Three Wild Werewolf Tales (3 page)

Sean didn’t struggle, because so far things were working out well, although he kept an eye on Richard as the other man moved to crouch over him again. “What are you doing?” he asked. He was very aware that his ass was exposed, and expected Richard to force a finger or worse, his dick, inside of him. Sean hoped Richard had the common sense not to use his claws like that.

Richard ran one large hand from Sean’s lower back across his ass down to his right thigh. “You will enjoy this,” he said, and from the corner of his eye, Sean watched as Richard lowered his head again.

He cried out when he felt the wet tongue on his ass, and he squirmed to get away. It felt weird, and Richard’s large hands kept his hips in place and stopped him from moving.

“Lie still,” Richard growled, then lowered his head again. His hands moved to spread Sean’s cheeks, and then Sean felt Richard’s tongue, licking a wet stripe from Sean’s balls to the top of his ass.

Sean whimpered, squirming again, but this time he moved towards Richard. It had felt oddly good, the rasp of wet tongue across that sensitive flesh. “What is – are you – oh God!”

“I’m preparing you,” Richard told him, his tongue once again licking Sean’s hole, making Sean writhe underneath him.

While Sean had never had anyone lick him there, it was more obvious than before that Richard’s tongue was unusually long and broad. Soon, Sean’s hole was slick, fluid dripping down to his thighs, and all Sean could do was tilt his hips and beg for more because fuck, he loved the way Richard’s tongue caressed him there. “Don’t stop,” he moaned.

Richard chuckled, low and smug, and licked Sean again. Richard’s tongue ran across his hole, then circled around it.

Sean whined, helpless as pleasure washed over him. Rimming had never seemed appealing to him, but now that Richard was doing it to him, Sean found himself loving it. It was incredible, the touch of Richard’s tongue, how slick and wet it all felt. The feeling went straight to Sean’s dick. “Fuck, Richard, please!” He was trying to get his knees underneath him so his dick wouldn’t be trapped between his body and the blanket, but his thighs were trembling as Richard licked him thoroughly.

Richard merely growled, and Sean shivered as he felt and heard it. “You’re not ready,” was all the werewolf said, before diving down to lick Sean’’s asshole again.

Sean thought he was more than ready, moaning as Richard’s tongue pressed against his hole and even managed to slip inside. “Please!” he panted. His dick was aching and he needed a reprieve just so he could get up on his hands and knees. He sobbed as Richard’s tongue slid inside, and he wanted more. He needed more.

He heard Richard breathe in. “You need it, don’t you?” Richard murmured, kissing the left of Sean’s cheeks. “So desperate for relief.”

“Fuck me,” Sean said, spreading his thighs further. Richard’s large hands were stroking and caressing his hips and thighs, and when Sean realised that Richard wasn’’t about to start licking him again, he managed to get his knees underneath him properly, and pushed himself up.

Richard was stroking the inside of his thigh, never coming close enough to Sean’s dick. “Look at you, begging for it.”

Sean grit his teeth. He didn’t care he was being a bottom, he had never cared about any of that. All Sean was interested in was finding someone who could give him pleasure as well. “So do it,” he snapped. “Fuck me.”

Richard let out a happy rumble, his hands moving to grab Sean tight.

Sean looked back over his shoulder to see Richard kneel behind him. He shifted to spread his thighs even further. His hole felt so wet, so thoroughly licked, that Sean knew he wouldn’t need lube to take Richard’s dick, even if it was massive. He craned his head, wanting to see. He hadn’t actually seen Richard’s dick since it had been flaccid, and Sean was curious.

“Stay calm,” Richard told him, his right hand moving to stroke Sean’s lower back.

“I am calm,” Sean told himself as much as Richard. He breathed in deep only to let it out again. He knew how to relax before being fucked. “I’m ready.”

Richard’s left hand tightened to spread Sean’s ass. “That’s what you think,” the older man said, diving back in to lick between Sean’s cheeks.

Sean cried out, both from frustration and how good it felt. “Do it,” he said. “Just – I can take it, you can fuck me.”

