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Ellion glanced over at the muscular human he'd been traveling with for 3 and a half weeks. The man had been silent all day, almost... nervous. The Human looked back silently as Ellion turned away quickly. "What?"

"Are you okay?" There was a sigh before the human replied. "I'm fine.. where's this rest cabin?" The elf pointed ahead. "Another mile. We should arrive by nightfall." The man seemed less than thrilled. Instead he seemed almost even more nervous. "Let's hurry. I really need some rest." The man picked up the pace, nearly passing the Elf. The Elf continued on leading the man on towards the cabin. They had been journeying through rather dangerous territory. Well dangerous for an Elf anyway. Many times along this route Elves had been found, sometimes beaten and bloodied and almost always violated and left bare to the elements by humans who hated elves for everything but their beauty. It was for this reason Ellion had hired the rather strong looking Man. Ionakana had been for the most part a very warm and welcoming presence, though intimidating to others who attempted to harm the Elf. However he'd abandon Ellion every night to go on patrols at first it didn't exactly bother Ellion. But last night he'd heard a strange growling near the camp. He'd called out to Ionakana but he hadn't returned until the following morning. Now Ionakana was distant, not wanting to speak, seemingly nervous about something. Ever since he'd heard of the Cabin he'd had a fixation on it. A primal urge to go there. Ellion assumed he had his reasons but he hadn't been told what they were. As the last rays of sun were just going below the horizon they arrived. Ionakana nearly threw the elf inside. But paled at what he saw as he stepped in. Ellion wasn't sure why. It was just a simple cabin. A fireplace, 2 beds, cooking pit and a bathing pit. Might not have been larger than a room but it was safe.. "Oh no.. nonononono.. I have to get out of here. I have to go."

Ellion seemed confused. "What's wrong?" Ionakana threw open the door but stopped suddenly. "Ionakana what is going-" He cut short as a loud crack sounded from where Ionakana stood. Seconds later multiple quick succession cracks could be heard as Ionakana seemed to release pained grunts. His bones seemed to lurch under his skin as leaned against a wall quickly Ellion was at his side. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ionakana! Are you-" he was cut short again as the man threw him across the cabin, his body slamming into a wall before landing on the bed. "RUN!" Ionakana's voice suddenly seemed.. deeper. More feral. His eyes had turned from a dark hazel to almost glowing yellow and bloodshot. His bones continued to lurch under his flesh as jet black Hair began growing across his body. It rippled across his now bare back avoiding the multiple whip scars across it. His leggings burst at the seams as he grew from 6' to nearly 8, and far more muscular. His face.. it lengthened. His teeth sharpened. Ellion paled; he knew instantly it was far too late to run. Why Ionakana had been so worried. He was a Lycanthrope.. a werewolf. He grabbed his sword, the cool emerald encrusted gold hilt a fleeting feeling of defense. Still the transformation continued as Long black claws grew from the nails on his hands and feet. His long shoulder length hair seemed to fuse to the fur creating a mane of sorts. His feet elongated into large wolf-like paws and legs, further raising his height to now almost 9'. As the transformation finished. The once human looking Ionakana now hunched over, replaced by a massive black and grey furred bipedal wolf. With a glance up, Golden eyes met green. Ionakana roared aggressively at Ellion, his paws and arms held outstretched at his side revealing very sharp claws and even sharper teeth in his mouth. Elion held his sword up defensively. "Ionakana! Stand down! Please! I-I don't want to hurt you!" The Werewolf stepped forward. Growling at the Elf. "Please. Ionakana! I know you're in there! That you can hear me! Please don't do this!" Ionakana stopped for a moment sniffing the air before slowly cocking his head, and growling softly, at the end almost a soft howl could be heard. "Please. I.. I'm your friend. Please don't hurt me." Ionakana growled ferociously at Ellion, watching the sword intently. Ellion silently.. maybe even stupidly lowered the sword. The Werewolf stopped growling. It took another step forward "STOP!" Ellion said, raising the sword a few inches from Ionakana's chest. Ionakana obeyed. He stopped suddenly cocking his head and growling ferociously again at the sword. "Can... Can you understand me?" The Werewolf cocked his head again. "If you understand, take a step back." The Werewolf took one step backwards, an intense stare at Ellion. "I.. I'm going to put the sword down. And you.. you're going to go outside. I won't hurt you. But I don't think we should be together right now." Ionakana cocked his head before turning towards the door. The scars on his back, clearly visible between the jet black fur. The Werewolf stepped towards the doorway as Elion sighed and lowered his sword again. No sooner did the sword touch the bed than Ellion was pounced on. He didn't even have time to react one second the Werewolf was in the doorway the next it had leapt 10 feet and landed square on his chest. Ionakana roared in Ellion's face before grabbing his sword and throwing it out the still open door. Before he even had a chance to react a large paw lifted itself above his head, claws gleaming in the limited light of night. He braced himself for death as it quickly came down on his chest. He felt a sharp sting as a tearing sound was heard. He looked down as he felt cool air meet his chest. He glanced down to see his shirt torn open revealing pale flesh to the night. A few shallow cuts right across his chest marked where the claws had landed. With a rough tug by the Werewolf the remains of his shirt tore off his body leaving him bare chested. The Wolf growled softly, seemingly taking in the lean muscular frame of the elf. Slowly he leaned in and licked the Elf's Chest and neck, his tongue nearly wide enough to reach the inner edges of both of Ellion's nipples. He seemed to focus in between the Elf's pecs Right where the scratches were. He continued the licking, it was almost... caring in a bizarre way. Quickly the sting was replaced by a soothing almost calming stroking. After a few minutes of this, Ellion's body had a reaction more down.. south. He felt himself becoming aroused. No sooner did he feel it than the wolf pushed down on his chest with one hand and grabbed Ellion's leggings with the other. With a rough tug the leggings were pulled down and off baring the Elf of everything but his boots and loincloth, his boots were roughly yanked off. Ellion glanced at the Werewolf who seemed to smirk before gripping the band of his loincloth and roughly pulling outward snapping it in two as the torn loincloth was thrown across the room. Now naked Ellion had a moment of terror. He had no idea why the Werewolf had stripped him but he was certain that it was nothing good.

