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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Just a random idea that popped into my head this morning, a little quick and dirty short story. Been playing a lot of Diablo 3 lately, so maybe that's what's to blame. ;P Also possibly a prequel to another series I am working on, depending how this turns out.

As the heavy rains continued to pour down from the bleak late afternoon sky above, two weary travelers rode along the muddy path winding its way through a small one horse town. The little no name town would almost appear to be abandoned if not for candlelight flickering in a few windows and an old woman shuffling along, her back bent by age and hard labor. Gnarled fingers gripped the top of her walking stick as she almost painfully took step after step through the by now ankle deep mud, crossing the road before the two horsemen, heading to who knew where in this weather.

"You there, we're in search of Hopes End chapel, do you know of it?" The large grim looking white wolf sitting astride his warhorse almost shouted down to her in order to be heard over the rain. The old feline stopped mid-stride to turn and peer up at him. Her once dark coat of ebony now dulled with time, white showing about her muzzle and ears, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the wolf with a moment's confusion. With great effort she trudged and turned around, raising her cane to point off over a small hill in the distance rounding a corner not far from where they currently stood.

"It's down the ways a bit, back through them woods. But best you not tread there stranger, there's a foulness about the place" she said before spitting on the ground beside her as if the mere thought left a horrible taste in her mouth.

"Thank you, ma'am. May the Gods light shine down on you" the large wolf replied, wrinkling his nose at the feline as she spat on the ground, thinking her an uncivilized country bumpkin.

"Ain't no Gods here, good sir. They've forsaken this hell hole" She called after the two riders as they stirred their mounts onward, heading toward the chapel.

With the town fading into the growing darkness of dusk behind them, the riders made their way along the muddy road at a slow pace. Even their strong horses had trouble finding footing on the uneven terrain with the mud grasping at their hooves. The road wound around a low hill in a wide arch, tall trees starting to line either side and block out all but the last rays of dying daylight, what little there was to be had at any rate. The trip was so treacherous and grueling that soon only faint moonlight managed to peek through gaps in the thick canopy of leaves above. At least the rain appeared to be mostly blocked by the trees, bringing an almost eerie silence compared to the earlier constant hiss and strumming of the rain pouring down.

The larger wolf could feel his squire's anxiousness growing the closer they got to the chapel, hearing faint gasps and the sound of leather being shuffled as he jumped at every imagined dark form darting between the trees.

"Calm yourself boy, it's just your mind playing tricks on you. There's nothing really there..." The older wolf growled softly, a hint of impatience in his voice as he didn't bother to look back at the young ivory furred canine behind him.

"Yes, Sir Gregory..." Dane replied with his ears lowered and tail trying to tuck around himself protectively. As he stared at the large wolf ahead, he huffed softly and took a deep breath, trying to steel his nerves. This wasn't their first time hunting demons and creatures of the night, they'd slain dozens before now. But something just felt off about this one, he couldn't shake the feeling. But he tried to take comfort in knowing he was with the great Sir Gregory, "Knight of the Old Faith" and "Chosen of the Gods". Demons quailed in fear at the mere mention of his name! Or so Dane kept telling himself, the old wolf was starting to show his age, he moved slower and had constant aches in his joints. Though looking at the large white wolf you wouldn't think so, his natural white coat hid the grey of his age well. Even now he still moved with the grace of a much younger man when he fought with an unmatched ferocity. It was as if the heavy chainmail armor and sword weighed nothing to him, at times he moved so fast all Dane could make out were flashes of silver and red as Sir Gregory cut swathes through the enemy forces.

A loud nicker snapped Dane from his reverie, his horse coming to a sudden halt and refusing to go any further. Not too far ahead stood the chapel, out in a small clearing in the woods, its windows dark and the roof in need of repair. Sir Gregory climbed down off his horse and led it over to a fallen log to lash the reins to a branch before turning to nod back at Dane to do the same. Dane regrettably did so, climbing down off his mount and fixing its reins to the fallen log as well, grabbing his short spear from his pack before joining Sir Gregory on the road. Slowly and cautiously they made their way along the road, approaching the chapel and halting once they reached the edge of the clearing. Sir Gregory looked around and up at the clear night sky for a moment before reaching down to pluck a wilted flower from the ground.

