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Why did Chuuya not listen!?
He should have known better! He should have paid attention when he was told to stay out of the forest!
But no. It’s well known that for a lamb, Chuuya isn’t much of a follower, but fuck he wishes he’d taken the advice to heart.
Sharp clawed fingers wrap around his throat, where he’s been painfully forced to the ground, and hot, wet breath washes over the side of his face.
Dog.
Or, more accurately-- Wolf.
The only thing worse than a fucking dog. At least dogs have manners!
And this wolf seems very intent on slobbering all over Chuuya’s face, and he does not appreciate that! Chuuya just wanted a nice day out in the woods, he didn’t sign up to get breathed on by a wolf!
Though the slobbering seems to be the least of his issues.
“What a cutie,” the wolf rumbles against his ear. Sniffing at his hair-- ew!-- and nosing at his cheek. “I think I might just keep you, little lamb.”
“Let me go!” he wriggles defiantly, freeing an arm to beat at the wolfs shoulder. “Bad dog! Down! Leave me alone!”
The wolf is not happy with this, and he’s quick to grab both of Chuuya’s wrists in a bruising grip. Pushing them high above his head until his back is stretch taut, trying to lesson the stretch. “Rude little lamb, someone really ought to teach you some manners,” he grunts, dark eyes shining behind scruffy brown hair.
He sits up, keeping Chuuya firmly in place with one hand, while the other drags a sharp talon down Chuuya’s chest. Forcefully popping the buttons on his robe and shirt.
But Chuuya is too focused on his face.
Are all wolves this attractive? Chuuya’s always been told to be wary of wolves, so he’s never seen one up close.
His jawline is exquisite, and his fluffy ears look so soft-- Chuuya wants to reach up and pet them, if his ears are that soft, Chuuya kinda wants to see his tail!
The sharp curve of his lips is hot enough to have Chuuya squirming uncomfortably in his underwear-- wait, when did his panties get so wet!?-- and of course, the movement doesn’t go unnoticed, the wolf smirks down at him, pointed fangs poking out dangerously.
“Oh? What’s this, little lamb? Not disgusted by little old me?”
“I have a name, you know!”
“Do tell me,” the wolf growls lowly, leaning back down into Chuuya’s space with his hot breath.
“It’s Chuuya,” he replies as calmly as he can-- he actually thinks he’s handling this quite well, thank you very much, besides the glaringly obvious, and very much stupid, attraction to this… mutt.
The wolf laughs, and licks Chuuya’s cheek, leaving behind long stripe of wet saliva. Chuuya thrashes his head around, grimacing at the feeling. “Well Chuuya,” he murmurs, “I’m Dazai, it’s a pleasure. Now, spread your legs and let me fuck you.”
“You will be doing no such thing!” Chuuya hisses, trying (in vain) to yank his wrists out of the wolfs grasp. Nothing he does makes any difference, and for all his scrabbling and kicking, Dazai does not budge. His eyes follow every little movement Chuuya makes, and his tongue flicks across his fangs-- that’s not fair! Why is that so hot?
“Are you done?” Dazai asks, boredom lacing his voice and a sneer on his lips. “Or are you going to keep throwing your little tantrum?”
“Will you let me go?” he asks in a small voice. Trying to make himself seem as meek as possible in the hopes that the wolf was after a fight.
Of course, it has the opposite affect. Dazai ‘aww’s at him, and covers Chuuya’s body with his own. “No, little lamb.”
“Please?” Chuuya begs, looking up at Dazai with wide eyes. This is his only shot.
The wolf rumbles with a laugh, as he coos at Chuuya. Sharp fangs nipping at his earlobe. “No. You should never have come to these woods, sweetheart. I let you pass the first few times, but this is my territory. You are a trespasser.” Dazai nips at him again, this time just underneath his jaw. “You’re lucky your cute, otherwise I would have killed you already.”
Chuuya sniffles, trying one last time to tug his hands away from the wolf. “You’re not going to kill me?” he whispers-- maybe there’s hope for him yet.
“Oh, no.” Dazai’s long tongue laps across his throat, his fangs scratching the skin with each movement-- it feels purposeful. Like he’s going to sink them in and eat Chuuya whole. “No little lamb, I won’t kill you. I told you already, I’m gonna fuck you stupid,” he growls. “I’m going to put a pup in you, and then I’m going to keep you.”
Chuuya can’t help but feel his heart beating in his core. Painfully wet and clenching around nothing at the wolf’s words alone.
And while the thought of being ‘fucked stupid’ does sound a little appealing, he does not want to be pregnant! And certainly not with a wolf pup! Chuuya hasn’t even had his first kiss!