His fears were slowly confirmed as Ionakana stared intently at his nude body, growling softly. Slowly he rubbed a hand down the exposed flesh of the Elf silently taking in the feel of the smooth hairless body. "Ionakana.. please. Let me go. Please. I-I'll keep your secret just please..." Ionakana again cocked his head silently, before returning to his exploration of the nude body. Slowly he worked his way towards the elven member between Ellion's legs. The elf jumped as Leathery pads and fur rubbed gently against his most sensitive part. Slowly, almost teasingly the Lycanthrope began rubbing softly. Ellion couldn't suppress the soft moan that came from his lips. Quickly his flesh hardened further, as the Lycanthrope seemed to almost smile at the sight. As soon as the first drop of precum beaded at Ellion's tip He felt his legs lifted and body bent to a point he was staring at his own erection. Ionakana slowly moved down outside his field of vision before he felt something flat and very wet against his exposed hole. His eyes went wide as the Lycanthropic tongue began lapping, first gently then more forcefully. Quickly he found the tip forcing its way inside. Exploring his deepest innards as a furry snout met his balls. A moment of terror passed him as the thought of the werewolf suddenly biting him flashed into his mind. He silently laid still, only the occasional moan escaping his mouth as he tried to not anger the dangerous creature. "Darta ach néiat rath edtha." The elf muttered as the Lycanthrope stopped for a moment before slowly glancing up at the elf. A seemingly comforting stroke along his hip told him that Ionakana still to some extent understood and had no real interest in harming the much smaller elf. It put Ellion at a semi eased state for only a few moments before the Werewolf rose towering over the smaller male. He felt something new. A blunt hard very thick something was pressing at his hole. "Né! Datha né! Ach néiat da thäet unin!" He cried out in a desperate attempt to prevent what was about to happen. It held no effect on the larger male. Slowly he felt it push in, his hole stretching uncomfortably around the massive piece of Meat. He groaned in discomfort as it continued, inch by agonizing inch slowly filling his guts with still more to go. To his credit the Werewolf seemed to stop every so often, giving the elf time to adjust, before continuing to push more in. After almost 8 minutes Ellion felt fur and muscle rest against his ass as Ionakana finally buried his member straight to the base. A soft groan escaped Ellion again as Ionakana growled in what sounded like pleasure. He glanced up between his legs at the Werewolf who looked down at him and growled the same way again. As though the Werewolf were showing off his strength he next slammed one paw to one side of Ellion's head before slamming the other next to it, both shaking the wall the bed lay against. The positioning of the Werewolf forced Ellion's body to bend even more to the point his dick was only a few centimeters away from his own face. Then it began. The Wolf at first slowly pulled out before thrusting roughly in. Slowly out roughly in. Out. In. Ellion's hips were forced forward, each thrust his own cock bumping against his lips with each powerful thrust in. He felt his legs going numb as the wolf continued. Then it happened. A particularly rough thrust struck something deep inside him. It shot a white hot pleasure up his spine and he moaned loudly, However it was cut off as his dick slipped into his own mouth. The Wolf adjusted just enough to prevent it from coming out. Now with each thrust in, the elf was effectively being forced to suck his own dick the hard erection sliding out before being forced right back in. Ionakana seemed to be going quicker, rougher. His primal lust took over quickly as he snarled and growled loudly. Ellion's muffled moans completely drowned out by the beastly noises of the Lycanthrope. Faster and faster the wolf thrusted as Ellion became aware of something new bumping against his ass. He remembered as a boy seeing an anatomy book in the Elven libraries. It states wolves knot with a female to ensure impregnation. His eyes went wide as the wolf slammed over and over into his body a thunderous clap against his hips as the beast began breathing heavier and heavier. He too felt a churning in his balls before he felt it. An explosion of pleasure as he surrendered his own cum into his mouth. A salty, slimy, almost fruity taste filling his mouth before sliding down to the back of his throat. To prevent choking he voluntarily swallowed it. Seconds later Ionakana howled loudly as he too exploded the elf feeling a pressure and a feeling of warmth coat his insides. The Lycanthrope nearly hilted himself but was unsuccessful at knotting the small elf as his orgasm concluded.