"It's definitely here, the weather does not obey the natural order and the ground surrounding the chapel is dying" the old wolf growled, standing up and fixing his shield to his arm before drawing his long-sword. The blade almost seemed to have a supernatural glow under the moonlight, a faint blue light emanating from within the blade itself while the yellow gem in the pommel swirled like a contained fire. Dane gripped the shaft of his spear tightly, his hands wringing against it nervously. Sir Gregory nodded to the right, indicating for Dane to circle around that way as he moved left, making their way steadily around the Chapel to inspect it before moving inside. Outside the wood was cracked and warped with age, the windows too dark to see inside despite there being obvious holes in the roof which should have let the moonlight in to reveal the interior of the chapel. It was as if something within was blocking out the moonlight and casting the inside of the chapel into darkness. The chapel consisted of a small entrance where parishioners could leave their coats and boots if they so wished. Beyond that was a staircase to the left leading up to the bell tower, while on the right there was what appeared to be a shrine to this towns chosen deity where townsfolk could come pray when there was no service taking place. Now nothing more than burnt down candles and decayed fruit and rotten meat in a bowl, already with little white squirming maggots crawling all over it. Beyond lay the main hall with the rows of broken and decayed seats leading up to the stage where the priest would give their sermons. A door on the far back right leading to the priest's quarters and another on the left leading down to the cellar.

Sir Gregory entered the main hall and looked around, his ears perked for the slightest sound but finding none. Not even a breath of wind could be heard, a deafening silence filled the large room. Slowly he and Dane made their way deeper into the Chapel, the fowl stench of sulfur and brimstone growing stronger the closer they got to the cellar door. Again Sir Gregory nodded at Dane, indicating for him to open the cellar door and be prepared to pull back at a moment's notice, the old wolf readying his sword to strike at whatever might be lying in wait on the opposite side of the door.

Dane reached out with a trembling hand, his claws clicking lightly on metal of the handle before gripping it firmly, with a sudden twist and yank he swung the door forwards to reveal...nothing. The stairway leading down to the cellar was filled with rubble, looking like someone had attempted to fill it in ages ago, no doubt to try bury the evil that was growing here. Just as Dane turned to speak to Sir Gregory, he noticed the old wolf staring out one of the windows with a perplexed look on his face.

"It's here..." he noted, staring at the inky blackness pressing in on the windows, blocking all vision of the outside world. Even the old battle scarred wolf jumped when the doors to the chapel slammed shut with an almighty bang that was deafening in the former silence; a disembodied voice began to laugh from somewhere in the room. "Show yourself, demon!" Sir Gregory shouted, raising his sword and shield in preparation for a fight, the gem in the pommel of his sword seemed to pulse and flare along with his growing anger.

"Why if it isn't Sir Gregory, what an honor to finally meet the Bane of Hell. Still playing second fiddle to that little vixen?" the voice taunted.

"Leave her out of this and come taste my blade, coward!" his hackles raised, lips curled in an angry snarl as he scanned the room, turning in a slow circle with his back against Danes so they couldn't be caught by surprise.

"Over there!" Dane shouted, pointing at a pair of glowing red eyes hovering in the gloom before the door they'd entered through. Gradually a large shape began to form in the darkness, easily a head taller than the great Sir Gregory whom was already close to seven foot himself. The creature began to take form, coming into view with a menacing grin. Cloven hoof feet on sturdy goat legs, leading up to a lithe torso, wiry muscles and abdominals making way to a broad chest and strong shoulders. Long arms ending with large hands and viciously clawed fingers, a wolf like face with obsidian black rams horns curling back behind the ears. An eerie fiery glow within its maw as a long blue forked serpentine tongue flicked about, something dripping from the tongue that was clearly not saliva as it sizzled when it hit the wooden floor. A slender tail with a tuft of dark fur flicked and swayed behind the creature while it stood motionless and grinning at the pair. Dane swallowed hard as he noticed the large dark shaggy furred creature was undoubtedly male, sporting a thick sheath and a set of large hanging orbs below, his cheeks burning when it seemed the beast noticed him staring and grinned broader at him, showing off dozens of sharp pointed teeth. Its unnerving glowing red eyes with narrow slit pupils seemed to bore into his very soul, as if reading every illicit thought he'd ever had or would have.

