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Shen Yuan is usually smart enough to not get lost in the woods like this. But then, he supposed, that the Pale Moon Woods weren’t exactly normal.
Traversing the Demon Realm as he did brought him to many unique places. The last village he’d stopped in mentioned the dense stretch of woods where it was always night and the moon was always full. It was home to rare plants rich in demonic energy, but the guardians of the forest made even the bravest demon pause. The Pale Moon Woods were protected by werewolves, towering monsters with sharp claws and a lethal bite. When bitten, the victim would be cursed, turning into a werewolf and lost to their new animal instincts.
Shen Yuan had immediately been intrigued. Normal werewolves only transformed once a month, on the full moon. But it seemed the werewolves of the Pale Moon Woods were trapped in their beast form due to the constant full moon. He wondered what would happen if they left the woods. Would they turn into a human? Would they transform only once a month? Would they let him observe them long enough for him to get a proper sketch into his ever developing bestiary?
These questions had demanded answers.
So now he was lost, cold, and terribly frustrated with himself. He should have known better than to trust his own sense of direction!
Now he was stomping around the woods, his compass spinning unhelpfully. Perhaps something about the nature of the woods distorted the usual magnetic field of the demon realm? Maybe even the ever present moon had something to do with it?
Distracted as he was, it was only a matter of time before he tripped over a root. Truly, he must actually be cursed. Had he upset a god or disturbed a spirit’s home? He would need to light some incense and apologize properly to whatever deity/spirit/entity he’d offended when he got home.
For a moment, he laid on the ground, just staring up at the moon through the dark filter of the dense trees. Taking a breath, and another, Shen Yuan centered himself. Now was not the time to let himself bask in his own self-pity and suffering. He still hadn’t found any sign of the werewolves, and he had a bestiary to work on. He stood, grimacing. His ankle throbbed painfully, and putting any sort of weight on it was an exercise in masochism. He brushed dead leaves, small sticks, and dirt of his robes and hair. Walking was going to be a nightmare now. Looking at his surroundings, Shen Yuan frowned.
The woods had gone quiet. Too quiet.
Ah.
Testing his ankle again, Shen Yuan hissed. He really should find some place to hide. Sudden quiet was really not a good sign, usually only happening when an apex predator was nearby. He wavered between continuing to limp along or trying to climb a tree and hope they weren’t laced with some bullshit aphrodisiac.
Could werewolves climb? Their claws, like bears, would be suited for it. But would they be comfortable doing so? All the stories he’d heard from the villagers told him they were massive, hulking beasts. The trees of the Pale Moon Woods weren’t very large, certainly big enough to hold a human or a bear. But if the villagers weren’t exaggerating (they usually were, in his experience), then a werewolf would have a difficult time climbing up after him. Unfortunately, Shen Yuan didn’t have much time to think more on whether or not werewolves could climbs trees.
A low, menacing growl from somewhere behind him sent cold fear crawling up his spine.
Fuck.
The villagers, it turned out, hadn’t been exaggerating. It stood around eight feet tall, even slightly hunched over as it was. Long black fur stretched over the powerful, muscular build. Pale white teeth, sharp and dripping were bared in a snarl. Claws flexed around the brush, and bright red, glowing eyes matched the glowing demonic zuiyin on the beast’s forehead.
Sometimes, alphas or especially powerful variants of any given species had special, glowing markings. Shen Yuan would have to find other Pale Moon werewolves to test this theory. Maybe this one was just especially large as well? More things to ponder on when he wasn’t running for his life.
Running was something Shen Yuan had grown quite good at over the course of writing his bestiary.
That being said, the injured ankle meant he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. He got maybe one, three steps before his ankle gave up on him and he was sent to the ground. Shen Yuan twisted onto his back, scrambling backwards as the werewolf stalked forward. It towered above him, before crouching down on all fours, snarling as it approached.
A massive paw reached forward, sharp claws extended. Shen Yuan shut his eyes tight, waiting for death.
Instead of claws piercing his flesh, he heard fabric ripping and felt a rush of cold air against his chest. He squeaked, eyes shooting open.
The werewolf carelessly tossed aside pieces of Shen Yuan’s clothes, and indignation cut through the fear. Those were his clothes being discarded! How dare-
The werewolf growled, pressing its massive jaws against Shen Yuan’s chest, its cold nose and wet breath leaving a trail over his skin as it- sniffed him? The creature moved up to his throat, taking a big inhale of Shen Yuan’s scent.
What-
He felt something long, hot, and slimy pressed against his throat. Shen Yuan squirmed at the feeling, unable to help himself. One of the werewolf’s massive paws shot out, pinning him in place against the ground as the werewolf continued to sniff and lick him.
What the fuck??
Shen Yuan made a high pitched noise as the tongue moved to his chest, and the werewolf licked a hot stripe over one of his nipples. Its ears perked up. If Shen Yuan could properly ascribe human emotions to a wolf’s face, he would say the werewolf looked intrigued. It licked him again, and Shen Yuan shivered, trying to squirm away.
