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monsterfucking, meet-awkward, animal learns human world, fluff, miscommunication, possessive behavior, major character injury, angst with comfort
There was something familiar about the trees, the way they stood high and sturdy in the soft wind. It held power and dominion over the forest--without them it would simply cease to exist. They were like a wall around reality, allowing you to enter and get lost in a place where time has no meaning; life itself is lived in the moment, and every action is made with instinct. The wind moves smoothly through Casin's dusky coat, the speckles of red ever so slightly catching the glint of the sunlight looking like stars in the night sky.
A hop over a fallen tree, crossing the small river, wet paws and all--despite other wolvesโ general preference of staying bone dry. Casin comes to a slow halt, head tilting up, snout sniffing the air and large ears pointed straight up, listening and waiting for prey. He likes to follow the same path every day, since making this place home he's had success nearly every day--and today would be no different-- the small, light unmistakable steps of food, of prey, of something delicious for lunch. He's quick to begin trotting once more, steps just light enough to be unheard yet moving far quicker than any human ever could.
He swiftly gallops beneath the cover of thick bushes, ears still high and alert of every sound within 10 miles of himself. The prey was close--a deer maybe? a very light deer? Or maybe an extremely large rabbit...โCasin doesn't care as long as it's edible. Right on its tail and close to a delicious meal, an unfamiliar noise catches Casin so off guard, his left paw slips on the grass, and he stumbles right into a tree. He hears the prey quickly scurry away at the loud noise followed by a few gasps and curses, and more importantly, what distracted Cole in the first place.
"What the hell was that?" The deep voice calls out, a noise so foreign to Casin he suddenly feels an unfamiliar lump in his body.
With a soft grunt, he gets back up on four paws and quickly shakes off the pieces of twigs caught in dense fur.
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The noise straight to Casin's dick, growling softly against the wet cunt, his tongue sliding up to the small cock now red and puffy. Casin's tongue wraps around its length slowly starting to jerk, in return his lover's hips buck up into his mouth, desperate for the friction.
"Ah.. Casin... Casin, fuck..feeelssoo goood."
Pulling away with a string of saliva keeping the two connected, Casin slides his tongue down to the leaking hole, sliding it all the way--tasting the pure essence of Lucian. Immediately, they chokes on his saliva and throws their head back in pleasure, a loud moan escaping deep from inside. "AHHHhh!! CASIN!! Fffuckk!" they moan mindlessly.
The squeezing around his tongue spurs Casin on further, getting a better grip on his lovers thighs before bobbing his head up and down, fucking his large tongue into the sloppy cunt. As much as the taste and delicious noises made by Lucian fill Casin's chest with pride, all he can think about is getting the warm heat around his knot.
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Epilogue ๐งโโ๏ธ
Through the millions of natural disasters to hit Earth, species roaming have found ways to adapt to the new environment. From a land of ice to one separated by a large sea, adaptation is the key to survival and those that fail to adapt perish. There is more death on Earth than there is life, centuries of it hidden beneath the soil; death is the foundation of the life we live, for if there were not death life would no longer hold meaning. The beauty of life is learning to live it before the clock strikes midnight and darkness absorbs all semblance of normalcy once known. Death is never the endโonly the beginning, returning to the darkness within the womb. Death delivers disasters to will away the mistreatment done by Humans, ensuring numbers return to a habitable state.
Disease, earthquake, famine, flood, plague, tsunami; Humans for centuries have endured death in thousands, millions even, yet has there been such an event where billions of lives have been lost? One canโt entirely begin to understand if it were the karma of man, having built up over hundreds of years, exploding by chance or by the misfortune of one hopeless scientist, yearning for recognition of his unreal brilliance. Had he not tried to bend the rules of biochemistry, maybe the Earth would have had mercy on Humans, given them another chance at redemption.
But playing by the edge meansโeventuallyโ youโre bound to fall; deep into the ravine of Man-kinds worst epidemic to ever reach the thick pages of history books. One decision can change the course of humanity for decades to come, centuries even, to return to a normalcy that may never again exist. When death on Earth begins to roam freely, decomposed bodies ruling the streets of once populous places, the wretched smell of corrosion remains a constant reminder of the new reality. A world once corrupt will always be corrupt, only until the cessation of Man, will there ever be peace again.
monsterfucking, meet-awkward, animal learns human world, fluff, miscommunication, possessive behavior, major character injury, angst with comfort
There was something familiar about the trees, the way they stood high and sturdy in the soft wind. It held power and dominion over the forest--without them it would simply cease to exist. They were like a wall around reality, allowing you to enter and get lost in a place where time has no meaning; life itself is lived in the moment, and every action is made with instinct. The wind moves smoothly through Casin's dusky coat, the speckles of red ever so slightly catching the glint of the sunlight looking like stars in the night sky.
A hop over a fallen tree, crossing the small river, wet paws and all--despite other wolvesโ general preference of staying bone dry. Casin comes to a slow halt, head tilting up, snout sniffing the air and large ears pointed straight up, listening and waiting for prey. He likes to follow the same path every day, since making this place home he's had success nearly every day--and today would be no different-- the small, light unmistakable steps of food, of prey, of something delicious for lunch. He's quick to begin trotting once more, steps just light enough to be unheard yet moving far quicker than any human ever could.
He swiftly gallops beneath the cover of thick bushes, ears still high and alert of every sound within 10 miles of himself. The prey was close--a deer maybe? a very light deer? Or maybe an extremely large rabbit...โCasin doesn't care as long as it's edible. Right on its tail and close to a delicious meal, an unfamiliar noise catches Casin so off guard, his left paw slips on the grass, and he stumbles right into a tree. He hears the prey quickly scurry away at the loud noise followed by a few gasps and curses, and more importantly, what distracted Cole in the first place.
"What the hell was that?" The deep voice calls out, a noise so foreign to Casin he suddenly feels an unfamiliar lump in his body.
With a soft grunt, he gets back up on four paws and quickly shakes off the pieces of twigs caught in dense fur.
๏ฝกkeep reading for nsfw๏พ+.แฆ(ใโก โแทแทแฆ)
The noise straight to Casin's dick, growling softly against the wet cunt, his tongue sliding up to the small cock now red and puffy. Casin's tongue wraps around its length slowly starting to jerk, in return his lover's hips buck up into his mouth, desperate for the friction.
"Ah.. Casin... Casin, fuck..feeelssoo goood."
Pulling away with a string of saliva keeping the two connected, Casin slides his tongue down to the leaking hole, sliding it all the way--tasting the pure essence of Lucian. Immediately, they chokes on his saliva and throws their head back in pleasure, a loud moan escaping deep from inside. "AHHHhh!! CASIN!! Fffuckk!" they moan mindlessly.
The squeezing around his tongue spurs Casin on further, getting a better grip on his lovers thighs before bobbing his head up and down, fucking his large tongue into the sloppy cunt. As much as the taste and delicious noises made by Lucian fill Casin's chest with pride, all he can think about is getting the warm heat around his knot.
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