"It's time to return you to the fiery pits of hell, monster!" Sir Gregory spat, sheathing his sword before starting to recite an incantation while the beast watched on with curiosity. "Ibariki dunia hii na urudishe uovu huko ulikotoka!" the old wolf intoned, even with his eyes closed Dane could see a golden glow within them. Light bursting forth as the old wolf opened his eyes and grinned at the demon, hand raised high before being brought down to slam his palm flat against the wooden floor. A large golden circle of dazzling bright Heavenly light containing dozens of swirling archaic runes illuminated the room for a second before sputtering and fading, the light fading from Sir Gregory's eyes also and leaving him confused.

"You have no power here, Paladin" a familiar voice cackled, when Dane and the old wolf looked up they were met by the image of the old woman they'd spoken to earlier now grinning back at them from where the beast had been standing previously. She raised her cane up high into the air, only to bring the round knob at the end down with a thunderous boom to the floor, all light fading from the room and plunging Sir Gregory and Dane into darkness. Sir Gregory quickly withdrew his long-sword from it's scabbard and gripped it tightly, noting even the holy light from the gemstone in the pommel was not penetrating the darkness around them. Faint whispers began to swirl around them, growing louder and louder until dozens of voices were shouting and screaming all around them. Unseen hands gripping at the wolves as they fought and struggled against them. Sir Gregory swung his sword, feeling it slice through something and followed by a pained screech of whatever was lurking in the darkness.

"Dane! Can you hear me?" Sir Gregory yelled out, trying to keep the growing panic from his voice. Whatever they were facing was no mere demon to have such power as this. The harder he fought, the more the creatures tried to grab and restrain him. Hands gripping at his arms and legs, around his ankles and even around his throat to pull him back against a wall with a rough slam that knocked the breath from his lungs, his sword dropping from his grasp and clattering to the floor somewhere out of reach. His shield being ripped painfully from his other arm as the many hands dug their claws through his chainmail armor and began to rip and claw it from his body. The shouting began to fade and light slowly returned to the room, revealing dozens of shadowy forms gripping at the still struggling old wolf to hold him firmly in place, his upper torso bare and revealing dozens of fresh scratches and marks beneath his soft white fur. Sir Gregory's eye going wide as he saw Dane in the clutches of the monster, his head in one of the beast's large hands being tugged painfully backward to reveal those sharp claws already pricking against his throat and drawing a little blood which stained his ivory white coat.

"I'm sorry, father..." Dane sputtered with tears in his eyes, knowing he'd failed and this would be the end for him.

"Father?" the beast stated with surprise, his grin briefly vanishing as he tugged Dane's head further back painfully to get a better look at him before looking over at Sir Gregory. "Gregory you old dog, I thought you Paladin's led a chaste life, not so much as a little self-flagellation to get your rocks off. You've been holding out on us, rather impressively too I must admit, if even a lord of Hell didn't know you had a little bastard whelp!" the beast laughed before withdrawing its sharp claws from Dane's throat.

"Greekhul..." Sir Gregory hissed, he'd heard rumors a lord of Hell was active on the mortal plane, just his luck to run into him. This was trouble, he was nowhere near prepared to deal with something this powerful and he'd walked them both right into a trap.

"I was just going to kill you, but this...this is something special. Imagine what they'd say downstairs, killing you would be a great feather in my cap for sure, but corrupting the great Sir Gregory and his son? Well now, that would make even the Prime Evils envious" Greekhul hissed, letting his long serpentine tongue slowly lick across Dane's cheek, making the younger wolf wince as it left a sizzling line of bare flesh in its wake, sure to leave a scar. Sharp claws began gripping and tugging at Dane's clothing, shredding the toughened leather like it were wet paper and soon leaving the young white wolf standing nude in the demons grasp.

"Don't you touch him, bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Sir Gregory shouted, fighting with renewed strength against the shadowy figures holding him pinned in place. Their grip was just too strong and the old wolf was forced to watch as Greekhul's hands began wandering over the now nude Dane's body. Slipping a clawed finger into the young wolf's mouth and rubbing at his tongue while another reached down to grope at the plump white sheath of the young man. Dane whimpered as the beast touched and fondled him, its grip absolute as he struggled in vain to break free, panic starting to flare in him as he felt the thick black furred sheath he'd seen earlier press and grind against his exposed behind.

"Relax boy, you might even enjoy this..." Greekhul hissed softly into Dane's ear, using his grip on the young wolfs muzzle to lower his gaze to an inky black form taking shape before them. The shape growing long ears and a twitching nose, down to a full bust and shapely hips. A little cotton puff of a tail twitched over a pert behind as the rabbit girl knelt staring up at Dane with pleading eyes. Greekhul smirked to himself as he felt the young wolf stop fighting at the sight before him.