Silently he gazed at Ellion before pulling out, his Member drawing out what felt like gallons of cum behind it. Ellion's dick slipped out of his mouth as his legs flopped down to the bed, his breathing labored as the Beast stared intently at him, unmoving and completely silent. The only noise between the two was that of the panting elf and the deep, even breathing of Ionakana. Ellion was the one to break it as he silently slid back towards the wall. "I.. I won't tell anyone. Please. Ionakana Please just go. I.." He trailed off as his words failed him. He wanted to be safe, sure but.. The Werewolf hadn't actually.. hurt him. Sure he took a bump, been bred and had a few scratches but overall he wasn't exactly hurting. Just.. scared. "Why.. why are you doing this?" The Lycanthrope cocked its head before gently placing a furred hand on his chest, stroking softly as though trying to comfort him. "Care.. Love.. Elion." His voice sounded like a mix of the baritone the Elf had come to know and the beast's snarls. Still through the bizarre noise and primal words Ellion seemed to understand to an extent. "You love me? How.. how long have you.."

"Long... Carath.." Ellion lay stunned. Carath had been a nightmare. A rather corrupt City guard had framed Ellion for theft by slipping a stolen dagger belonging to the City's Governor into his bag. Ionakana had also been charged with aiding in the theft. They had sentenced Ellion to a more than excessive 150 lashes for the crime, and Ionakana to 70. They stripped the Elf and Werewolf to their loincloths and dragged them to the city square, But when it came time Ionakana had been the only one flogged. They gave him instead of the 70 He'd been sentenced to 100. He'd taken every single one while staring directly at the elf. The explanation? Ionakana had taken responsibility for the theft and claimed the elf had no idea it was there. As soon as Ionakana was walking around 2 weeks later they left. "Liked.. look.. you... pretty." Elion blushed as the Werewolf stroked his chest softly, his padded thumb rubbing against his nipple for only a moment. He didn't think he looked exactly handsome. He was as average as any other Elf. Though he supposed to humans that would be the epitome of beauty. He had Long flowing yellow hair that bordered on silver. His eyes were a deep emerald, with Pale creamy skin. His body was thin but still quite muscular compared to the average male Human. Beyond the hair on his head, his body was completely hairless. "I.. I love you too. I have for the same amount of time. What you did that day... I.. I don't think I can ever repay it. They'd have killed me simply because I am an Elf. I can never... NEVER thank you enough for what you did that day." The Werewolf silently leaned in and licked at Ellion's face and neck again. "Have... Already... haven't.. run.. stayed... Ionakana." Ellion understood. He hadn't run even when Ionakana had told him to. (Not that he could have.) He remained to help him. Now Ionakana had believed it had been intentional, even if that wasn't entirely the case. "Ionakana... I..." The Werewolf glanced at him with a soft almost caring look. "IF you want me to stay.. tell me. If not, I will go. I'll leave it to you." The Werewolf seemed to be deep in thought before he spoke. "Stay.. be...mi... no... your choice..." Elion looked at him confused. "You want me to choose to stay?" The Werewolf growled. "No!.. stay.. choose.. mine.. not.." Elion suddenly understood. "I see. You want me to stay but you desire more.. intimacy." The Werewolf dipped his head in acknowledgement. "Won't.. force.. bad.. sorry.." A