This story contains sexual scenes between males of different species.
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Copyright © 2010 EJA
THE WOLF
By
EJA
From Chapter Seventeen:
Finally sated, Django dragged the almost-unconscious Hank down the mountain until he encountered Xxik. Do what you want with him, my friend, the dog told the dragon. I've enjoyed myself. You could, too.
Thanks Django, the dragon replied. He picked the mumbling man up in his talons and soared aloft. He wanted to find a cave so that he could have his way with this instigator of the attack on the plateau.
Unfortunately, this act took him away from the plateau at a vital moment in the battle.
Chapter Eighteen
By the purest of coincidences, one of the dogs spotted his own master approaching relatively close to his own position. The man had been as brutal toward him as he had been toward his own family. Ridding them—and the world—of this monster would make this little adventure worthwhile.
The diminutive Jack Russell moved around the bush, his semi-dark colouring effectively concealing his approach to his intended victim. Instinct told the dog that it would useless to try to attack him from behind—he needed to get in front and rip the man's throat out. This would serve two purposes: one, it would prevent the man crying out and alerting his comrades and, two, with his throat ripped out, he would die quickly and be unable to provide any kind of warning.
The encounter went exactly as the Jack Russell planned it. The man's attention was focussed on the plateau ahead, he was totally ignoring what was at his feet. It was only at the last second that he realised something was very wrong. But by then it was too late.
A quick leap and a snap of the razor-sharp teeth took out his throat and the man was dead before his body struck the leafy floor. Satisfied, the dog left the area; he didn't want to be around should any of his comrades arrive after him.
A short distance away from the Jack Russell's position another dog took a bead on another victim a few steps from where he was concealed. The dog took in the tight ass clothed in figure-hugging britches and he would have smiled if his facial muscles had allowed it. However, he did manage to lick his lips in a lascivious fashion.
Before the man could cry out the dog was upon him, making him drop into a tussock that effectively masked any sound the victim could make. Then the man felt the dog rip away his britches, exposing his well-shaped buns. He gave a gasp of dismay as he realised the dog's intent. He lifted his head and was about to call for help when the dog, some big black brute, plunged his cock unerringly in the man's ass. His cry for help became a yelp of pain as the beast ravished him. The man knew he would get no help from his associates since they were either too far apart or too far away to hear him. Stoically he gave himself up to the beast's painful fucking.
The dog, sensing the man's capitulation, decided it might be in his interest to be gentle. So, instead of tearing his victim a new hole, he deliberately slowed down and gave the man time to become accustomed to his weight and his swollen prick.
After several minutes had elapsed the man's stomach made a gurgling sound and his ass noticeably relaxed. The dog, sensing this was the turning point, began to fuck the man with all the power he had in his muscular hips.
Suddenly the man had a blinding revelation; their invasion of the plateau and the tree was wrong! There was nothing immoral about wanting to be with an animal and mate with them. Although he still didn't know what the dog above him and making such pleasurable inroads into his rump had in store but, given half a chance, he would stake a claim on the powerful beast.
For the next hour the pair copulated on the forest floor. Sometime during the sex the dog managed to turn the man over while his cock was still embedded deep in his rectum. This gave his human lover a chance to wrap his arms and his legs about the dog's torso. He had already cum three times since they began. Now, as his cock was stimulated by the dog's hairy belly, he knew he would soon be bathing it with a great deal more jizz.
Before he knew it the man found himself being kissed by the dog, the animal's tongue sliding into his oral cavity resulting in him being impaled at both ends. Man and animal came to realise their affection for each other during this particular phase of the sex.
Eventually the dog stopped pumping juice into the man and lowered him to the cum-slick floor of the forest. His knot shrank and allowed him to pull out. The man, feeling empty, knew he would need more of the same practically every day. He lay down beside the dog and wrapped his arms around the powerful torso.
Man and dog drifted off to sleep.