“Hey!”
The wolf held him down even tighter, making him wheeze a little. He could feel the sharp pinpricks of the claws digging in his skin. His robes, suitably ruined, were sliding open and off of him and pooling at his waist, leaving him feeling exposed and naked. Shen Yuan’s face burned as the werewolf continued to lick and occasionally nip at his chest. Its massive teeth surprisingly gentle as it made Shen Yuan squeak.
“Don’t-“ He tried pushing against the werewolf, and found an unmoving wall of muscle.
It growled at him again, and Shen Yuan huffed. He was a scholar! Not a squeaky toy for an overgrown dog without any manners!
Where was the “Hello, how are you? May I please have permission to lick and bite your tits?”
Although he supposed a werewolf trapped in their beast form in a forest of eternal night wouldn’t have much in the way of manners. As it was, Shen Yuan didn’t have much of a choice, given the circumstances. It was either squeaky toy or death.
With the werewolf distracted, Shen Yuan looked around for anything that might offer a chance of escape. A look down, past his chest had Shen Yuan’s brain faltering, like he’d been smacked with a particularly blunt object. Suddenly dizzy and disoriented, he watched in morbid fascination as the werewolf’s massive cock started growing between its legs. It was red and angry, with a tapered head and visible veins that almost seemed to pulse.
At least it didn’t glow.
Shen Yuan distantly felt his brain moving again.
Maybe it was their mating season?
It had happened before, although last time Shen Yuan had managed to escape with little more than slightly torn clothes.
Maybe he was so pent up and alone during their mating season because none of the pretty werewolf sisters would sleep with him? Poor thing.
In Shen Yuan’s humble (and correct) opinion, this was clearly an A Grade specimen! Obviously this was the true pinnacle of the species. Those pretty werewolf sisters clearly didn’t know how to recognize premium goods when presented with them. And now, without a proper outlet for his release, the poor creature was forced to hunt down Shen Yuan so he could mate properly!
Well, Shen Yuan had never been one to deny a creature in need. And looking at the absolute weapon between the werewolf’s legs, the poor thing was truly desperate.
Before he could even think of a way to offer his help, the werewolf had moved on from his chest, licking down his stomach and nosing at Shen Yuan’s crotch. The sudden wet heat had him squirming again, and he whined when he felt that hot tongue lick him through his still intact pants.
They didn’t stay that way for long though, and Shen Yuan yelped as they were shredded. The remains were quickly tossed aside where the rest of his robes had met a similar fate. He made an undignified noise as his cock met the cold air. He didn’t have to wait long for the werewolf’s tongue to return, the rough texture of it only adding to the sensation. Shen Yuan choked, head pushing back into the leaves and dirt as he arched into the monster’s tongue.
Its claws flexed on his waist, keeping him pinned in place until the wolf decided it wanted to taste something new.
Shen Yuan yelped as the werewolf picked him up by the hips. Before he had much time to protest, he felt the hot, wet tongue push against his hole. Shen Yuan choked. One of his legs jerked at the sensation before it was caught in one of the werewolf’s massive hands and pinned in place. The wolf’s tongue pushed inside him, and he sobbed. It went deeper than it had any right to. Shen Yuan arched his back, moaning loudly.
When he’d thought he was going to be eaten, this isn’t exactly what he’d had in mind.
His hole squelched obscenely from the tongue’s movements. It thrusted in and out of him, licking at his insides.
A rough thrust against something inside him had Shen Yuan wailing, thighs clenching together tightly around the werewolf’s massive head. Fuck that felt good. And apparently, the werewolf picked up on that, because Shen Yuan suddenly found his hole being assaulted, the tongue licking that spot over and over again like it was a particularly tasty treat.
Shen Yuan writhed in pleasure, his cries echoing into the woods around him. He could feel the pressure of his release building as the werewolf’s tongue opened him. Occasionally it retreated, leaving his leaking wet hole exposed to the cold air, although it was never for more than a moment or two before the tongue was abusing him again.
It became too much for him to hold back any more. His vision whited out, and Shen Yuan curled in on himself, sobbing as he came. White ropes of his release stained him stomach and chest, almost reaching his face. He slumped against the forest floor, boneless. He laid there for a moment, chest heaving, before he managed to look up.
The werewolf looked at him, still glowing eyes focused entirely on him, ears upright and at attention.
“G’d job.” Shen Yuan managed, gently patting the wolf’s paw around his waist with a limp hand. The change was immediate. The wolf smiled(?), tongue lolling and tail wagging behind it. Shen Yuan couldn’t help the groan he let out as the wolf manhandled him, lifting his hips and adjusting him. The remains of Shen Yuan’s robes were bunched up around his waist, not serving much more than to aggravate his already sensitive skin. Though he was still grateful for his boots and socks.
He felt something hot and sticky press against his thigh, and his head shot up. The werewolf’s cock, now fully unsheathed, pressed against his skin. It was massive, longer and thicker than his forearm. It was leaking already, the white release dripping down the shaft and head. The werewolf adjusted him, lining up his cock. Shen Yuan shivered as it rested against his hole. His insides clenched at the thought of that going inside him.
