's smell was...familiar. That certainly struck Steele as odd. He never met a creature such as this in his entire life but for some reason it felt as if he knew the beast standing before him.

"So you are...one of us..." It felt so weird for Steele to say, but all his senses told him it was so.

"I am." Connor confirmed. "Perhaps you now understand why I usually wait a little before showing off this form to newcomers? It has a rather...intense presence."

Steele certainly couldn't argue against that. He couldn't take his eyes off the being before him. The two legged half-man-half-wolf's very presence demanded his attention without doing anything at all. To make matters even better or worse, the transformation had rendered Connor's garments to nothing more than tatters that just barely held onto his body.

"Oh...I forgot again..." Connor said mildly sheepishly as he noticed he forgot to undress before transforming again. The beast's ears laid back flat against his head and his tail dropped in disappointment.

Steele huffed amused, this clearly wasn't the first time he had made that mistake. Seeing such a powerful looking creature wear a look of embarrassment was certainly an amusing sight.

"Um, this certainly explains a lot..." Steele muttered trying not to audibly chuckle.

"So this is how you dealt with that bear?"

Connor nodded. "I initially just wanted to scare it off my turf, but he wouldn't back down and I had to put him down. As a creature of the forest myself I don't enjoy taking their lives unless for a reason or necessity." To curb the rest of the uppity bears he had marked his territory with the blood of the trespassing deceased bear. Telling them in no uncertain terms that he owned this territory and was not to be messed with.

"The bear dared not only trespass but attempted to harm one of our own. Though I've done it before, I have to thank you again. If it wasn't for you Rodger may not have come home to us." Trouble always seemed to follow the elkhound wherever he went, like he was cursed, but somehow he also always got away unscathed. But it seemed that someone could suffer a misfortune in his place. In truth, it made Connor a bit concerned at first but he and the other canines seemed to be spared from the elkhound's bad luck. Perhaps it was because they were kind to him? He put the idea away for later, perhaps it could be a clue to Rodger's past.

His attention was brought back to Steele. While he lost in thought, the canine summoned the courage to get closer to the beast. His golden eyes widened as Steele's nose was rather close to his thick sheath. For Steele it was the place that carried the most scent and gave him the info he needed from the larger man-canine hybrid. Now he was certain that Connor had been around for a long time. In an instant, the black and white dog's mind was littered with questions.

How old was he really? How strong was he? Certainly strong enough to defeat a bear. Why had he settled down here?

Slowly Steele's mind felt drained by all the questions. Perhaps he should curb his curiosity for now...there would be time later.

"You know, when I bring someone in here, it is usually to reward them." The word "reward" made Steele pay attention again.

"What...you let them sleep in your bed with you or something?" Steele asked sarcastically. He could hardly imagine anyone fitting into the bed with him in that form. And even then it looked as if the bed would have its work cut out for it.

But Connor just chuckled and shook his head. "In a manner of speaking, I guess you could say that.."

Now that Steele had not seen coming. The surprise made him choke on his chuckle and cough.

"Wait...you know about...?" The malamute asked as his face lit up.

Connor gave him a very coy smile "Oh I very much do. After all the boys here are rather...free spirited. It was only a matter of time. Their scents are all over you."

For the first time that day, Steele took a moment to inspect himself and blushed. Sure enough the scents of Mince, Tiny, Halftail, and Rodger were all over him, especially around his sheath and under his tail.

"And you...?" Steele couldn't get himself to fully ask his question.

"Not very often, but I do enjoy doing it as a reward if they so desired." After the transformation Steele shouldn't have been surprised by anything, but that still caught him off-guard. He could definitely see the appeal though...so big and powerful. Steele shook his head to shake away thoughts of sexual nature that suddenly invaded his mind. Laying with other dogs was one thing but he still wasn't entirely sure what Connor even was.

Connor's humming broke Steele out of his thoughts "You know...I still owe you a bit of an outstanding reward for getting Rodger out of trouble..." Oh now he was just toying with him! Sure enough, a sultry smirk crept along the beast's muzzle. If there was anything Steele could say it was quickly lost in the muddle of his mind. Connor slowly approached him, soon looming over the other canine. Steele gulped but he wasn't afraid, rather he just stood there, waiting for the alpha to make his move, whatever it might be.