tear seemed to slide down the fur below his eye. "So.. lone... sorry..." Ellion gently reached up and ran his hand across the soft fur on Ionakana's cheek. He knew the feeling. Outside of the rare friendly human or the few times he actually met another elf outside of the forest nobody welcomed him with kindness. It was always contempt if not hatred. To be so feared led to quite the lonely existence. He had stayed. Partially of fear and partially because he cared. And because he had a good relationship already Ionakana had acted on his more primal urges. Silently he trailed his hand down to the Scarred shoulder of the Werewolf where a bite mark seemed to have been left. He'd noticed it the day Ionakana had been so viciously whipped but thought nothing of it. "I understand. I.. I would like that. But.. let me rest a bit. I'm still a little tired." Silently the Werewolf lay down on the bed pulling the naked elf to his chest. "Sleep.... Keep... Safe..." Ionakana said as Ellion found himself quickly becoming drowsy. Quietly he nestled up to the large wolf as he surrendered to darkness, Ionakana wrapping a protective arm around his body.

Light poked at Ellion's eyes as he felt a nude body pressed to his own. Quietly he opened his eyes as the sun shone directly through the doorway. He quietly sat up and turned towards Ionakana. For a brief moment he wondered why the two were naked together before the previous night flashed into his mind. Ionakana turning, forcing himself on the Elf, the two orgasming mere seconds apart. Silently, Elion got out of the bed and walked to the bathing pit. His body felt sticky, he could smell his sweat and musk of the Werewolf all over himself. With a few words of magic he managed to fill the pit with hot steaming water. Silently, he stepped in, sighing as the heat slowly crept up his body with each step in. He sat in the hot water contemplating. How was he going to.. even start to address what happened? Would Ionakana even remember any of it? If he did what should he say? SHOULD he even say anything? Quietly he slipped under the water allowing himself to be submerged for about a minute before breaching the surface again. He turned back to see Ionakana sitting on the bed silently watching the doorway. He didn't say a word, simply.. stared. As though keeping guard. Like nothing happened. After another 10 minutes of Ellion washing in silence he quietly stepped out of the water as Ionakana tossed a towel at him, still not taking his eyes off the open door. "Thanks." Ionakana nodded silently. As he towelled off Ionakana spoke. "How much?" Ellion stopped, his face blocked underneath the towel. "What?"

"How much do you know? When I opened that door I wasn't naked last night and neither were you. How much do you know?" Ellion stood stunned. Did he really not remember? He supposed it was possible. Very few books on the Physiology of Werewolves were available and most were.. speculatory at best. "Look. I'm not mad. But I need to know how much you know and if I need to act to keep you safe so please.. what do you know?"

"You turned. I saw it all." Ionakana sat silently as Ellion lowered the towel. "Did I do that?" He asked, pointing at the now revealed scabbed scratches. Ellion nodded. "You um.. you tore my clothes off." Ionakana nodded. "I.. remember that now.. it takes some time. My brain, it... doesn't remember everything when I turn back. I need reminders. What else happened? Did I bite you?" Elion shook his head. "No. We.. bred. You um.. got me naked and then you.. uh.." Ionakana put his head in his hands. Before whispering, "Damn it.. are you hurt?"