"S..Sarah...but you're dead?" The young wolf whined pitifully at the sight of his former love, taken from him too young by a different demon. How could Greekhul know of her, he'd kept it a secret....unless she was paying penance for their premarital love affair.

"Submit young one and I'll set her free, let her ascend to Heaven" Greekhul whispered into Dane's ear as if to confirm his fears. Sir Gregory tried to shout something at him, but dark hands quickly clamped his muzzle shut before he could. Dane stared down at his beloved as she reached out and began caressing and squeezing at his sheath, her lips pressing in to kiss at the opening of his sheath like she always used to. She never failed to get him riled up, oh how he'd missed her so. But here she was, able to be with him one last time. Dane groaned softly as Sarah wrapped her lips around his emerging cock, starting to suck and bob her maw along his length until he was fully out his sheath. Her soft hands gripped around his knot and under his balls with gentle squeezes, just how she always used to do. Dane bucked into her suckling mouth again and again, uttering soft praises to his love. The world around him began to fade, there was only Sarah and...something hard poking under his tail.

Dane groaned out loud as a thickness began to push in under his fluffy white tail, stretching him wide and filling him with incredible heat. But all he could see was Sarah as she sucked and bobbed her muzzle along his cock so eagerly, stirring within Dane the need to climax, but for some reason he couldn't. His balls tucking up against his body, churning with seed needing to fire forth, but something just kept his pleasure growing endlessly.

Sir Gregory watched helplessly in horror as Greekhul slowly invaded Dane's mind, hearing Dane utter his beloved's name and knowing what the demon lord was doing. He wanted to shout at Dane to snap him out of it, let him know it wasn't real, that she wasn't real, but the dark fingers gripped his muzzle shut so tightly they nearly cut off his breathing. So the old wolf was forced to watch his son as his thick red length slowly emerged from his sheath, no doubt stirred on by untold immoral imagery from the demon. Sir Gregory's snarled and growled as loudly as he could when he heard the pained groans from Dane as Greekhul mounted him, the beast sneering at Gregory from above Dane's head. Greekhul's claws digging into Dane's hips as the beast began to work his hips back and forth, forcing the no longer virgin pucker to swallow every unholy inch. Dane's body filled with unnatural pleasure as his cock began to pulse and throb hard, long strands of glimmering precum began to drip from the bouncing tip of his cock as Greekhul started to speed up his thrusts. The constant tapping of his hip against Dane's behind the only sound in the room, drowning out even the young wolf's pained groans and moans.

"Are you watching Gregory, watching your only son moan like a whore?" Greekhul mocked the snarling and struggling old wolf as he roughly fucked the smaller canine. "I do so love breaking in a virgin..." he continued with a snarl, leaning down to bite at the crook of Dane's neck, his sharp teeth piercing fur and flesh alike to draw blood. Dane closed his eyes as he gave a pained groan before his hips started to buck and twitch, cock jerking and bouncing a few times before his pent up seed erupted. Graceful arcs of white carving through the air before him to spatter uselessly on the ground before the young wolf. Greekhul released his bite on Dane with another mocking laugh, suddenly pushing the young wolf off his cock and down to collapse onto the floor before him.

Sir Gregory whined as he watched Dane climax, his precious life giving seed wasted on the floor. Not only that, but when he was dropped to the ground like a dirty rag, he saw what the demon had been fucking his son with. Greekhul sported a thick ridged ebony shaft, replete with a large knot and pointed tip, easily a foot in length. The old wolf felt sick that that had been inside his son, but a new fear slowly coiled up in the pit of his belly as he feared Greekhul was to use it on him next. But what the demon had planned was so much worse.

"There's an unsatisfied customer over there, why don't you go sort him out" Greekhul hissed down to Dane, lips curled into a lecherous smirk as he idly stroked his ridged length. Dane briefly stared back at the demon with empty eyes before nodding meekly. The young wolf began crawling on hands and knees across the wooden floor towards a horrified looking Sir Gregory. The old wolf tried to speak, shout or even shake his head at the slowly approaching Dane. But it was of no use, the dark forms held him fast and there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable.