Now no more than a foot from the other canine, Connor teasingly drew his tongue over his fangs, a display of dominance but also a way to show that he meant no actual harm. All in all, he was teasing the other male, despite the state his body was in. Steele recognized this and eased a bit.

"I assume the other dogs have 'taught' you the ways of...pleasure...beyond your previous knowledge?" Connor asked, another cheeky smirk on his muzzle.

As flustered as he was, Steele couldn't just let Connor push him like this, he had to retaliate somehow. Naturally, the malamute tapped into his past, employing his own show of dominance. As if donning a suit of armor Connor's words now didn't touch him, he looked straight back at him "Oh...? Are you sure you can keep up with me? Where I came from I was the alpha!" That indeed caught Connor off-guard. He was not used to being teased right back. It was honestly quite thrilling to the werewolf. Most canines submitted to him in an instant.

Remaining true to his words, the malamute stood tall. He wore not a look of hesitation but instead raw determination to stand his ground. What started as teasing soon became a test of wills between the two alphas. Acting on the ingrained rules of their kind, Connor got low to the ground on all fours. He trode a large circle around the other male, sniffing at him. Steele stood tall, letting the other male get truly familiar with his smell...

Once Connor was finished, it was Steele's turn to do the same. As he walked around the large canine, he sniffed at his pelt. It was hard to keep going. The more of the smell he took in the more the malamute wanted to fold his legs and roll over. But this was a matter of pride in himself as an alpha. If he crumbled now, what would the elder beast think of him? With a few more sniffs, Steele just barely managed to make it out. Connor set up and gave a small smile. Now he was thoroughly intrigued with the other male. It had been so long since someone could give him a challenge, not since the days when his kin roamed as the uncontested kings of the forests. Sure he was having fun but upon a closer look at his 'opponent' it seemed the malamute was at his limit. To relieve the other canine he eased up and acknowledged Steele's strength of will.

The moment Connor made a small respectful bow towards him the pressure on Steele lifted, never before had he been recognized by a fellow alpha, let alone one this strong. It was extremely rewarding all in itself, making him feel accomplished.

"You are certainly something special," Connor complimented with a warm, gentle smile. "You remind me of when I used to roam with my own kind. We had contests like these all the time."

"You did this all the time?" Steele panted. Just being near the other canine made him feel tired, like he was pushing against a force he couldn't see. Little did the malamute know, that was exactly what he was doing. Through sheer will, Steele was subconsciously resisting Connor's will.

"It helped us build character, from an early age we taught that we were the strongest in the land. There were those who would come to test us or even harm us. These new creatures called 'hoo-mans' were known to attack what they feared. Sounded so silly when I was young but now... Anyway, Steele...something about you reminds me of friends I used to know." Steele wasn't entirely sure what Connor was talking about, but nonetheless felt very proud by being compared to one of Connor's kin.

As happy as he was, Steele remembered that foolish pride had been his ultimate downfall and reigned the feeling in. He cleared his throat and bowed his own head. "I... I am honored you see me in such a way," the malamute said. Connor was impressed, from a distance he had been keeping an eye on the malamute and it seemed that he was indeed learning from his mistakes, another treasured trait from his clan.

"If you would permit me, Steele. I would like to reward you. But not as a larger male imposing on a smaller one. I want to have you in the light of the alpha you are," Connor said, his voice carrying a weight that made Steele's heart skip a beat. To be recognized in such a way made him feel light on his paws but it also brought back the sense of weight. Connor just admitted that he saw Steele as an equal. Equal to such a powerful creature? One that could fell a bear with ease? He could hardly scare one off without passing out from exhaustion...

Connor sensed the canine's turmoil and traced his large paw against Steele's muzzle. "Do not doubt yourself, Steele. Believe it or not, you are worthy of this. Remember, you are not who you used to be. Your spirit has already freed itself from some of the weight of your past."

