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 Seven:
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.
Chapter Eight
Marrok looked at Davy with desire and relief in his eyes and his lover returned the look. Can we...? He was unable to finish the sentence.
Yes please, Davy replied, divining the unasked question. I need to feel you in there, he added.
Thank you, my love, Marrok said, happiness uppermost in his mind--as well as rampant desire.
Davy went down on all fours and the wolf moved in behind him. Marrok extended his tongue and began licking between the raised butt cheeks. This elicited a moan from the boy; he pushed back against the ravaging muzzle and hoarsely encouraged the wolf on.
Soon the wolf's tongue had found its favourite target: Davy's anal hole. It swiftly entered to make its way into the panting youth's chasm; Davy encouraged Marrok to explore away to his heart's content.
Davy looked over his shoulder and saw the raging hard-on that the wolf possessed, taking in its full length and thickness. His ass twitched at the though of getting that back where it belonged.
Marrok was busy laving the boy's anus with his saliva-coated tongue but this was to be short-lived. Having decided that his lover's ass had received enough lubricant the wolf lifted his head and moved into position over the top of the waiting boy. His cock unerringly found the hole--after all this time it was understandable--and he began to exert pressure, working the head in as Davy's face became contorted.
The boy whimpered, then gave a yell that quickly degenerated into a moan as the wolf kept applying pressure, inching the throbbing pole into his lover's darkness, his narrow, fiery rectum.
Tears were leaking from Davy's eyes as his ass readjusted to his lover's flesh once more; his cock hard as iron.
Marrok, lost in an erotic haze, kept up the steady pressure, pushing his heated pole into the boy, removing any form of resistance to his hardness. But then, when neither actually expected it, the friction lessened as the hole learned that the wolf's cock wasn't about to leave. Seconds later Marrok bottomed out, his large balls coming into contact with Davy's ass.
Now was the time; the wolf pulled out, then, without waiting, thrust back in. Marrok repeated the procedure, establishing a rhythm and making Davy squirt on the ground beneath them. The wolf, having worked his body into a regular in-out thrusting, felt the boy's ass-muscles contract. He continued to make long, slow strokes, concentrating on feeling the heated passage and tight rectum stroke his dick. He continued this over and over; withdrawing almost until contact would be lost then plunging back in again.
After going at his lover's ass like this for a while, the wolf's speed began to increase, getting faster and faster until he was fucking Davy with a fury, pounding the boy's ass and almost lifting him off the soft ground below them.
Eventually Marrok's knot began to form and locked the pair into the mating position. The wolf held still after giving one last thrust that made Davy gasp as the large ball-like protrusion encountered his prostate. Then the wolf began the long drawn-out procedure of transferring his ball juice to his willing partner's bowels.
Feeling the hot log delivering its payload Davy gave another gasp as his well-filled hole began to fill up with what had become as essential to him as breathing.
The wolf pumped cum into Davy's ass continuously for more than a half-hour until it was finally over. Marrok's knot began to shrink and they were able to disengage. Exhausted the pair sank down to the soft earth. Both fell into a deep refreshing sleep.
When they awoke to a new day Davy and Marrok moved into the stream and washed their bodies. On stepping out the boy didn't bother to dry himself as he knew the heat of the jungle would accomplish that for him. Marrok simply shook himself violently, sending water droplets in every direction and this accomplished the same thing.
How about I climb up a tree and see how much further we've got to go? Davy suggested on hearing Marrok wonder the same thing.
Just go carefully, Marrok cautioned.
The boy grasped a low branch and hauled himself upward with an agility that he had learned over these many days in the jungle. Soon he was speeding toward the top of the tree.
Davy never did find out how much further the jungle extended. Instead he found an ape. Or rather, the ape found him.
Working his way through a particularly dense part of the tree he rounded the bole and the huge creature startled him with an intense growl. Shocked almost out of his mind, Davy let go of the branch he was holding and his feet slipped. With a yell his body fell through the foliage until finally he came into contact with a soft bed of thick moss that surrounded his choice of ascent.
Are you okay? Marrok asked, looking concerned at the slightly stunned boy.
Davy felt his body. Everything seemed to be in the right place and, apart from a blinding headache, all was well. At least that was his considered opinion. I think so, he told the wolf.
He went on to explain about why he fell and the pair looked up just as the ape jumped down and landed in front of them. The hirsute tree-dweller surveyed the pair before beating his chest violently. But then his expression turned to distaste and he immediately broke wind.
This in itself wouldn't have been too bad--the pair were upwind of him--but the consequences for the ape was worst. As he expelled the air from his anus it was accompanied by a lance of flame that burned away most of the foliage around the base of the tree and left the tree scorched.
My word, that's an unusual talent, was Marrok's laconic observation.
Believe me, it's a "talent" I could well do without, the ape told them in their usual method of "talking." Just imagine what it's doing to my fur, he added, turning.
Wolf and boy looked and a patch of pink skin was visible around the ape's bunghole.
Don't point that thing in our direction! was Davy's advice. Then, curious, How did you manage to get that way?
I tried some berries that I had never found before, the ape explained, and this is the result.
It was at that moment that Davy had an idea. He took another of their fruit off the vine around Marrok's neck and handed it to the ape. Try that, he suggested after a glance at the wolf. We've found that fruit has medicinal properties. It could help cure you of the problem.
I'll try anything, the ape said, biting into the juicy fruit. It'll take weeks for the hair to grow back! He savoured the delicious fruit. Hmm, tasty, was his opinion. Soon all evidence of the fruit was gone.
Then strange noises began coming from his stomach before he let rip with another round of flatulence. However, nothing else was forthcoming and the beast's eyes lit up. He ambled over to the smiling boy and patted him on the shoulder. Thank you, my young friend. This has been the best day in weeks! Then, without further ado, he leapt up the tree but paused on the lowest branch. I forgot. You're looking to know how far it is to the edge of the jungle, right? At both their nods he continued, pointing. Keep going straight and you should be out by mid-afternoon. Then he was gone, disappearing into the foliage.
Davy looked at Marrok and the wolf suggested the boy climb on his back as they were so close.
For the next couple of hours the pair moved steadily through the foliage and, well before mid-afternoon, they left the jungle environment and were confronted by a vast plain of undulating grass.
The mountains, without the concealment of the jungle, looked to be further away. This is our last obstacle before we reach the Pool of Life, Marrok explained, but we must be cautious.
Why? Davy asked him.
There are as many dangers on this plain than in the whole area we've covered since we left The Tree. That, coupled with the fact that many of the creatures who roam this land have sharp eyes, makes this the most dangerous leg of our journey.
That's all I need, Davy said, something else to worry about. He gazed at the mountains in the distance. Well, we're not going to accomplish anything by standing here. We should get going.
I couldn't agree more, was the wolf's reply and so, with the boy still on his back, he set out on the last part of their long journey.
##To be continued##
A slightly shorter chapter this time but, since I've been in hospital, I wanted to get the next one to you as soon as possible. Future chapters will, I assure you, be more substantial.
So that's it for Chapter Eight. Chapters Nine and Ten will appear in the fullness of time and both will be filled with danger. However, by the end, the pair will have made a new ally who will enable them to bring their quest to a far speedier conclusion.
Let me know what you think.
EJA
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