"No. You.. you didn't hurt me. You spoke to me afterwards. Told me you were glad I stayed." Ionakana slowly stood and walked over to the smaller male. Gently he gripped Ellion's shoulders and looked him over. Paying close attention to the scratches on his chest. "Was there anywhere else I punctured your flesh?" Ellion shook his head. Silently Ionakana pressed his face to Ellion's scratches and inhaled deeply. "I licked the wound clean.." Ellion nodded. "You.. you won't turn. There's a certain scent.. you don't have it. Listen Ellion.. I.. I'm sorry. I should've told you but I-I was scared. I didn't know if you could be trusted with this.. and now.. I have no choice BUT to Trust you with it." He walked back and sat on the bed. Silently Ellion followed and sat next to the Werewolf. "I'm a Lycan. A Werewolf, Lupin, whatever you want to call it. Every night the moon is out.. I turn to what you saw last night. It's been that way since I was a boy. There are certain times it doesn't happen. Storms, new moons, fog, thick growth.. I have to have little to no interference with Moonlight for a forced moonlight turn. Otherwise I can turn freely if I so desire."

"So.. all those patrols you went on you were.."

"Hunting... Keeping my hunger in check. It helps to.. keep enough of my normalcy to remain in control. Otherwise I wouldn't be half as.. Gentle." Ellion resisted a sarcastic remark in response. "If you turn each night, why didn't you.."

"We were lucky those two weeks in Carath. That rain saved me from being outed. You'll have noticed I ate far more afterwards. It satiated my other side." Ionakana answered already knowing the question. Ellion nodded before asking the next question foremost on his mind. "Why did you.. have sex with me. It seemed like it was the first and only thing you wanted." Ionakana sighed. "I... I'm sorry... I-I've been in love with you for.. hell since we faced those lashes. And it's not just how you look. When I woke up, and the first thing I saw was you, tears in your eyes cleaning my wounds... I felt a kindness and caring I haven't known since I was a normal. There was no hatred.. no fear.. no jubilation that I was so badly injured. You actually showed you cared. I know that to you that just seemed like common decency, but for me, You may as well have been an angel sent from the Gods." Ellion sat silent. "Afterward I.. Wanted to be with you. Forever. I fantasized about you every day. I wanted to taste you." Ellion glanced at the Werewolf. "Not.. not like that... your lips.. your body.. I wanted you. But I knew.. that you.. and I.. we could NEVER..." Elion stopped Ionakana with a hand on his cheek. "I felt the same. When I watched that flogging, knowing both of us were innocent and you hadn't done anything wrong, yet you still took my beating I felt like no one would ever care to do that. You literally saved my life. Elves are resilient but not that resilient. I fell for you. I.. desired to be yours but I was too scared to speak of it so I just.. thanked you. I know it must have seemed... indifferent. For that, I apologize."

"Heh. He. Hahahaha!" Ionakana laughed softly. "We're so stupid..." Ellion laughed. "I suppose so." The two men laughed softly for a few more minutes before Ionakana started staring at the doorway again, a scowl on his face. "Are.. you okay?"

"Pissed." Ellion cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" Ionakana pointed to the scraps of fabric and leather that had been his clothing on the doorway floor. "Those were my only clothes..."