"As for the rest," Connor alluded. "You must look within yourself and forgive your past mistakes." For Steele that sounded easier than it actually was. Admittedly, the canine despised who he was just a day and half ago. That Steele was nothing more than a spoiled fool who let another dog getting just a bit of recognition make him go paranoid. The very idea of sharing the glory nearly made him fall into the deep end. Not only did he risk his entire career but the lives of his own kind... But something about the way Connor looked at him made the canine want to try. Perhaps it was possible, but Steele had a feeling it wouldn't be easy...

"If you'd allow me, I can show you..." Connor offered, tracing a claw against Steele's muzzle. The touch was comforting and brought Steele a bit of peace. His worrying eased and he nodded. If what Connor said was true then there was a chance he could come out of this a better dog.

With a gentleness that Steele thought would be impossible for his form Connor picked him up and held him close. It was then that Steele was given something that he never experienced before; a hug. It was so simple but it did so much for the canine. The warm hold quickly comforted him and chased his doubts away. If this peace he felt could be obtained with personal growth, then he had quite a goal to work toward.

"Getting a little excited?" Steele flinched and shuddered from Connor's fur rubbing against the emerging erection. A small blush crept up the malamute's muzzle. But Connor just gave Steele a gentle pat on the head. "It's alright. You can be who you are here, alpha." That word at the end made another shudder run through the malamute. Sure it was teasing but it also carried a genuine weight of recognition along with it. Despite holding him like a puppy, Connor had nothing but respect for the other canine.

Slowly and gently, Connor laid Steele down on his back. The former sled-dog shuddered as a large, soft hand wrapped around his growing erection and slowly moved up and down it's length.

The movements sent shudders through his body, was this why Connor reserved intimacy as rewards? Because it felt so breathtakingly good? Just the simple sensation of his fingers tracing up his inches made his legs tremble. A shaky breath left his mouth, something that made him feel embarrassed once again. Another slow stroke came, Steele grit his fangs and hissed through them. Had the other canine's experienced pleasure like this? Steele couldn't help but wonder how they fared. Every touch and tease lit his body alight with pleasure that spread throughout his being. Truly this wasn't from simple touching alone, Connor was doing this. He looked up at the beast, who wore an amused look on his muzzle.

"You can feel it, can't you?" Connor asked bemused. "I'm impressed. You caught on rather quickly. My kind have our own...skills other than brute strength, you know. Back then I was known for my talents in giving pleasures." Another trace of the beast's clawed hand gently pressed against Steele's underside and pressed while gliding towards the tip. The canine squirmed, now understanding. Such a simple touch and motion spread bliss that made his entire body threaten to lock up.

"And you have lasted longer than anyone else I've done this to," Connor chuckled. "Of your kind at least..." Knowing it would create another bout of prideful resistance within Steele, he let those words linger within the canine's mind for a little while before gripping his throbbing cock firmly and stroking him in earnest. Much to the canine's dismay, that was all it took to make him howl and writhe in pleasure. He groaned and whimpered as sticky strings coated the werewolf's hand. But another surprise soon met him, despite blowing his load, Steele was still very horny. His red length continued to bob as if nothing happened, very much confusing and concerning the canine.

"You see? There's nothing to worry about. You have all night to enjoy yourself and show me how much of alpha you really are," Connor winked. He picked him up again and turned around and carefully dropped the malamute onto the bed while he stood tall in front of him.

"So what are you going to do now, Steele?" Connor asked, wanting to see his fellow alpha's next move.

Steele felt like the position he was in was very unfavorable, he would need to change that. An evil idea came to his mind. He opened his body language as if inviting Connor to come on top of him. Connor was eager to do so and nearly dived onto the bed. In a burst of speed, Steele wormed from underneath the werewolf, jumping on his back. In his shock, Connor fell onto the bed, giving Steele the chance he needed.

Connor was rather impressed by Steele's cunning and allowed the other male to take up the position he wanted, earning it fair and square. He merely adjusted his lower half a little more comfortably.

Having the werewolf head down and rear up before him made Steele shudder in delight, such a powerful being now all submissive before him. It was quite the sight, just the very idea made him eager and knowing that he could go at it as many times as he wanted certainly helped.

For Connor the thrill of him about to be mounted for the first time in literal centuries made him just as excited. His thick, red length spilled from his thick sheath. Seeing this Steele gave his cock few teasing licks before going for his prize.