Another dog had a different encounter with one of his intended victims. He received a gash from the man's sword that almost severed him in half. Despite the blood and the pain he managed to send the sword's owner into the afterlife. Then he lay down to die. He was found by Xxuk who bore him to the tree where Axel repaired the damage with needle and thread and judicious use of the miraculous fruit.
All around the plateau men were falling victim to the dogs. But some made it through—including Elder Alan. However, less than a dozen emerged from the forest. These were soon put to sleep with Carl's drugged arrows. Then they were taken to the tree and placed in a cave. Xxuk stood guard over them.
Elder Alan, unaware that he was now on his own, made it to the rocks where Davy was concealed. Davy's talons were ready to spill out the life of the villager who has instigated this invasion. But, at the last moment, he remembered Mikey, waiting for his "husband" in the branches of the tree.
He lowered his hand-paws and allowed his victim to climb up onto the plateau.
Davy, as silent as the grave, followed the man who was responsible for many of the bad decisions made in the village.
Seeing no-one about, the big man approached the tree, exercising caution as he moved closer to the gash that, so Hank had told him, was the entrance to the caves below. A dim glow was emanating from the gash; the residents must be in the caves, Elder Alan decided.
Smiling to himself the man moved closer to the gash. He was about to step over a large root when something made him look up. As his head came up a blur dropped from the tree and knocked him to the ground. When he recovered his senses he was amazed to find his "wife" of three years standing over him, menacing him with a wicked-looking knife.
You thought you could just waltz in here and invade the place, didn't you?' the angry young man said as Elder Alan got to his feet. Well, I came here to warn them about your intentions. Only it wasn't necessary; they already knew. Just look around you. Where are the men who accompanied you here, Alan?'
Alan turned his head. The plateau was devoid of life, save one, a hairy creature with his paws filled with wicked-looking talons.
Go on,' this individual said, gesturing pointedly. Get inside. You'll soon see what's become of your men—what's left of them, anyway.'
Elder Alan moved through the gash into the tree. He only recognised one individual, Carl, the black man who had objected to their invasion. He was about to say something but his "wife" prodded his belly, forcing him backwards until he sat down heavily on a more or less flat rock.
`You came to kill us, didn't you?' the wolf-like individual—still menacing him with his talons.
`Not all of you,' he mumbled.
`What? Speak up, I didn't hear you properly,' Davy said.
`I said, "Not all of you",' he replied, raising his voice.
`Oh? Only some, then, right?'
Alan nodded. `Yes.'
Why is that? Of what possible interest could our lives be to such as yourself?' Davy pressed. After all, you're gay, aren't you? There's no need to deny it,' he added when Alan looked up, his mouth open. `After all, I recognised your "wife" virtually from the moment he spoke. That type of relationship...' he got no further.
`Your Davy, Clan's boy!' the village elder said, jumping up.
Mikey moved to him, jabbing his knife painfully, making the big man sit down again.
Yes. I am,' Davy admitted. And this is Marrok, my lover and the father of my pups.' He gestured to his partner who was cradling their offspring in beefy arms.
`In other words you've become a degenerate!' Alan said, angry at seeing the evidence with his own eyes.
Still, it doesn't matter what you think anymore, does it?' This from Marrok, speaking for the first time since they brought their prisoner in. He looked at Davy. What are you thinking of doing with him?' he asked his life-mate.
I'll have to think about that,' Davy said. I've an idea but I'll need to work it out. Meantime, put him in with the rest of his men.'
Xxuk stepped forward and grabbed the big man by his arm. Come on,' he said, pulling him up. I'm sure you'll be glad to see the survivors of your little expedition, won't you?'
Elder Alan failed to answer.
The jubilant group held a celebration. This was tinged with a little sadness since Xxik wasn't with them. Davy filled them in on where their first dragon had got to.
Hank was the one who showed Alan the way to our home,' he told them. Django, there, handed him over to Xxik and he's taken him off to have some kind of physical relationship with him—as Django did, too.' They all laughed at that.