A few hours Later Ellion and Ionakana sat nude at the table working feverishly with a few Pelts and leathers they had collected on their journey, and salvaged from Ionakana's clothing. Ellion had taken to sewing together a vest made from fur for the Werewolf, as Ionakana had taken to fastening a pair of sandals and a Loincloth. He and Ellion had surmised that the Materials would easily break away during transformations yet still be easy enough to repair. After a few hours of work both had dressed, Ellion in only his leggings and Ionakana in his fur and leather clothing. Ionakana had been consistently apologetic concerning Ellion's clothes, but Ellion had brushed it off. He'd worn much less in the Forests of his Homeland, often wearing little more than a Loincloth, this to him was far more comfortable. Together the two went hunting. Spending the day gathering berries and Successfully bagging a buck before returning just a few hours before nightfall. Silently the two cleaned the deer before cooking some of the meat and berries. They sat down to eat just as the sun was going down. "So.. what'll happen tonight? Are we going to..." Ionakana shrugged. "I don't know but... listen... Did I make a noise when I first saw you? Like.. a growl that turned into a soft howl or something?" Ellion nodded. "Okay.. listen. Do NOT approach me until I make that noise and I'm looking at you.. and if you need to, and I approach you without that noise, you do what needs to be done to keep yourself safe. That noise means I recognize you as a friend and don't intend to harm you. It's.. for your safety. I don't always immediately recognize people or scents like this morning.. Talk to me after I turn. Make sure to repeat your name and eventually I'll come around. Just please be careful. Promise?" Ellion nodded and hugged Ionakana tightly. "I hope it never comes to me having to do something that will harm you.." Ionakana hugged the Elf back. "I hope the same.." They stayed silent for a moment enjoying the feel of the other's bare chest against his own before they broke apart. Ionakana sighed deeply "Ready?" Ellion nodded as Ionakana walked to the small window. He stayed just against the wall for a moment as he turned and smiled at the Elf. He stepped in front of the window and the loud cracks were again heard. Almost immediately he began turning his clothes as planned, falling away easily. To Ellion the process was just as unnerving as it had been the previous night, but within seconds the Werewolf had turned completely. Slowly he turned and let out the soft growling howl. Ellion stood silently as the Lycan stared at him. "Ellion." The Lycan said finally as Ellion slowly approached. The Lycan slowly walked forward, stopping only a few feet from the Elf. Ellion slowly shucked off his leggings, before silently closing the gap between the two. Ionakana stood silent as Ellion gently ran his hands over the Werewolf's broad chest and arms. Ionakana growled in what sounded like pleasure as the Elf slowly explored his body. Ionakana's fur was incredibly soft. He almost lost himself just mindlessly stroking the soft fur as Ionakana enjoyed the feeling of the smaller hand caressing his body softly. His member slowly unsheathing and hardening as the elf explored his Lupine form. After a few minutes Ionakana silently ran a paw through the Elf's long Blond hair. It reached halfway down the Elf's back. Ellion shuddered as he felt the sharp claws of the werewolf trace slowly down his bare back, a silent unintentional warning that this was a dangerous creature. He felt his cock stiffen slightly at the thought. There was something.. thrilling about it.The reaction wasn't missed by Ionakana who took it as a sign to begin. Without warning the wolf lifted him just above his hips and placed its erection at his hole. He glanced down for a moment at the Elf who silently nodded as the wolf lowered him down, slowly impaling the smaller male as he held tightly to his arms. Ellion moaned loudly as he was filled with the Beastly member. Ionakana took very little time waiting before beginning to lift the Elf up and down on his cock, the elf reduced quickly to a moaning sex toy for the Werewolf.

Ionakana growled with each thrust in, his powerful thrusts sending tremors through the smaller Elf. Ellion trembled in pleasure as the Lupine erection filled him deeply. He swore he could feel it in his stomach. His erection leaked precum all over itself as the Werewolf continued forcibly lifting and lowering him on its erection. He gasped in pleasure as each movement rubbed against his prostate, forcing more Pre out of his erect member. Ionakana groaned as Ellion felt a slight pressure and flush of warmth deep inside himself. For a moment the Lycanthrope stood still as the warmth flooded deep inside before beginning again. Thrusting much harder as Ellion's pleasure finally reached its own peak, He exploded as streak after streak of pearly white splattered against the Werewolf's stomach, as Ionakana battered his already used hole. He felt something slowly wetting his flanks as the Lupine cock moved in and out of him, what he could only assume was the Lycanthropic cum he'd just been filled with. With a long loud howl Ionakana erupted again, more pressure building in Ellion's guts as the Werewolf's claws dug into the soft pale flesh, the sudden sting of pain mixed with the pleasure to draw another orgasm out of the elf. Silently Ionakana lifted Ellion off his cock. As he did it was immediately splattered with the two fresh loads he had deposited. The scent of cum quickly filled the room as it also pooled on the floor. Silently Ionakana placed his paw on the Elf's bare shoulder before leaning down and gently licking Elion's cheek. Ellion smiled softly and kissed the Lycan back, both silently expressing their love to each other. Seconds later Ellion found himself being led to the roaring fireplace. He silently followed as Ionakana sat down in front of the flames. Quietly Ellion reached for another log and tossed it on before he was gripped tightly by his arm and pulled into the Werewolf's lap. He immediately felt the still hard flesh that had so thoroughly bred him moments earlier, but it seemed that wasn't what Ionakana had in mind. Instead he wrapped his arms protectively around the nude Elf, silently licking his back, neck and shoulders before holding him tightly. Ellion relaxed into the soft fur, every inch of it firm beneath the muscular frame of the Werewolf's flesh, yet soft as the fur blankets the humans often used. Together they watched, as the flames burned. Both silently enjoying the feel of the other's body against his own. Ellion watched as a twig sticking out of the log slowly burned, the flame climbing it danced mesmerizingly as it slowly consumed the wood. The heat was more than pleasurable as the cold of night began creeping into the cabin. Between the feeling of fur and the heat of the fire he found himself slowly drifting to sleep after only a few minutes.

