This story contains sexual scenes between males of different species.
If this type of material offends then you should not read it. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age—no matter where you live in the world—you are not to read this story by law.
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2010 EJA
THE WOLF
By
EJA
From Chapter Six:
As the beast fell, Marrok seized his chance and launched himself straight at the beast's neck. There was a bony crunch and the creature snorted mucus from its nostrils that caught Marrok square in the eyes before the light went out of its own.
Marrok fell to the ground, shaking his head and staggering blindly about the area. Davy quickly rushed to his aid. What's wrong, my love? the boy asked of the wolf.
I'm blind, Davy, Marrok replied, still shaking his head. Whatever that was that came out of its nose, has rendered me blind as a bat. I'll be no use to you as a protector now, I'm afraid.
Chapter Seven
Don't say that! Davy reprimanded the wolf. You're still my protector and I'd have no other! We'll think of something, you can bet your life on it!
What, then? queried Marrok in a tone that Davy found unsettling. How are we going to get my sight back? I know of nothing in this world that can cure it.
But the glimmer of an idea had taken root in Davy's mind. He pondered it for a few minutes, allowing Marrok to read the direction it was going.
Are you sure it'll work? the wolf asked when he saw the idea in its full form.
I told you about how I was seduced by a big dog, didn't I? the boy asked him,
Yes.
But I didn't tell you about the time we switched places—not physically, I have to say, but mentally. For a while I was able to see what the dog was seeing—namely me. It was like I was fucking me. Now, I ask you, what's to stop me trying to reverse the situation and allowing you to see what I can see?
We can but try, Marrok replied. If it doesn't work I'll be no worse off than I am now.
Davy's talent at controlling animals had never been needed more than at this moment. Sweating profusely—partly because of the humidity as well as the problem—the boy focussed on the dead body of the Zyzek, gradually expanding his vision until it took in the whole clearing.
Then, with another part of his brain, he looked for Marrok's mind. It took him a while since he wasn't used to focussing on two things at the same time. However, Davy found Marrok's mind and arrived at the most difficult part; gifting the wolf with his own sight rather than the other way round.
Suddenly Marrok gave a startled whine. I can see something, my love! he said. I can see the clearing and the dead beast! You've done it! He began to dance—albeit wolf-like—around the glade in a humorous display of exuberance.
Davy laughed so much his head tilted up and he looked at the tops of the trees. That had the effect of sobering the wolf up and stopping his prancing. Sorry, he apologised, I forgot for a moment that I was seeing things through your eyes.
Don't worry, my love, I'm sure we'll soon get used to sharing my sight.
Before leaving the scene of their most recent triumph—and their most humiliating failure—Marrok and Davy practised looking at various objects and having the wolf describe what he was seeing.
After an hour the pair felt reasonably confident that they could weather any problem that arose—at least until a cure could be found. They would have to avoid any dangerous confrontations, if possible, since, as Davy's protector, the wolf would be at a distinct disadvantage in any sort of scrap.
Davy climbed on Marrok's back and, laying his head on top of his mate's, simply looked in the same direction as the wolf. That way the animal was able to pick his way through the jungle with unerring accuracy.
There had been occasions in the past when, because of the monotony of their journey, Davy had fallen asleep on Marrok's back. He couldn't do that now, since everything depended on his eyes staying open.
Finally another glade came into view with a trickling stream running at its edge.
Shall we rest here? Davy asked, his eyelids heavy from keeping them open for such an extended period of time. We should be refreshed after a good night's sleep.
Wise words indeed, the wolf agreed, but before we sleep I want to try something.
Davy knew exactly what was on Marrok's mind since it had occupied his thoughts all during this day's trek. They hadn't indulged in sex for over a month now and both were keenly feeling its absence. Davy needed to have something substantial buried inside of him and Marrok needed the same thing—albeit from a different perspective.
The boy climbed off the wolf's back and lay over a moss-covered log, his ass at the correct height for their respective bodies.