Dazai can clearly sense his distaste for the situation, and takes the opportunity to suck at the side of Chuuya’s throat, right over his pulse. He must feel it jump, under his skin. “Don’t worry little lamb, I’m sure you’ll love it.”
Before Chuuya can complain again, his mouth his invaded by the wolfs tongue. Poking and prodding at his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Fangs biting at Chuuya’s lips until they’re sore and stinging.
It’s so messy and wet and fuck does it feel good. Chuuya doesn’t want it to, but it does. And he swears he’s about to soak through his underwear and tights. Despite his hesitation, Chuuya finds himself kissing back, meeting Dazai’s tongue halfway and moaning quietly into the wolfs mouth.
Chuuya can feel him grin triumphantly into the kiss, and he gets a little of his own payback by sinking his own (admittedly) tiny fangs into the wolfs bottom lip.
The snarl of pain he receives from Dazai is worth it, but the bite he gets back isn’t. The metallic taste of blood mixes unpleasantly into the kiss when Dazai tears at his lip with piercing fangs.
Maybe he shouldn’t do that again! Chuuya does want to get out of this in one piece… if possible. If he’s sweet and easy, Dazai might give him an opportunity to escape, Chuuya thinks. Yeah! That’s a good idea!
He tries to relax into the feeling of such an imposing presence dominating him in a kiss, but it’s difficult to ignore the clashing feelings of arousal and disgust. Especially when the wolfs hand begins trailing down his body, under his robe and over the fabric of his dress.
He moves from Chuuya’s mouth, choosing to maul his neck and throat like the wild animal he most certainly is, while his hand pushes up Chuuya’s skirt. Hiking it around his hips and ignoring the lambs indignant cries.
There’s a sharp tear as the wolf uses his claws to rip Chuuya’s tights to shreds. Tugging at the remaining pieces to get them off of his legs.
“Don’t destroy my clothes!” he can’t help by cry out. “At least take them off properly!”
“Fine,” Dazai grunts, reluctantly dragging Chuuya’s panties off without tearing them. “Is that better princess.”
“Yes,” Chuuya huffs uncomfortably, feeling the wolfs prying eyes across his body. It’s humiliating! He already knows how wet he is, he doesn’t need this mutt to point it out.
He coos anyway, enjoying Chuuya’s visible discomfort, “Look at you. So wet, weren’t you against this, little lamb?”
Chuuya glares at him, and the wolf laughs in response. And then, he’s releasing Chuuya’s wrists.
He thinks he’s free, he think he can finally try and escape, and then there’s a large tongue, forcing its way between his folds and inside his cunt.
Chuuya yelps, hands flying to Dazai’s hair, grabbing at the brown strands painfully tight in surprise. From behind the wolf, Chuuya can see his tail wagging happily, swaying from side to side with each lap. The wolf doesn’t seem to want to waste anytime, and he’s quick to move both hands and wrap them around Chuuya’s thighs, dragging the lamb closer, until his nose brushes against Chuuya’s clit with each thrust and curl of his tongue.
Chuuya has to admit though, this feels like heaven.
All of those nights, dreaming of what it would be like to have someone else touch him-- having to pretend his own fingers where something else, something longer or thicker-- and yet nothing compares to this. He thinks he’s going to lose his mind.
And then Dazai starts sucking on his clit, and Chuuya is hit with the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had.
His back arches, eyes rolling back into his head as he tryies to push away from the wolf, who just keeps going, licking and slurping at Chuuya’s pussy, forcing him into another orgasm alongside oversensitivity. He doesn’t give Chuuya any room to breath or take a break, diving back in to eat Chuuya out like he’s starving without a care in the world. All the lamb can do is hang on for dear life. Fingers tangling in Dazai’s hair as he floats through the pleasure, nails scratching at the wolf’s ears in subconscious encouragement.
Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
And with that Dazai leaves him dangling at the edge of another orgasm, sitting back from Chuuya on his knees as he wipes his mouth. Tongue licking the slick off of his lips.
“See,” he grins, “Told you you’d love it, sweetheart.”
Chuuya huffs, looking to the side like it’ll save him the embarrassment.
Nothing will though. And the wolf eagerly grabs at the hem of his own pants, shoving them haphazardly down his thighs, taking his thick cock out.
Chuuya thinks he whimpers at the sight alone.
There is no way that thing is going to fit inside him.
It’s huge, and wide and it’s going to split him in half.
Chuuya looks at Dazai in horror, only to find the wolf licking his lips, jerking his fist over himself with quick flicks of his wrist. He doesn’t hesitate for a second before he’s forcing Chuuya’s quivering thighs apart even wider, and pressing the tip of his dick to the lambs entrance.
“Wait! Wait wait--” Chuuya flails, his hands only able to reach the wolfs fluffy ears. He feels bad tugging on them, but they twitch agitated under his hands and it’s clear it’s the only way to make him listen to Chuuya.