A few hours later he stirred, aware of the feeling of softness under his body. He found himself laying on the bed he and Ionakana had shared the previous night. Slowly he sat up and glanced at the door. Ionakana stood silently staring out the open door, his ears twitched as Ellion stood. As he took a few steps towards Ionakana the Lycan turned, his golden eyes glowing in the darker light. Silently Ellion placed a hand to Ionakana's chest again as the Lycan slowly reached up and gripped it. Slowly he raised it to his chin and stared deeply into the Elf's eyes. The look given was one of emotion. A silent glare that projected love, tenderness, yet pure unbridled protection. Silently Ellion felt himself being led back to the bed. He glanced up at the Werewolf who seemed to smirk for a moment before shoving him roughly onto it. Ellion glanced up at the Lycan who stared back, cocking his head with a soft growl before roughly spreading the Elf's legs. He then lowered his head towards Ellion's cock. He watched with bated breath as The werewolf sniffed deeply before silently beginning to lick the soft flesh. Ellion gasped as the long flat tongue began lapping at every inch of his now rapidly hardening flesh. Still the werewolf continued moving lower as the Elf groaned loudly as the tongue lapped over his balls in addition to his cock. Within only a minute he was completely erect. As soon as he was, the Lycan took his erection into his maw. He had a sudden feeling of fear as Sharp teeth grazed tender flesh, but that quickly dissipated as the Werewolf began lapping, sandwiching the Elf's cock between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Gently he began bobbing his head, slowly working up and down the Elven pole as Ellion again lost himself to pleasure. The maw of the Werewolf was warm, moist, and the combination of tongue and the roof of his mouth produced a tight pressure that forced bead after bead of precum out of his cock. Still the werewolf continued, quietly enjoying the salty taste of precum and sweat that the elf had produced as he slept, his own cock slowly hardening at the sound of gasps and groans of his mate. With a long groan Ellion's eyes rolled to the back of his head before closing as he exploded, his mouth locked in a silent scream, and body seizing in pleasure. The Lycanthrope stayed still as he felt the Seed splash across his tongue, shot after shot painting his tongue white. As it abated, the Lycan pulled off silently enjoying the flavor of the Elven seed. It had almost a salted apple like flavor as he swallowed it silently. Silently Ellion glanced at the Werewolf panting heavily as the Lycan glanced down at him. He watched as Ionakana placed his erection against his own before slowly thrusting back and forth, bursts of overstimulated pleasure exploding up his spine with every thrust. Ellion writhed under the massive Wolf, he found it hard to even catch a breath. It was as though with each overstimulated burst of pleasure the air was just sucked from his lungs. His heart seemed to flutter with each pleasurable rub. Ionakana smiled. He couldn't get enough of the sexual noises the Elf made, not that he blamed the Elf. If his Lupine form felt half as good to Ellion as the smooth flesh of the Elf felt to him, he must be going mad with pleasure. He felt a spring building in his loins as he continued. With a final thrust he threw his head back and howled deeply, painting the smaller elf with his seed. Ellion lay silent, his breathing as heavy as his eyelids. Still Ionakana wanted more. His more feral, primal urges quickly taking hold. Without a word he pulled back before shoving himself to the hilt into the elven hole. With a series of soft gasping growls he began thrusting as Ellion mewled further in pleasure, his mind almost completely lost resulting in his words little more than babbling gibberish. The Werewolf had little cares. Quickly his thrusts built up strength. Ellion reached to place a hand at Ionakana's chest, but got a roar in response. The look in Ionakana's eyes was completely feral. Ellion felt every inch of the large member deep inside him rubbing against his insides, pleasure turning to pain at the roughness than back to pleasure. He felt claws digging into his shoulders as he winced, Ionakana thrusting harder and harder. He felt an orgasm rip through his body again, watery cum shooting all over his chest, mixing with the Werewolf's. Still Ionakana continued the force of the thrusts rocking the elf on the bed. He could feel something dripping down his sides, he wasn't sure if it was cum or blood, or both. Ionakana's breathing got faster and faster, matching his thrusts in strength and speed. Finally with a final howl he shoved his knot deep into the elf and came. Ellion felt the pressure in his guts as The Lycan pumped more and more seed into him. He then saw a flash of fur and teeth as an explosive pain radiated from his shoulder. He blacked out with a final dry orgasm, the last thing he heard was another Feral howl.