Dane crawled over to kneel before Sir Gregory, staring up at him with blank eyes and a soft smile, no hint of recognition in his gaze as he stared up at his father. His hands reached out for the bindings on the older wolfs trousers, soon having them undone and pulled down about his ankles to leave him bared completely now. Sir Gregory shuddered as Dane's hands reached up and began to caress and fondle at his sheath and balls, a soft lovers touch that was never meant to be shared between father and son. He chose not to look down at his precious boy doing such reviled things below, instead he stared angrily at the smirking Greekhul standing a few paces away while he watched on with amusement.

When Sir Gregory's willpower refused to let him get excited from mere touches, Dane leaned forward to kiss the tip of his sheath in imitation of what his Sarah did to him. His long soft tongue slipped within the opening of his father's sheath, swirling around inside to lick at his tapered tip. Despite himself the old wolf groaned and started squirming, feeling blood beginning to divert and flow down to his nethers. Sir Gregory shut his eyes and began reciting scriptures of his faith, trying to ignore the unwillingly growing pleasure in his loins. His words turning into a snarl of restrained pleasure as he felt Dane's lips wrap about his steadily emerging shaft and begin to work up and down his soon fully blossomed erection. Opening his eyes and looking down for the first time he saw Greekhul's hand stroking through Dane's hair as he guided the young wolf's muzzle back and forth along his father's shaft.

Sir Gregory ground his teeth together, bit at his tongue as he fought not to feel any pleasure from this. But his flesh was far weaker than his mind and soon he was bucking into Dane's mouth, his ears laid flat as he heard his son gagging on his cock, but he just couldn't help it. He felt an immense pressure building just behind his twitching orbs, the growing need to climax growing to a keen knifes edge, but he just couldn't quite get there no matter how hard Dane suckled at his aching shaft. The old wolf would rather be ripped asunder by Greekhul's sharp claws than be put through this torture, being brought such intense unwanted pleasure by his own son, it was a shame he couldn't bare. Sir Gregory tried to clear his mind, think of something or someone else, just to try ease the shame. His eyes screwed shut tight as he whined pitifully, wishing he were a million miles away, back home with his wife, Anna. When he opened his eyes again she was staring up at him, smiling as she worked her muzzle along his length lovingly. Sir Gregory felt relieved, it had all been a terrible nightmare. He reached down to brush his fingers against her cheek and she leaned her head in against his touch without missing a beat. The old wolf stared down with love and devotion into his wife's soft brown eyes as she got him ready for their usual passionate love making.

When he could no longer bare it, Sir Gregory gently pulled her lips from is aching slick cock and urged her to stand and turn about facing the wall. Smirking as the sultry she wolf wiggled her behind back at him, reaching out to give the cheeky minx a firm spank and laughed at her soft whimper. Moving up behind her he held her close, her back against his chest as he gripped her by the hips to wedge himself betwixt her pliable buttocks. Growling low as his hips stirred, nipping along her shoulder and up the side of her neck before whispering in a husky voice "I'm feeling adventurous tonight..." Such sweet sounds spilled from his lovers lips as he pulled back a little, grinding the thick underside of is cock between her cheeks to nudge under her tail. A method they'd used a fair few times to prevent Dane from having siblings. Dane, who was Dane...Sir Gregory idly wondered to himself as the tight heat of his wife's tail hole stretched reluctantly to permit him entry. She felt as tight now as the first time they'd played like this, Sir Gregory growling and biting down softly at her scruff as he slowly forced inch after inch of himself beneath her fluffy white tail until his knot kissed against her opening. The old wolf groaned passionately, grinding his hips against his wife's firm white behind.

Greekhul watched in amusement as Sir Gregory's mind slowly slipped away, letting him take full control of father and son alike. With a wave of his hand the shadowy forms faded from view, leaving only the two now nude white wolves before him. Dane kneeling before his father as his maw worked back and forth along the old wolfs impressive length, sucking noisily and groaning like a common two bit whore while doing so. Likewise Sir Gregory panted and whined, muttering his deceased wife's name as he bucked into his son's maw. Greekhul's brows raising as Sir Gregory's need got the better of him, his need to climax growing too strong to ignore and so he turned Dane about and leaned him up against the wall. This was going better than even he could've hoped for, Greekhul thought as he watched Sir Gregory mount his son. The demon resisted the urge to cackle or laugh, not wanting to risk breaking the spell he'd cast on them both, moving beside the two white wolves as the older wolf slowly bucked and thrust under his sons raised fluffy tail with firm slaps of his hips. His own clawed hand stroking at his drooling ridged length, the show being put on before him exciting the beast immensely.

