Jon Talbain's long Night
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Jon Talbain had been a lone wolf for as long as he could remember. Every since he had first changed into a werewolf during a full moon night on his fourteenth birthday the silver haired man had struck out on his own. Never staying long in one place the lupine moved like a shadow throughout the night, over plains, mountains, through forests and even traveling the great seas.
The man could honestly say that he had seen much of the world but had never experienced any of it. Keeping to himself and staying within darkness Jon Talbain was the definition of the word aloof. Inside he desperately wanted to know the feel of another person and the warmth that came from having friends but his self-loathing at his curse kept a unbreakable wall of fear rooted deep in his soul.
He knew what it meant to be both man and animal and the animal inside of himself didn't care for friends. The wolf that he became during the darkened nights wanted to settle down in its own path of land and make a territory for itself. Fighting tooth and claw for his space the werewolf didn't feel the need to have another save a mate it could claim as its own; another who was as strong as it, as fierce, as dominate and could both hold the creature's back as well as its own.
That's what the werewolf side of Jon Talbain desired a mate but the human half of the man wanted friends but knowing that his bestial half would hunt down any that it found unworthy and more than likely devour them without thought. After all wolves respected the strong while the weak were food to be eaten.
It was sad that Jon Talbain couldn't find another to share both halves of himself with but there was no one who stimulated him. The other creatures he had met were either too wrapped up in their own lives to take notice of him, too hideous in form or spirit, too devious to trust or just too weak. Having never met another werewolf like himself Jon had prepared himself for the inevitable that he was destined to be alone.
The only person who had ever been somewhat kind to him had been the feline woman named Felicia. For a woman she was built correctly and she had the power and strength he and his wolven half sought as an equal but something about her irked him.
Probably her bubbly attitude and her innocent belief that everyone in the world could be friends. It was surprising to meet someone like that in this day and age when the world had been wrapped in an everlasting darkness and DarkStalkers roamed the lands like a plague festering on the people and corrupting everything they touched.
Monsters, dragons, demons, ghouls and ghost to name a small few roamed across the Earth laying waste in their never-ending battles. It was sad really, to see a once thriving world be laid to waste in the span of a year from lack of light from the sun, creatures of night scarring the lands, and the constant fighting that continued one day in and day out.
Moving through a dense forest the blue and silver werewolf made his way to an unknown destination far removed from the battles raging on behind him and the constant gnawing in his chest. For a long time the ache Jon Talbain had felt bothered him but he just assumed that it was lonesomeness stirring in his chest but as time passed and the throbbing pulse became more and more insistent the werewolf began to wonder what was it that bothered him so.
It wasn't a pain or wound since Jon made absolute certainty to preserve his health less he be caught unawares by something or someone that lust after his life. Learning that painful lesson after fighting that damndable succubus Morgana Jon had nursed him for three long days as her claws and talons tore at his fur and flesh bleeding him dry as she had hoped to with his soul.
Not to say that the becursed creature didn't suffer her own wounds after the werewolf had found out just how delicate those leathery wings of hers were under the bite of his claws. The look of pain in her eyes and indignation made the werewolf chuckle to himself in morbid glee.
His blood pounded in his veins with the beat of his heart as he remembered the exhilaration he had felt from fighting with the fallen woman. How she had appeared so innocent when he had first stepped to her with his human skin luring him with her charms and bosom only to turn into a hell spawn once she had realized he would not be taken like so many of her earlier victims.
The scent of their dying breaths hung onto her skin and the rank stench of death perfumed her skin alerting Jon when had come too close. Many DarkStalkers failed to realize that once they had murdered and then murdered again Death hung close to them like a shadow awaiting the next soul to take to Judgment by their hands.
Jon's paw like hands were thankfully somewhat clean of innocent blood and Death didn't surround him as it did so many others. Becoming so aware of the scent of decay and ruin Jon could tell a DarkStalker the moment they neared him in no matter what form they chose.
Only two had ever escaped his acute senses; Felicia and the little girl who traveled with the half breed. They were the only ones who didn't smell of Death though they had the scent dusted on them as light as early morning dew. It was the closest thing to innocence that one could have who possessed the darkness within them.
Jon stopped once he heard something about a few meters ahead of the path he had been taking. His ears snapped to the sky as he listened for the tale tell signs of battle that he knew were to come.
He listened for long minutes until he began to doubt himself when a thick scent misted through the forest. It was heavy and musky making Jon's body thrum like a well-played instrument.