"Come on.. COME ON! ELLION! WAKE UP!" The voice sounded panicked. "PLEASE! PLEASE WAKE UP!" He felt so tired. Surely there was no harm in sleeping a little longer. "Please.... I'm so sorry..." Was that voice... crying? Why was it crying? Because he was sleeping? That was.. odd. "Please.. just open your eyes.. tell me you're still with me.. I can't lose you..." Ellion wasn't sure what was going on but if it put whoever this was and let him rest. Ellion's eyes slowly fluttered open. The light was blinding. He felt almost.. hungover. As though he'd drank 7 or 8 Honest Horns in the Elven City. He squinted in the light to see a blurry figure standing over him. "Ellion?.." Slowly the figure came into focus. Ionakana looked as though he'd been sobbing for hours. His chest and hands were covered in blood. In a panic Ellion tried to sit up. "NO! NO! NO! NO! Don't move! Don't move! Don't Move! It's-It's ok.. don't move." He felt a gentle push on his shoulder. "Stay still.." He looked down at Ionakana's body.. he didn't see any.. injuries. So who's blood.. with a sudden almost dreaded realization he looked down at himself. His left shoulder had a very gnarly looking series of puncture marks. Blood was just below the series of wounds as though someone had hastily tried to wipe it clean. Silently Ellion tried to speak a spell of healing. But his words came out too slurred to get the magic to work properly. "Shh. It's okay.. you're going to be ok. I.. I bit you... In about an hour it'll heal.. but.. you're like me now.. Ellion.. I'm so, so sorry.." Ellion lifted his hand shakily and placed it to Ionakana's cheek. "S'ok.. I.. I'm glad to be... yours.. If.. that means... I have to be a.. Lycan.. I will..." Ionakana smiled softly. "Rest. Just promise me you'll wake up afterwards."

Ellion nodded as he drifted into darkness again, his final words giving Ionakana hope. "I love you..."

Ending 1: Life after the Bite

Two wolves ran quickly through the forest, the scent of a buck fresh on their noses. Within seconds a tan furred wolf the size of a man pounced on the creature, as the buck struggled a black furred snapped its neck with an almost human-like paw. Together the two began eating the buck. Ellion had taken a while to get used to eating meat, having grown up in a traditional elven way. But, by now he was enjoying every mouthful. He and Ionakana had mated many times since that night almost 10 years ago. Every so often they would switch who was the giver and who received. But he wouldn't have it any other way. After returning to the Elven forest, the Elves had accepted the two with very few objections. They allowed the Werewolves to hunt in their forests. To live and walk among them. For the first time since he was a boy, Ionakana truly felt accepted by society. As the two finished their meal Ellion smiled. This.. was a great life.

Ending 2: Death after the Bite

Ionakana laid a hand on the Elf softly. He'd been trying for so long to stop the bleeding. He watched as Ellion's breathing got softer and softer. Tears welled in his eyes. He knew there wasn't a lot of time left. "Please don't go.." Ellion's features seemed to soften for just a moment before he let out a soft sigh. Ionakana paled. Silently he layed a finger to the Elf's neck, searching the life vein for a heartbeat. There was none.. he let out an anguished scream as his long time love left him.

Over the years a story has been passed around the cities and holds. Of a monster. An emotionless beast that destroyed anything in its path deep in the forest. If you believe the story, he once was a man. One who gave his heart to a beautiful Elf. But one terrible night, a Monster killed him. Only for the Man to lose his mind completely and delve into dark magics to become a more powerful beast to gain his revenge. In doing so, he became an unstoppable killing force. Completely giving his humanity away for a more feral unfeeling killer. Ending the lives brutally of Hunters, Lost travelers, and wildlife. If you go to the forest, and you hear a fierce howl, run. You may survive. But if you don't, be prepared to face your demise at the hands of the Monster. Who, according to legend, once was named Ionakana.