Mating Season
WARNING: this story contains male rape. If you are offended by this please do not read. * * *
He moved at full belt through the forest, darkness cloaking his form. It was mating season for werewolves and Lyncan was on a rampage, powered by his need to mate. Lyncan was a typical werewolf, standing at 9 feet tall and furred black from head to toe. His eyes glowed with moonlight and his claws of teeth of ivory silver. Nothing seemed to stand in his way, small trees being smashed out of the way and those he couldn't plow through he would use to boost his motion. His nose constantly scented the air; desperate to pick up a scent of any living creature he could deliver his lusts on. Not far from Lyncan was a small clearing where someone had set up a tent. There was a smouldering fire outside with leftovers of a meal. A shadow could be seen through the thin canvas, shifting about. "Yeh, it's just gone night. It's a bit boring out here but I'm doing ok.. I'll be travelling out of the forest tomorrow at first light" The figure inside was a young furre wolf called Tristan, cream fur dancing into soft white. He wore slim-fitted blue jeans and a sleeveless top with 'Animal' written on it and looked around the age of 17. His backpack was to the side of him and he was laid upon his sleeping bag, talking on his mobile to his friend. "bah, the signal here is crap, you're breaking up.. you're..." he cut off as the signal gave out and grumbled as he threw the phone off to the side. "maan.. I should've brought some porn magazines with me or something, I'm never gonna be able to get off to sleep here..." he rubbed his crotch, and groaned as he felt his erection. Lyncan had caught onto the scent and was racing into the clearing, skidding to a halt. He inhaled deeply and paused to catch his breath.. Male hormones flooded his nostrils and his member quickly grew; 7 inches of meat and another two inches of unformed knot. He slid slowly closer to the tent, his breath steaming and his shadow visible from inside. Tristan was just about to rummage through his bag for a book when he heard the deep breathing and occasional growls, then saw the shadow looming outside his pen.. "what the fuck is that..." he whispered, fur spiking as fear dwelled from it. Suddenly the shadow seemed to move closer and claws suddenly ripped through the side of the tent and a large werewolf lunged in on top of Tristan. Tristan screamed and tried to squirm backwards but Lyncan had already seized him by the arms and bared his teeth in his face "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!!" Tristan began to cry out, body trembling beneath the werewolf. Lyncan grinned down at him and shifted one paw on top of his chest and then grasped his top. Tristan gasped sensitively as his claws dragged against his tender flesh. The top was simply ripped from Tristan's body and before Tristan could react that mitt was firmly pressing on his bare chest as the other paw now grabbed his pants and roughly tore them down. The werewolf licked his lips slowly and stared at the erection before lunging down upon him and plunging his lips around Tristan's member. Tristan went deadly quiet and tears purged from his eyes as terror filled them.. He was trembling violently but couldn't believe it when the werewolf began to suck him off.. Tristan wasn't exactly small sheathed but in relation to Lyncan he was tiny. Lyncan seemed to have a mouth like a suction hose, slurping and massaging the dick in his maw and tongue pushed further and all around his mass. Tristan groaned in surprise of this, and yet although he was glad he hadn't been killed he wasn't counting his chickens before they hatched. Tristan could feel his member beginning to pulse and although he wasn't in the least bit gay, Lyncan was doing a fantastic job of turning him on even further, urging his orgasm. Finally after much sucking and slurping Tristan let a slight whined howl twitch his lips as he blew his load. Slick wolf cum filled the werewolf's muzzle and he easily swallowed it down. Mouth withdrew from the dick, leaving a slight trail of saliva and cum and paws gripped Tristan's hips tightly. Tristan's heart skipped a beat... He wasn't really going to mount him was he? He risked a glance down and was horrified at the sight.. something that big, it wouldn't fit.. he began to shake his head and whimper pleas at the werewolf yet his words fell on dead ears. Tristan was flipped over and pinned face down to the sleeping bag as Lyncan positioned his huge mass up against his tailhole. Tristan was about to cry out again but there wasn't even a chance Lyncan buckled forwards forcefully, tearing into the male's ass without even a pause, and began a ruthless bucking into him. Tristan screamed in pain and clawed at the sleeping bag as the werewolf thrusted his member deeper than he thought his ass existed and kept a slightly slow pace as he exploited the whole length of his huge penis. Tristan cried out pleadingly but his fearful cries seemed to only arouse Lyncan further and he quickened the pace, blood now lubing the hole and allowing him to move with more ease. His huge body loomed over the male, and now the knot seemed to have formed and was jamming repeatedly against his ass, threatening to spread it further. The torture seemed to go on for ages, and Tristan was feeling faint already, and Lyncan was panting deeply. He was getting near to his orgasm and growled slightly before he began to buck even harder.. The knot slammed against the entrance of his ass and after a few attempts finally plunged it in. Tristan screamed in pain before he blackened out and Lyncan tied with him just before he jetted huge streams of semen deep into the wolf's ass. As the carnage died down, Lyncan seemed to calm and sway a little.. He collapsed on top of the male, unable to move until his large member dies down, which could take a good while. A few minutes passed ad Tristan came round, to be aware of no more thrusting, yet the feeling of his ass well and truly crammed full. He glanced up and whimpered as he saw the werewolf resting on top of him. A paw began to reach out and snatched his phone.. he looked at the screen.. no signal. He cursed slightly, which awoke Lyncan to his senses and grunted dominantly. 'Great, he's going to kill me now' thought Tristan who trembled under the male.. 'why did this have to happen to me' Lyncan rose and yanked his member free of the male and his hips twitched in the air a few times before his member shrank back into its sheath. He glared down at the male, sniffed along his back, before leaping off him and lumbering off into the forest without a word. Tristan shivered and slid a paw back to feel his ass.. It was red sore and a bit bloody.. "help..." he whimpered, tapping at the phone.. no signal.. no signal.. no signal..... There was a long and eerie howl that echoed through the forest, and it was soon matched by deep husky howls.. It looked like it might be a long night.....