Taking up proper position and lining himself up, Steele tested his tip against the hole underneath the werewolf's bushy tail. To his shock, not only did it go inside easily but the warm tunnel felt as if it was attempting to take hold of his girth, pulling more and more in.

"Hehe... My claws aren't the only thing that can give pleasure. I'm full of surprises, Steele. I hope you are, too," Connor teased. Seeing this as a challenge, the malamute took charge, instead of allowing the werewolf's tightening hole to suck him in, Steele instead jammed himself in on his own charge, earning a deep grunt from the larger creature. Naturally a grunt left his own muzzle upon being met with soft, hot flesh that hugged his own cock. For a moment, the canine was nearly paralyzed by the pleasure. But Steele summoned the inner strength to pump his hips. The pleasure that already felt multiplied, threatening to reduce his mind to an incoherent mess. How could a creature like this even exist? Could he really get through this? To prove that he was indeed an alpha... With that goal in mind, Steele braved onwards, determined not to be beat out by the werewolf's wonderful and strange abilities. He may not have any otherworldly powers of his own, but the malamute knew very well that he had courage and strength. He would prove the werewolf that he was an alpha in his own right, by his own merits.

For Connor this was a chance to be mounted again but also a test. He could feel the doubts that clouded Steele's mind. This was his way of helping the other canine gather the courage that would help him. Another huff came forth as another strong pump came from the canine behind him. He was glad that Steele was still going, using what he had to win the day. Truly, the malamute did have inner strength comparable to his kin. It reminded him of an old fable that his brethren sometimes lived on in spirit through a select number of canine's scattered throughout the world. He didn't want to voice his suspicions yet, but Steele was very promising to say the least...

For the former sled-dog in question, every rock of his hips came with the risk of him losing himself and spewing his seed deep inside the werewolf. Even though Connor's abilities allowed to keep going, Steele wanted to prove that he could stand against the beast's tricks. So he took the risks, delivering hard humps, crashing his thighs against the werewolf's backside in muffled thumps. But he was spurred on by the series of sighs and grunts that came from the larger beast.

"Y-you're doing really well... Come on... Don't give up," Connor encouraged, much to Steele's shock. He sounded almost desperate for him to continue. In truth, the longer Steele went, the more Connor was reminded of those days. He could practically hear one his clanmates growling huskily in his ears. Another hard thrust made him dig his claws into the lining on the bed. "J-just like that!"

Much to Steele's surprise, the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling started to ease. With each pump it dulled just a bit, giving him more a chance to really last. Connor felt this as well and was once again shocked. He wasn't doing this. His breath caught in his throat, not only because of the hard humping but the possibility that this was Steele's doing crept into his mind. But he could hardly think further against the sudden hard thrusts. The red, pointed tip jammed deep within him, forcing an actual moan from the beast.

Steele dared to go a bit further as more and more of that sharp pleasure eased. It soon dulled to just above what he felt with the other canines. No longer worried about losing himself so easily, the malamute growled the way he used to when he was first presented with mates after doing a good job. He missed when mating was a thrill and Connor was more than bringing those feelings about. A series of hard thumps sounded against the werewolf's tailhole as Steele thrust and humped himself in deep. The soft, clenching tunnel made more hard grunts come from the canine. Now truly enjoying himself, Steele was able to add onto the pleasure he was giving, dragging his blunt claws down the bigger canine's back.

That was enough to make Connor's eyes widen and his claws dipped even further into the bed. Yes! This is what he had been missing for some long! That primal lust that drove him crazy so many, many years ago. His tail flicked and a deep shudder ran through him as Steele teasingly dragged his claws through the werewolf's coarse fur. While he thrust deep inside, he purposely kept the pressing and dragging of his claws slow and lingering. Now, it was his turn to tease the creature. He picked up the pace and put more power into his thrusts, with all of his force, the malamute actually managed to rock the werewolf's body.