Richard either hadn’t heard him or ignored him, his long, broad tongue circling Sean’s hole until Sean was moaning and spreading his thighs further.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Please, fuck me.” He needed something inside of him, something more than a tongue.

He gasped when Richard pushed his tongue inside again, a teasing hint of how good a hard dick could be, and Sean arched his back into it.

“Richard!” he managed, more a choked sob than words.

“You taste so good,” Richard told him, as Sean was catching his breath. He stroked Sean’s sides, large hands caressing Sean until he calmed down a little. “So eager for it, aren’t you? So willing to be fucked.”

Sean wasn’t surprised when Richard sniffed him again. “I’m ready, seriously,” he said, his arms trembling as his hands were gripping the blanket underneath him. He could feel something wet drip down his thigh again, proof of how thoroughly Richard had licked him open. How much more would he have to take? How much more teasing could he stand? His dick was hard and aching, and Sean suspected that, given enough time, Richard could make him come by simply licking and pleasuring his hole. He kept that thought to himself, not wanting to give Richard more ideas.

“Yeah, you are,” Richard told him, swiping his long tongue up one last time.

Sean’s grip on the blankets underneath him tightened, prepared for pain, but the other man’s dick slipped in quite easily. It felt different from Charlie’s, not quite as hard. Panting, he looked over his shoulder. He saw Richard look down, focused completely on sliding in deeper, but Sean could see enough of Richard’s dick to know it wasn’t hard, not entirely, and that there was a weird bulge at just above the base.

Richard finally looked at Sean. “It’s easier this way,” he said.

Sean nodded, part of him too relieved at finally having a dick up his ass after all the preparation to complain. Richard had to be pretty damn worried about Sean’s ability to take his dick if he was going in half-hard. It was frustrating to feel Richard’s dick slide in deeper, because while it barely hurt, it didn’t feel good either.

Richard grunted happily when he was fully inside, his balls hot against Sean’s ass. “Finally.” His right hand was stroking Sean’s lower back, the left was resting on Sean’s hip.

The weird bulge he had noticed earlier was now inside of him, and Sean wasn’t sure what to make of it. He hadn’t seen anything like that on anyone else’s penis. Was it a werewolf thing?

Slowly Richard began to thrust, and his dick became harder inside of Sean. “Oh yes,” he muttered.

Sean’s eyes were widening, because he had never felt this before. He could actually feel Richard’s dick grow, and it moved deeper with every shallow thrust. The bulge at the base was growing most of all, pressing against his insides until it became almost painful. “What – what’s that?” Sean asked, worried.

“Knot,” Richard grunted, still thrusting shallowly.

Now that Richard’s dick was hard, it finally felt good to be fucked by him, but Sean was too busy worrying about the knot. It was still growing and it definitely hurt now. He moved forward as Richard moved back, and screamed in pain. The bulge was too big for his hole, it would tear him open if he tried to move further. “The fuck?” he yelled.

Richard actually laughed. “Told you, knot.” Now the shallow thrusts made sense, Richard had known all along.

He let out a soft whine. “Why?” he asked, panting and moaned when Richard’s dick brushed his prostate on the next thrust.

“Werewolf,” Richard replied, as if that was obvious. “Means I can’t pull out until it’s gone down again.”

Sean whimpered at the feeling of the knot moving inside of him. “How long?”

“Could be thirty minutes, could be an hour.”

“Fuck,” he managed, closing his eyes. Was he gonna get fucked for that long? Would Richard stay hard the entire time? The thought sent a spike of arousal through him. He groaned, his hips pushing back against Richard automatically for more. He wanted a long, deep stroke. He wanted Richard to pull out almost entirely only to slam back in hard. The shallow thrusts were driving him crazy, the knot nearly brushing his prostate, and his fingers were digging into the blanket underneath. “Fucking hell.”

Richard shifted, moving forward to rest his hands close to Sean’s, his heaving chest against Sean’s back. He nuzzled Sean’s neck again, nose in Sean’’s hair, and inhaling. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice rough. “Getting fucked that long, unable to get away.”

“Yes,” he admitted, cheeks turning even redder. The shallow thrusts had him on edge already, but they weren’t enough to send him over it, and he sobbed.