Then they got down to what can only be termed an inter-species orgy.
Hours later they were still indulging in every known vice with the full intent of bringing pleasure to whatever person—man or animal—they were with.
High above the plateau Hank was being ass-fucked for the umpteenth time by the biggest cock in the world—at least that was how it felt to him. Blood had poured from his poor abuse hole the first time the dragon took him. It poured—albeit less—the second and third time the massive golden-scaled beast took him.
Although the blood had stopped it didn't lessen the pain any and the man knew the dragon had ruined him forever. All he wanted now was to be put out of his misery.
Suddenly a message of desperation pierced Xxik's lust-fevered brain. Xxik! We need your help!
What's wrong? he wanted to know.
Elder Alan tricked us! Davy transmitted. He's surrounded our tree with another group of men! And they're armed to the teeth! We need your help!
`Damn,' the dragon cursed. I'm on my way. He yanked his cock out of the semi-comatose Hank. Then lowered his massive maw and snapped the man's neck.
Hank was out of his misery.
Blessed with exceptional vision—another blessing from the Goddess Kupala—the dragon was able to see right down to their plateau.
Davy and the other occupants were being herded toward the plateau's edge by at least a dozen implacable villagers, each one armed with wicked-looking swords.
Take the two wolves,' Elder Alan ordered, gesturing toward Davy and Marrok. The others you can do with as you see fit.'
He made to move when there was a roar of fury from above. He looked skyward and beheld a streaking black shape. `It's another dragon,' he bellowed, turning and heading back into the recently-vacated tree.
The twelve men simply dropped their weapons and headed for the dubious safety of the plateau's edge.
None of them reached it.
The dragon unleashed his deadly flame and burned the men to a crisp. He then settled to the ground and folded his wings along his jet-black body. Seconds later Xxik also emulated him. `Thank you, Xxak,' he said, greeting his oldest brother.
Goddess Kupala prevailed upon me to come to your aid. She knew you were spouting hot air when you said these men's murder spree would head our way, but she also knew that it contained an element of truth, as well. Greetings Davy,' he said. It is Davy, isn't it?'
Davy nodded. `It is. Thank you Xxak. Your intervention couldn't have come at a more opportune moment.' He turned and watched Sabin and Marrok, with Elder Alan gripped firmly between them, leave the tree and approach the two dragons.
Just then there was another flap of wings as the middle brother dropped onto the plateau.
Fuck! There's three of them!' cursed Alan. No wonder we lost!'
I'm wondering if you'll accept this as a token of our gratitude,' Davy said, gesturing at Elder Alan. He's the one responsible for this invasion of us.'
The dragon's grin was positively feral. I'll make his life a misery from this day on, you have my word on that.' He looked at his brothers flanking him. Drop by and say hello on occasion,' he suggested. `I'm gonna miss you guys.'
Both dragons pressed their heads against their brother's own. Then Xxak stepped forward and looked down at the cringing human. A thought occurred to him about then and he raised up and allowed the man a glimpse of what was in store when he got him back to his cavern.
Elder Alan's eyes widened and he bleated, `No! Not that! That thing'll split me in two!'
Xxak extended his claw-like hands and gripped the man's shoulders. Then he soared aloft, taking the screaming Elder with him to begin his life of servitude to the muscular and well-endowed black dragon.
EPILOGUE
Because they had known each other in the village, Mikey and Django decided to stay with the tree community and the pair were soon deeply in love.
The remaining invaders, after the various animals have romped with them—including the dogs who had helped defend the plateau—returned to the village, much sorer but infinitely wiser.
Peace settled over the plateau and the tree. Davy and Marrok became free to raise their pups and the pair settled down to a life of love—as was the case with every single occupant of the tree.
THE END
Well that's the end of this story. What will happen in the future we must leave in the lap of fate—and this storyteller.
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