Steele didn't question how he was able to endure the werewolf's strange trick but now it was clear that he had somehow turned the tables. The dragging of his claws and the hard presses of his pelvis worked in tandem to turn the tables on Connor. Now, the large male was all but wailing as he writhed against the onslaught of pleasure. It persisted in his body, lingering much longer than something any common canine could achieve. It was all but confirmed for Connor. Steele was...special alright. Within, he could feel Steele's length pressing deeper and deeper with thrust. Little by little, bit by bit, Steele was dominating the werewolf. Knowing that brought a thrill to them both. While Connor was trying to get a hold of himself, Steele was ready to kick things up a notch.

As he had done with Rodger, Steele reached down and gathered the werewolf's scruff in his jaws. The moment he bit down and gave a firm tongue, the beast beneath him cried out. Through his shock at how someone so big and strong could be crying out to be mated, Steele sought his own pleasures. He could feel the hot tunnel starting to clench around his girth, a clear sign that Connor was reaching his limit. But so was he. As much as the extra pleasure had dulled, all the thrusting was starting to take its toll. Now it was down to the wire. But despite the possibility of cumming first, Steele held onto his resolve.

"Are you ready?" Steele mumbled around the scruff. Below him, Connor nodded, knowing full and well what Steele was referring to.

Gathering strength of his own, Steele picked up his pace, shoving himself in as deep and fast as he could. Underneath him, Connor continued to moan but underneath his pleasured noises, the werewolf was attempting to hold off as long as he could. The key word was 'attempting:' as hard as he tried he was having a difficult time against the wills of his own body. Steele's cock continued to bash and roll over his prostate. Shocks of pleasure soared through his body and to make matters worse he could feel the strings of pre that were already leaking from his own tip.

Within the werewolf's guts were the strings of Steele's own pre. But he told himself not to worry about anything like that. This was about more than mating, it was a trial, one he was going to come out of on top. Challenging his own body's resilience, Steele continued to hump as hard and fast as he could. His breathing picked up and often hitched, feeling the spike of his orgasm threatening to pierce right through him. But on the receiving end, Connor was also struggling to keep a grip on himself. With each pump and press of that cock inside of him, the urge to spill his seed nearly overtook the werewolf. At this point, it was just a matter of seeing who reached the point of no return first...

With a bout of deep grunts between the both of them grit their fangs, feeling their limits soaring towards them. Hoping the risk was worth it, Steele pulled himself back as far as he could before jamming himself back inside, forcing his knot past the stretchy tailhole. Underneath him, Connor's body lurched and a howl came forth. Over the sheets shot pearlescent strings of werewolf cum. This would have been a victory on Steele's end...had he not cum the moment he knotted the large beast. While the werewolf blew his load, Steele shot thick, hot strings deep inside of the werewolf's guts. Both males strained and groaned until a sigh came from the both of them. Steele released Connor's scuff, a look of disappointment on his muzzle.

"Looks like I lost," Connor admitted. Hearing those words made the malamute's ears perk.

"You mean I lost," Steele corrected, huffing for breath and tilting his head to the side in slight confusion. Could the werewolf not feel the warm load inside of him?

"Hmmm... I guess we both lost... Shall we call it a tie?" Connor's tone was jovial rather than carrying any sense of sarcasm. As far as the both of them were concerned, they had cum at the exact same time. If there was a split second difference, neither of them noticed... Steele could help but smile as well.

Taking another breath to steady himself, Steele nodded. "Alright, it's a tie." For some time the two of them laid close together. Finally Steele freed himself from the werewolf's hold on his knot. With a soft pop, the bundle of flesh came forth, allowing a bit of his seed to drip down the larger mammal's taint.

"I'd say you have more than proven yourself worthy of the title of alpha... Now, perhaps I could show you how much of an alpha I can be?" Connor asked.

Still filled with lust, the idea did seem intriguing to Steele. But there was a part of him that wasn't completely willing to give himself to another male. Sensing this, Connor once again traced his claw against Steele's muzzle.

"I assure you I will be gentle. And if you say 'stop' I will," Connor offered.

Before they got that far though there was something he wanted to get a taste of. Once more he got the malamute on his back in front of him, which seemed to confuse him a little.

Steele quickly caught onto what Connor was doing when he planted some arousing licks against his still-hard length. There was still much that Steele had to learn about alternative acts of mating, and Connor saw it as a good way to ease the other male. Sure enough, Steele hissed against the broad, flat tongue that dragged and curled against his shaft.