“Wait, I just came-“
His protests were ignored as the head was roughly pushed inside him. Shen Yuan cried out, his back arched off the ground. The werewolf was relentless, entering him inch by unyielding inch. His cock was a hot spear, and Shen Yuan writhed as it impaled him. He gasped, struggling to breathe as his organs were rearranged and pushed aside to make room.
He tried protesting, but all he could manage were vague noises and gurgles. The wolf, for its part, seemed to be enjoying itself. Whining and licking at Shen Yuan’s stomach and chest again, cleaning up his release happily. He could see a bulge growing in his lower stomach, the wolf’s cock making a large indent inside him. Shen Yuan couldn’t help the small bubble of hysteria that came up.
That monster cock wasn’t even half way inside him when the werewolf started thrusting. Its cock made obscene squelching noises that made Shen Yuan’s ears burn. The slow pace almost allowed him to adjust, how merciful. There werewolf’s “mercy” didn’t last long though. Once he felt Shen Yuan start to relax into the feeling, the wolf’s hips picked up speed. Slamming into him like a battering ram, unyielding as one too.
Shen Yuan wailed, barely able to breathe as the wolf fucked into him. The overstimulation came with a vengeance, his skin burning hot and his nerves a live wire. It bordered and spilled over into painful, this really was too much for him. With the edges of his vision turning dark, he could only thank his golden core for allowing him to stay conscious.
The wolf was breathing heavily, its tongue lolling out of its mouth. Drool dripped Shen Yuan’s chest and face, which it was kind enough to lick off him. Shen Yuan turned his head to the side, the tongue licking a long stripe up his cheek. The wolf whined, nosing at Shen Yuan’s face but Shen Yuan, even on the edge as he was, could be stubborn. Naughty dogs don’t get kisses, and Shen Yuan was quite at his limit as it was.
His fingers dug into the wolf’s black fur, pulling on it as he was fucked into the dirt, crying out in pleasurepain and feeling his own release coming towards him fast and hard. Shen Yuan felt… Something, at the base of the werewolf’s cock. It wasn’t noticeable at first, but when he did-
This mother fucker had a knot. Shen Yuan really should have anticipated this, it was a werewolf for fuck’s sake.
These thoughts were gone between one thrust and the next, but returned when he felt the knot grow, catching on his rim as the werewolf pounded into him. It felt like his sanity was slipping through his fingers, his mind turning into a blur. The wolf, uncaring as it was, continued to fuck into him, knot growing which each thrust. Shen Yuan, too boneless and fucked out to protest, couldn’t do anything to stop him.
When the knot did finally catch, too big to leave Shen Yuan’s well-fucked hole, Shen Yuan came again, sobbing and crying. Tears blurred his vision, the werewolf turning into little more than a black blur on top of him. The wolf tilted him, and Shen Yuan wailed, the knot pressing against that spot inside him. The wolf brought their hips flush together, grinding and pushing his knot as deep into Shen Yuan as it would go. Shen Yuan felt though he was choking on it. The wolf rocked into him, cock throbbing and twitching inside him until Shen Yuan felt a hot rush of come filling him as the werewolf finally found its release.
It was trapped inside him by the wolf’s knot, not a drop escaping him. Shen Yuan could feel it, a hot river that never seemed to stop. He could practically taste it. He had the barest presence of mind to look down, watching in distant horror as his stomach swelled slightly, like he’d eaten a particularly good meal.
The werewolf slumped on top of him, panting heavily. If he hadn’t been a cultivator, Shen Yuan was sure his ribs would have been bruised. Now that Shen Yuan could summon some semblance of a thought, he noticed that the werewolf’s fur surprisingly soft. Not that it made up for crushing him to death. Shen Yuan scowled, wincing a little at the cold ground at his back and the massive weapon spearing him open. Who needs claws and teeth when you’ve got a dick like this?
The werewolf then had the audacity to whine.
“What are you whining for?” Shen Yuan snapped. “You’re not the one getting pushed down into the dirt!” The beast whined again, nosing against Shen Yuan’s hair and licking it. Shen Yuan protested against the apology (?), but the werewolf just whined louder and more pathetically.
He couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him. Here he was, lost in the woods, clothes shredded, and stuck on a werewolf’s knot for who knows how long. He lit a candle for himself, this type of situation really was too much!
“Okay, okay, apology accepted” The werewolf perked up, and Shen Yuan winced as the massive cock inside him twitched. “But you really can’t be doing this! What if you hurt someone, and then some hunter comes along to put you down?” He scolded. The werewolf whined again. “I’m serious! Not everyone is as generous and understanding as me. I know instincts can be hard to ignore, but still, you need to be more careful.” The werewolf buried its head against Shen Yuan’s throat, huffing against his skin witch an especially high pitched whine. “Stop acting like a cry baby!” He felt more come leak out of the werewolf’s cock.
Shen Yuan really did get himself into the most troublesome situations.