Marrok stepped closer and sniffed at the upraised anus. Because Davy's eyes were closed in anticipation of the sexual experience ahead the great wolf couldn't see the object of his affection. But his sense of smell was on target and he took in the boy's excited emissions.
Then Davy gasped as Marrok's tongue plunged unerringly in his crack in an attempt to find the boy's love tunnel. In an effort to widen his ass crack for the invasion, Davy drew his knees up to the log and pulled open his cheeks.
Marrok's tongue began exploring the crack and the puckered ring of his ass. In a matter of seconds it was inside the boy's hole and massaging his prostate, causing Davy to moan and for his cock to become even harder.
All of Davy's senses seemed to gather and concentrate on the valley and the pit inside it. He began to utter incoherent sounds and his whole body twitched the deeper the probing tongue went.
Blind though he was Marrok knew what he was doing and what he wanted to do. He wanted to widen the tight hole to take his cock—he sensed it would be the larger version since he had gone for weeks without feeling the inside of Davy—so his tongue delved even further into the boy's anus, widening him incrementally.
Davy's mind began to spin out of control, heat surging through him as his lover ate him out. His hips began to buck around his probing tongue and he heard the wolf growl softly. Above them the sun, partially obscured by a misty haze, bathed the pair in its warm glow.
The boy shook his head, groaning audibly, his whole body quaking from the feelings the wolf was producing in him, the tongue stimulating him beyond his ability to focus. He started twisting and writhing, lifting his head and arching his back as Marrok's probing tongue went even deeper into his darkness. Davy could scarce believe that this animal could bring all this erotic pleasure out of him with just his tongue.
Finally Davy was unable to take any more—he needed to feel the wolf's cock instead of its tongue in him. He gave a vocal utterance to his desperate need. Oh Marrok, you wonderful beast,' he moaned. Take me. Do it, go on, do it.'
Marrok failed to understand the words but their meaning was clear to him. But, instead of succumbing to Davy's demands, the wolf kept up his tongue's rape of his hole and prostate.
Finally Davy was there. Great globs of cum shot from his balls, up the tube to erupt with a force that bathed the log with juice. The boy screamed his joy; he would willingly have died at that moment, such was the pleasure generated by Marrok's talented tongue. Wave after wave of pure sensation swept the youth as he bucked and humped against the animal's maw. His hips lifted from the log as he experienced that unparalleled wonder.
The boy's mind reeled through all sorts of images—images of sex with animals, images of sex with a variety of men as well as images of nothing sexual—all passed swiftly through his mind's eye. The final image was of himself as a wolf and he and Marrok hunting together, their bodies covered with blood; Davy had become feral as he fought for his release. His pleasure knew no bounds.
But Marrok wasn't done. He kept up the licking although his mate had begun to relax, to come down from the high to which the wolf had transported him. His tongue was like a miniature version of his cock, stroking back and forth, fucking the boy and massaging his prostate again and again.
Davy by now was completely off the log, his only contact was his hands, supporting his upper torso. Most of the boy's ass was inside the wolf's maw, every spare inch of tongue buried deep inside the heated ass. Davy's feet dangled inches off the ground and he was moaning his pleasure to the jungle surrounding them.
Finally the boy's feet began to feel the jungle grass once more as Marrok lowered him back to terra firma. The boy draped himself over the log once more and waited, knowing he was about to be fucked.
Marrok's paws went about Davy's waist as he repositioned himself over the log and his lover.
Use me Marrok, Davy transmitted. I'm yours to use for as long as you see fit. I'm yours and will always be yours for as long as we live—and long after both of us have passed on. I love you.
I love you, too, Marrok told him as his cock plunged full-length into the boy's waiting chasm, piercing the dark, so recently vacated by the wolf's tongue.
Once again his love button was massaged by flesh, causing another rise of passion, sharp and sweet. Marrok's cock began thrusting frantically in and out. He was growling as he lowered his muzzle and his tongue licked the back of Davy's neck.