"W-wow..." Steele huffed. Despite having barely come down from his prior high, the pleasure struck him as if it never happened, just like before. It was such a strange thing, just as strange as the feeling of a snaking tongue teasing his cock was. Unlike Tiny, Connor's tongue was lengthy and powerful, able to do things that the akita simply couldn't, so despite the sexual act being the same it felt completely different.

From the werewolf came deep moans as he wrapped his leathery lips around the canine's base. He was ready to show Steele something beyond simple lickings. As one his lips and tongue dragged up the canine's cock. Feeling this, Steele whined against the sudden new sensation. And once he thought it was over, the hot mouth came back down, bumping against his knot.

"W-what was that?" Steele asked against his hard pants.

Connor popped his mouth off the malamute's now spit-soaked cock. "Humans call it a blowjob."

"A what?" Steele asked, tilting his head. Thad had to be the stupidest name he had ever heard something being called..

"Strange term, I know," Connor chuckled. "Humans certainly have an odd way of naming things sometimes. How about you just focus on how it feels?" Steele couldn't argue with that suggestion, not when it felt so darn good. With renewed vigor, the werewolf slipped his muzzle up and down the canine's crimson length. Just like before, Steele was rendered a wincing, moaning ball of fur pressed against the bed.

The beast's tongue was certainly talented, flicking and curling around the shaft and tip. Those motions of the flat, pink muscle quickly coated the length in a thick layer of saliva. Steele took Connor's advice and just focused on the myriad of feelings and impressions, the presses of the textured tongue, the warmth that engulfed his inches, and the soft sounds of the werewolf's slurps.

Given this wasn't a battle of wills like before Steele opted to simply enjoy it and already he could feel himself getting closer to yet another orgasm. He couldn't deny that the wolf was certainly good at whatever a 'blowjob' was.

The werewolf felt his partner was reaching his end so he increased his efforts and even reached down and held Steele's knot, softly squeezing it and rubbing it maddeningly to coax even more pleasure. While teasing the knot, Connor bopped his head intensely up and down on Steele's now leaking manhood. Giving into the raw pleasure and passion, Steele grit his fangs and huffed as his climax overtook his body. His entire body shuddered against his orgasm and from his twitching cock and flexing tip came an eruption of seed inside the maw of the large, powerful canine.

Moaning against the flavor, Connor let the malamute's load coat his tongue, staining the pink muscle with the thick and salty flavor and texture. That had been every bit as intense and thrilling as he had hoped it would be, but now it was time for the finale. He only needed to prep Steele first. He was certain the other canine was more than relaxed enough to take him. But as Connor promised, he kept in mind to be gentle with Steele. Carefully, he set the huffing malamute into a proper position, giving his pelt a few strokes to further lull his senses into a state of calm.

"Steele you are certainly something special. You have earned my utmost respect several times over today alone," Connor admitted, looking the other canine in the eyes. "Now, if you'll allow me..."

Still feeling both calm and a bit confident from the sudden and rather heartfelt compliment, the malamute took a deep breath and finally nodded. Any doubts he had melted away and he was ready for the werewolf to have him. It became a bit more than simple mating, it was now a bond of respect between alphas. Somehow, Steele felt as if he had done something like this before, like it was a remnant of his past that he couldn't quite recall. Even the gentle touches that Connor placed upon his body were increasingly familiar.

The large canine loomed over him, getting low enough for their chests to press together. The alpha werewolf's scent was once again imposed on the malamute, but now it was more like it gently enveloped him rather than try to overpower him. It wasn't a contest anymore, the black and white canine was now able to stand alongside the werewolf as his recognized equal. Connor recognized this and chuckled, tracing a claw against Steele's muzzle.

"It's been a long time since I've...felt like this," Connor sighed, feeling his own excitement burning hotter and hotter within him.