“What,” he snarls. Slapping Chuuya’s hands away from his ears.
“Just—” the lamb flushes as the wolf’s dark eyes seem to bore into him. “Please be gentle.”
Dazai appears taken aback by the request for a moment, before he grins, all sharp fangs and teeth flashing in the low light. “Oh, are you a virgin, little lamb? That makes this so much better. I promise I’ll be careful.”
Chuuya doesn’t quite believe him.
He was right not to.
The wolf doesn’t give him time to argue before he slams his hips forward. Forcing the entire length of his cock inside the lamb all at once, without pause.
Chuuya chokes on a sob, feeling himself tear with the sudden pressure-- even as wet as he was Dazai is too big-- and the wolf groans in bliss, “Fuck you’re tight. You weren’t lying.”
He’s given up pretending he’s going to be ‘careful’ Chuuya notes sourly, when he begins to pull back, only to do the same again and again. Building up a punishing rhythm that forces the lamb back and forth as he’s filled over and over. Pulling out until the just the tip sits in Chuuya’s entrance, and he has a brief reprieve from the painful stretch, before he slams back inside.
Eventually the stinging pain that the first forceful thrust forwards caused, dissipates into something teetering on the edge of pleasure. His hands drop to his stomach, pressing at the distended bulge created with each rock back inside him with a distressed whine. Chuuya can still feel the tears rolling down his cheeks, and they only continue as things begin to feel hotter, and tighter. As he’s brought to another orgasm just from the penetration alone.
The wolf doesn’t stop, even as Chuuya shakes around his cock, convulsing with the waves of pleasure.
Then Chuuya feels it-- feels his pussy being stretched even wider-- he thinks the wolf has slipped his fingers inside him too, but he hasn’t. Both of Dazai’s hands are still wrapped securely around his thighs.
So what is--
Chuuya breath hitches as something pops, and is forced inside him, stretching him uncomfortably wide as the wolf comes. Filling him up until it feels like he’s going to burst. It’s uncomfortable and the wolf rests his forehead against the lambs chest heavily as he pants. “Oh, I’m definitely keeping you,” he murmurs.
“Get off of me!” Chuuya whines, fists banging against Dazai’s back.
“No can do, sweetheart. Wait for my knot to go down-- and then I’ll fuck you again.”
“No! You’ve had your fun, let me go now!”
“Even if I wanted to, I can’t,” he growls, “So don’t throw another tantrum.”
Is that what’s stretching him so painfully then? The wolfs knot? He’s never heard of that before, sheep don’t have knots. He’s sure that if he wanted this, it might be a nice feeling, but it’s uncomfortable and he wants to go home!
Chuuya huffs impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest like he can speed up the process just by being annoyed at the wolf.
“Ugh,” the wolf groans from his place resting on top of Chuuya. “I need to piss.”
Dread fills his stomach. “Wait until your knot goes down then!”
“Nah, I don’t think I will,” Dazai grins, sitting up straighter as he can continue to loom over the lamb. “You know, us wolves mark our territory with our piss? How about I mark you, little lamb”
“That sounds disgusting! Don’t you dare!” But Chuuya’s shouts fall on deaf ears as a large hand lands on his lower stomach. Holding him down with a press against the bloated bulge of the wolf cock and come, still lodged inside him.
“Hold still,” Dazai grunts, a cocky smile on his lips because he knows Chuuya can’t stop him-- he hates it!-- and then he makes good on his promise.
The wolf groans in relief as he empties his bladder. Adding hot piss to the come inside Chuuya. The pressure begins to border on painful when he doesn’t stop, and it doesn’t help the pressure he puts on Chuuya’s stomach from the outside. Pressing down as he continues to piss inside the lamb.
Chuuya hates it! He regrets ever thinking that letting the wolf have his way was a good idea!
And then suddenly, the pressure melts away. Chuuya sighs in relief as he’s emptied, and he doesn’t care enough to consider why. It’s so nice having all of that pressure melt away.
The wolf’s knot must have gone down. Letting the mix of come and urine spill freely out of Chuuya’s cunt, almost certainly staining the fabric of the dress that was underneath him. He doesn’t even want to look down-- knowing what sort of a mess he is because of this wolf is one thing, he does not need to see it.
He shakes with silent sobs as Dazai moves. Standing up and stretching.
This would be the perfect opportunity to try and run away if Chuuya wasn’t so thoroughly humiliated and numb.
How can he return to his sheep looking like this!?
“It’s okay little lamb, don’t cry,” the wolf whispers into his hair as he’s lifted off of the forest floor. “I’ll keep you nice and safe.”
Chuuya just cries harder.