Sniffing into the wind a slight breeze brought more of the heady scent to him and before he could think rationally the werewolf was moving forward.
Baser instincts in control Jon didn't have time to think clearly as he walked upon a scene that was sure to stick in his mind for years to come if not decades.
Before the azure and cream colored werewolf was another of his kind but what he saw didn't registered clearly as the man moved closer to see if what was before him was real. In all of his life he had seen strange and grotesque sights but this was something completely different.
A few scant feet in front of him was another werewolf devouring another but not through traditional means but by means that seemed abnormal even for a DarkStalker. The other werewolf, who was black as a moonless night but streaked with fine trails of gold laced through his fur, sat onto the ground with his legs spread out and his tail thumping against the forest floor. His back was arched in pleasure, to Jon at least, as he was swallowing something furry and heavy with his three foot long and two and half foot in length prick.
To Jon it looked almost impossible save it was happening right before his eyes. The engorged red erection was sucking in the furry thing deeper into its bloated sac as the werewolf stroked along the form that could be seen just outside of its cock. The form looked lupine but Jon couldn't be sure, as he was unable to tell even with his enhanced vision. The crimson colored shaft constricted the body tightly as it looked to be uncomfortable for the other creature but by the pleasurable moans coming from the black and gold werewolf Jon could be positive.
Nothing about this made any sense but then again in a world where goblins and such raided the lands what really made since anymore.
As the furry form was taken into the oversized balls of the other werewolf Jon felt his own shaft rise from his sheath to witness what was happening. It wasn't long before Jon was dripping his prefluid onto the ground before him and wrapping his clawed hand around himself to stroke in time with the movements that the other werewolf was making.
When the other form had completely disappeared into its new home the black and gold wolf howled into the night sky before falling back onto the ground panting. The inflated length of the werewolf shrunk back to normal size as its sac bulged with the other creature inside. Balled up into the tight space the swollen bag of flesh and fur wiggled slightly as on guessed the other was settling down.
With a grunt Jon stopped his furious strokes over his shaft and calmed himself to regain his focus. As the blood returned from his groin to the rest of his body the blue and white werewolf had just enough time to open his eyes before he looked into the glowing ruby orbs staring at him.
His first instinct said to flee but something inside said to wait and analyze the situation more clearly before jumping away. Not only was there another werewolf in his presence but also Jon had felt something he hadn't in a long while. Some sense of wonder at what he was seeing as well as excitement.
The other werewolf sat onto the ground before raising a clawed hand and gesturing Jon to his side. Feeling as if the invitation was only for a brief moment he walked over cautiously and sat at the other's side while trying not to stare at the sight of his enlarged sac and balls.
A smirk casts itself onto the other's face as the werewolf took Jon's hand and rubbed it against his bloated form.
Heat was the first thing that Jon noticed as he felt the other's sac furrow under his touch and then the solid form of another living being resting inside. Tracing his claws over the face and the torso of the creature inside Jon felt the entire thing wiggle under his paws and squirm deliciously to his delight.
The other werewolf groaned in rapture as it felt the onslaught of pleasure race through from his balls to his head and all over his body. It was like being struck by bolts of lightning but living long enough to enjoy the shock and then the tingle right after. His feet began to kick unconsciously as the black and gold werewolf struggled not to reach down and massage the other inside of himself.
Jon didn't know what to do but signals from his brain to his lions were rapidly deciding for him. Without words the azure and cream werewolf rubbed himself against the oversized sac and then growled as he looked at the other werewolf and began to rub across his chest with his rough and calloused hands.
Feeling euphoria like no other the black and gold werewolf reached out and brought Jon down to eye level with him before licking on his face and nipping at his maw. There touches were alive with fire as they sent the other into higher reaches of ecstasy all the while grinding into each other and send pleasurable sensations to the creature trapped inside the furry home it had been swallowed into.
Minutes ticked by before Jon howled into the sky with the moon watching above him as he spilt his lust onto the enlarged sac underneath him. The other werewolf had gained another erection that was the same size as it had been when devouring the furry form minutes ago and soon he pushed Jon away in time to howl and explode streams of white into the air followed by the form of another werewolf.
The other was jutted into the air about a foot and a half above the copulating pair before falling in a sticky wet heap upon the black and gold werewolf. Looking somewhat dazed cum covered creature moaned and murred as it licked at the muzzle of the one who had devoured him before passing out.
Jon didn't know what to think as he witnessed the sight before him but upon seeing the black and gold werewolf licking away his own seed from his obvious friend's body Jon steeped closer and began to lave his own tongue in support.