Davy soared to new heights and his hips bucked backward in an effort to impale himself on this wonderful weapon. Heat at the point of contact began to radiate from his anus and bathe his tummy. The boy was pressed to the log, the wolf's prick giving him nothing but pleasure, an erotic zinging filling him from his hair-line to his feet. Given that the cock was once more massaging his love button Davy knew he would soon be coming again, probably without even trying.
By now Marrok's thrusts had become frenzied, opening up Davy's ass, filling the boy's entire body with ecstasy. His head shaking, he growled in a passable imitation of his lover. The boy pushed himself off the log as more and more of this wonderful cock sank into him.
The wolf's tempo was impossibly fast and his hips were blurring, such was the speed. Finally Marrok froze and howled in full voice; he could probably be heard in the cave housing the Pool of Life.
The sound brought Davy off, the same release the boy had had with Marrok's tongue, although this was infinitely more powerful. The boy's skin felt as if it were on fire as Marrok's liquid jetted into his ass, bathing the walls before spurting deeper into the boy.
And still Marrok continued to cum, filling every part of him with wolf semen; animal essence. Davy's head sunk until all he could see was the log as the wolf stayed inside of him, still stretching its home and nudging his prostate.
Davy heard a keening sound that wasn't really wolf-like at all. It took him a few seconds to realise he was making the sound although his climax was almost done. But Marrok's underbelly was a comfort to the boy and he realised he would be just as happy to remain in this position—wedged between the wolf and the log—to the end of days.
Finally the pair became detached and the wolf stepped back, allowing Davy to slide off the log, his ass cheeks showing the evidence of their recent activity, and collapse in a boneless heap at its base.
Wow, that was intense! the boy declared when he was able to fashion a coherent thought. I know we've not known each other long but, that will definitely be one to remember.
Marrok had collapsed beside him. You've become special to me in the short time you mention, he told Davy. I really wanted you to know how it was with me. I don't think I've told you just how much I love you but I hope what we just did proves it.
And then some, was Davy's response. If you were human and we were back in the real world I would be asking you to marry me. Men could marry men in his old village and Davy assumed it was the same in other parts of the world.
Strange custom, this marriage business you speak of, Marrok replied. If two are accustomed to each other then why this ceremony?
My knowledge of history doesn't go back that far, I'm afraid. Who knows what customs came with the original settlers on this world? Anyway, I guess we should get some sleep, Davy suggested. We've still a ways to go yet. I sure wish we were out of this steaming jungle, he finished.
I wish it too, Marrok said, closing his eyes over Davy's vision.
The pair slept.
Davy dreamed about his mother again. This time she was telling him how to restore Marrok's sight. Then, content that her son understood what she was telling him, she vanished to allow him to get a full night's sleep.
The next morning Davy was awake before Marrok. He remembered his mother's instructions and took one of the fruit they gathered from the vine when he fell ill. However, this time, he had been instructed to pulp the fruit.
In a short while the boy has pulverised the fruit and applied it to Marrok's eyes, instructing him to leave it there. Finally, after the requisite two hour waiting period, the boy led Marrok to the stream and told him to bathe his head in the liquid. Marrok did so and the pulp was washed away.
To the wolf's amazement he found he could see without Davy's vision. Again the wolf danced his canine dance and this time Davy joined him. He had already switched off their connection and, for the first time in ages, they look at the world with happiness in them.
##To be continued##
That's it for Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight will see them leave the jungle after just one more—less deadly, more humorous—encounter and set out across the grassy plain toward the mountains that house the Pool of Life; their goal is almost within reach. However, there are menaces out on this plain that cause them a few problems.
Once again I want to thank everyone who came forward with suggestions for the wolf's name as well as all those who encouraged me to keep going with this story. I'm happy to do so.
One final note: there will be a delay of about a week before the next chapter appears. This is because I have to go into hospital for an operation (it isn't life-threatening) but I will need a few days to recuperate. Hence my saying the chapter will take about a week. Rest assured Chapter Eight will follow in the fullness of time.
EJA
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