Greekhul waited a few moments longer until he was sure Sir Gregory was close to finishing before he moved up behind the old wolf. Gripping and lifting his fluffy tail unceremoniously, the demon pressed his pointed tip up against the old wolfs behind and began to push. Hissing loudly in pleasure as he found he was deflowering his second virgin of the evening, Greekhul grinned wide and kept on pushing despite the pained snarls and growls of the old wolf before him. His claws gripped and scratched at Sir Gregory's hips, drawing blood again as he finally managed to sheath nearly his entire shaft up the old knight's back passage.

"Dane..." The name briefly flashed in his mind, vague memories almost surfacing as he was nearly snapped out of the haze keeping him under Greekhul's control. Pain flaring under his tail as the ridged cock pushed into him, spearing his guts and filling him with an almost unbearable heat. So bad was it that the claws scratching at his hips went unnoticed, Sir Gregory hissing and snarling as Greekhul began to buck and thrust under his tail, claiming the old wolf's last virginity, making him feel every ridge pop in and out of his aching tail hole again and again. In turn the beasts strong thrusts from behind began to work his length in and out of the tight ass before him, the pleasure soon returning as his own cock was gripped and squeezed in such welcoming warmth. Panting and whining from the confusing pleasure before him and the pain behind him, the old wolf felt like his mind was about to shatter. Every time the beast bucked into him from behind, he felt its large balls swing forward and batter against his own which were stirring with the need to empty his seed into the hole before him. Greekhul snarled and snorted, for such a hated enemy of Hell, Sir Gregory certainly did have a wonderfully tight ass. The beasts hips slapping roughly against the old knight's firm backside, making the wolf clench tighter around the invading cock in response, almost milking Greekhul thick, long, and ridged shaft. A constant stream of hot slimy precum jetted deep inside Sir Gregory, adding further discomfort to the rough ass fucking the demon was giving him, seeming like it would never end.

With a loud snarl Greekhul finally reached his own climax first, sharp teeth digging into Sir Gregory's shoulder, sure to add further scars to the old wolf's pelt. His hips grinding against the old wolf's white behind as his cock lurched and pulsed, firing off scalding ropes of unholy seed inside his playthings rear. The old wolf hissing and squirmed between the body before him and the beast behind him as it felt like his insides were being filled with lava and causing an uncomfortable full feeling. Looking down at his belly he was horrified to see a small bulge starting to form as Greekhul continued to empty his large balls up the paladin's backside. With a few last rough bucks against Sir Gregory's rump, Greekhul smirked as he heard a pained yelp from Dane before them, looking over the old wolf's shoulder confirmed his suspicions as he saw a thick knot tugging against a tightly clenched tail hole, Sir Gregory had indeed tied with his son. The demon withdrew his cock from under Sir Gregory's tail, stroking his length a few times to mark the wolf's back with the last of his seed and leaving glowing blue marks where ever his seed fell that would never be washed away for as long as the wolf lived, a constant reminder of this.

"My my Gregory, you really do love your son, don't you?" Greekhul cackled as he stood back, leaning against the wall beside the pair of confused looking wolves, just a moment before the spell was fully released and Sir Gregory's full pleasure bloomed inside him, even as he tried in vain to hold it back. The old wolf raising his muzzle to the moon and howling out loud as he emptied his aching balls deep inside his son.

Sir Gregory panted, collapsing against the strong white back before him, nuzzling against their neck affectionately as he basked in the afterglow of his climax, his hips twitching and bucking. His bliss abruptly ended when he heard Dane's confused voice ask "Father?" as he squirmed with a pained whine beneath the old wolf, suddenly and painfully aware of the thick knot inside him. With a mocking cackle Greekhul faded from the room, light beginning to shine through the windows finally to bathe the two of them in a soft golden glow and leave them fully exposed to their new world.

The doors to the chapel swung open with a soft creak, followed by a startled yell from behind "What in the Gods names do you two deviants think you're doing!?"

Sir Gregory and Dane turned to find a slender rabbit dressed in clerical robes and carrying a bible in his hands staring wide eyed and slack jawed at the two naked wolves tied together. The chapel no longer looked warn and ruined, the seats looking pristine and well-worn by no doubt the large group of people starting to filter in through the chapel doors to see what their priest was screaming about.