Steele looked beyond himself, his eyes growing wide as he caught a full view of the burning red, thick cock that stood stiff between the werewolf's legs. It was undoubtedly bigger than Halftail's and it did make him slightly nervous, he had had some trouble taking the gruff bear-dog. But unlike Halftail, Connor was aware of himself, sure to be gentle. He wasn't after his own pleasures, he wanted to give pleasure to Steele as well. Just as he had with his kin centuries ago, it was how he and Steele would forge a spiritual connection, perhaps the strongest he ever had in so long...

Feeling Connor pit himself at his entrance and push inside right away, Steele yelped. Just from the sheer size alone he expected a blinding scorch of pain under his tail. But no such pain came, showing Connor's mastery of the sexual craft and his strange powers as well. Had the werewolf been the one to teach the others? The malamute could now understand why they looked up to him the way they did. He should have known Connor was no ordinary owner...

Just the simple pressing of the pointed tip past his rim was enough to make Steele moan. But it was a sound he never made before. It was slightly pitched, reminding him of the sounds those underneath him in the shed would make. At first hearing such a sound from his own muzzle made the canine blush and look away from Connor. But the werewolf just smiled and caressed his face again.

"It's okay, Steele. Being an alpha doesn't mean you have to be resolute and strong all the time. You are allowed to let go and enjoy yourself."

And with those words, the amused werewolf jammed the rest of his cock inside of his fellow alpha. Unable to hold it back, another moan left the former sled-dog's muzzle, ringing out against the walls. He was sure that if the other dogs weren't listening in before, they definitely were now after hearing the embarrassing sound he let out. But those thoughts were short lived as another hard pump jammed the pointed tip and thick shaft deep inside of him.

Alongside the malamute's moans were the werewolf's pleasured chuffs. Deep and reverberating in Steele's ears. Before Steele would have wanted to simply submit after hearing such a noise. But instead, Steele gave himself to Connor, finally accepting the bigger male's embrace, touches, and the deep thrusts that forced moans and whimpers that flew from his muzzle.

"F-feels incredible, doesn't it?" Connor growled. "To even last more than a moment with me inside is a talent in itself, Steele." Which was why he usually didn't frolic with the others in this form, his human form didn't overwhelm them nearly as much.

The words hardly registered in the malamute's ears. He was finally letting himself go, getting lost in the pleasures of the thick maleness that speared deep within him, pressing against and gliding against his sensitive muscled walls. Each press and prod was enough to force more sounds from the canine. On the giving end, the werewolf was also reveling in the pleasures soaring through his body; Steele's insides were soft and hot, only making him crave more. For a split moment, Connor was sure that he could see one of his old friends in the place of Steele, moaning out as he was pounded into. But upon blinking, the canine under him was once again the malamute. Grinning, Connor let himself get just a bit wilder with his motions, thumping his pelvis back and forth even harder against Steele's tailhole.

Could I really be true? Was he really one of them? As Connor's body moved on it's own, he was given a small window to think about the growing number of similarities between Steele and the other wolves that he grew up alongside. Perhaps there was some truth to the old legends... Had some of his friends lived on in new forms in some way? But his thoughts were broken as another sharp moan came from Steele. Another wide grin came as Connor was able to see his fellow canine enjoying himself, allowing his moans to be heard unashamed.

Connor himself growled and snarled as he could feel his limit creeping up on him. He was so focused on his theory of Steele's potential that it nearly hit him out of nowhere. Nevertheless, the werewolf was determined to finish as strong as he could. Humping the other male as hard as he could, the werewolf howled through grit teeth and shoved his knot deep inside of Steele's clenching tunnel. That was more than enough to drive him over the edge. Wedged inside, the werewolf's cock swelled and gushed thick ropes of hot seed deep inside of the other canine.

As the flood of hot fluids filled Steele's backside, another wave of strange nostalgia washed over the malamute. For a split moment he was in a deep forest, and Connor was still on top of him, panting heavily after unloading deep inside of him. But as quick as the vision came, Steele was back to reality, panting against the girth that filled him deep and the seed that spread heat throughout his body. His own organ throbbed strongly, he was right on the edge of a powerful climax. Connor grunted as he pushed his knotted cock as far in as he could and that set Steele off, the orgasm hit the malamute so hard that his mind simply shut down from the overwhelming sensation, sending him into a sudden, but pleasant sleep.