Once again, Richard’s teeth were grazing the back of his neck, making Sean shiver. “You like that too,” Richard said, tongue coming out to lick him.

Sean could only moan. “Please, I need more, need it harder, deeper,” he begged, bucking up against Richard and pushing up with his shoulders in his frustration.

Richard’s teeth dug into his skin, and he growled a warning.

He shuddered, and kept still. It was difficult with his trembling arms, but finally Richard released him. “I want to come,” Sean pleaded. He was still on edge, still driven crazy by the shallow thrusts.

“Ssh,” Richard murmured, and lifted his right hand off the blanket and placed it on Sean’s thigh, stroking him.

He whimpered softly when Richard’s hand moved up his thigh and towards his aching dick. “Be careful,” he managed, thinking of the claws.

Richard chuckled, his breath hot across Sean’s shoulder. He wrapped his hand around Sean’s dick, and tugged once.

Sean moaned, his hips fucking into Richard’s grip. His hand was rougher than Sean’s and bigger, and he loved it. “Yes,” he hissed as Richard moved his fist in a tight rhythm, long strokes from base to head. “Fuck yes.” It felt so good, the double sensation of being fucked and jerked off, that Sean was coming hard within seconds, groaning and gasping as his come landed on the bed in spurts. Even through the hazy pleasure of his orgasm Sean winced as his body clenched around the big knot.

Richard inhaled sharply and as he let go of Sean’s dick, his hips moved faster, sharper as he kept fucking Sean.

Every thrust sent an aftershock of pleasure through Sean, making him whine and pant. He hoped Richard was gonna come soon, because being fucked was almost too much now.

Richard was grunting into Sean’s ear now, low and harsh, the hand that had been around Sean’s dick now on Sean’s hip to push him up against Richard’’s thrusts. “Nearly there, nearly –” Richard let out a low growl as he came, filling Sean’s hole.

Sean shivered at the feeling of Richard’s come inside of him and the way his dick jerked, so strange and good at the same time. He tried to lie down, but couldn’t move because of the swollen knot.

Richard realised what he wanted, and wrapped one arm around Sean as he lay down on his side. “Better?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” Sean replied, breathing heavily. Moving like that had been painful, as Richard’s thick dick kept brushing the parts of Sean that were now so sensitive. Now that they had settled, Sean sagged against Richard. One of his arms stretched out on the blanket, with the other hand he reached back to stroke Richard’s skin.

Richard’s arm was around Sean, heavy and secure. “I’ll give you a few minutes before I start fucking you again.”

“Again?” Sean asked, although his limp dick twitched with interest.

“What else am I going to do with my dick up your ass?” Richard nipped at Sean’s shoulder, his hand moving to stroke Sean’’s stomach. “And such a nice, tight ass too.”

Sean shifted to get more comfortable, hissing at the rub of the knot inside. “Tell me about it.”

“It’ll feel better in a minute,” Richard promised.

Sean closed his eyes. While part of him wanted to sleep, another part was eager to be fucked again, knot and all. He had never felt anything like it before.

Richard thrust into him. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I wasn’t!” Sean cried out. “You said this could last half an hour?””

“Or longer.”

Sean stared at the wall and groaned. His body was slowly getting used to the knot now that he wasn’t moving, it didn’t feel as big and full as it had at first. But he knew that no matter how well his body was adapting, the knot wasn’t going anywhere. He was stuck, unable to resist if Richard decided to fuck him a second time. Knowing how powerless he was made his dick harden.

Richard noticed it too, and thrust into Sean again. “I’ve waited long enough.”

He gasped when Richard continued to thrust in and out of him, his ass still way too sensitive. Pain and pleasure were mixed and Sean didn’t want it to stop. “Yes,” he panted. “Again, fuck me again.”

Richard growled, pulling Sean tight against him. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

He nodded, his hand pushing down on Richard’s side to urge him on. “Yeah.” He hadn’t expected being fucked by Richard was going to get this rough, but if round two felt anywhere near as good as round one, he wouldn’t complain. “I just wish, mm, I just wish you could pull out and slam back in again, y’know?”