Wolf Instincts
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,592
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 4: Elliot what the matter?: Closer than close
Wolf Instincts
Chapter 4: Elliot what the matter?: Closer than close
Elliot let his body relax as a strong hand held the back of his head firmly.
"Please...no more," pleaded Elliot. He and his chieftain had been going at it for hours. He thrusted into Elliot with enough power to send him flying, and Elliot tried his hardest to not scream aloud.
"You are mine!" screamed his chieftain, thrusting again, sending several beads of sweat from both their bodies flying. He reached around Elliot and grabbed hold of his cock, squeezing and jerking him until small clear droplets seeped from the peefectly mushroomed head. Elliot cried out holding onto the wall to keep from tumbling over head first.
" I'm going to leave you with everything I've got." whispered the chief, leaning back on his heels. He got a firm grip on Elliot's backside and thrusted one last time sending them both over the edge. The chief pulled out, his still hard cock bouncing against his thighs. Elliot still couldn't believe something that large could fit inside him.
"Never forget who you belong to," said the chief standing up. He gave his hard member one last stroke releasing what was left of the gooey white substance inside. Elliot tried to gather himself.
"Yes chief. I'm yours." he said lowly. He covered himself with his hands and went to clean off in the river.
He had always felt humiliated when he and his chief had sex even when he had wanted it. It almost made him angry that the chief challenged him into the pack only because he wanted to fuck him, not because he was strong or courageous. Not because his father was a great hunter.
Elliot dipped his toes in the cool water first before diving in head first. He loved the way the cool water refreshed his burning flesh and covered the sting of his chiefs hot cum on his thighs.
"Elijah..." he whispered looking far off. He couldn't deny that the reason he had been feeling so off was because his brother was gone off somewhere and he knew deep down that it was his fault. He slapped the water causing a loud echo to chime througout the forest.
"I vowed to not leave you again, but now your gone," said Elliot nostalgically. He put his head in his hands and let the tears flow."
......
Carla, Monroe and Simon stepped up to where Elijah was laying on his stomach.
"Lying on your back actually soothes the pain better." said Simon.
"Shut up no it doesn't!" shouted Monroe. He pushed Simon's shoulder.
"You've never been whipped by chief Stephan so how would you know?" said Simon pushing him back.
"It just makes no Physical sense Simon," said Carla chiming in.
"He's not a circus animal y'all." said True stepping up.
"Yeah but it's barely his second day here and already he's gotten on Chief Stephan's bad side."
Said Simon.
"Yeah well I don't know what his problem is." said True walking away. The others followed.
Elijah moaned into the heavy blankets he was laying on. His ankle had been wrapped, but the burning in his back didn't seem to want to fade as easily. When he heard the chiefs footsteps he cringed knowing what was to come.
"No no no," chanted Elijah. The chief knelt down to where he was laying and without warning, rubbed a cool substance into to deep cuts on his back. It burned for only seconds before they started to heal on their own. Elijah felt relieved.
"The rest of you can go play." said Stephen. The wolves cheered and ran out into the forest. Elijah sat up and watched them go. He looked down at his ankle.
"Fucking babies..." Elijah mumbled under his breath.
"Hmm well it seems to me that your the baby here." said Stephan. " You are with my pack now and you will be respectful of your other pack mates. Understood?"
"Yes...chief." said Elijah spite apparent in his tone. He watched Stephan work at his desk and realized that he hadn't truly looked at Stephan with a normal eye. Stephan had long brown hair that was usually pulled back into a neat ponytail. He had a kind face which was unusual for chieftains, with the brightest green eyes Elijah had ever seen. His skin was neatly tanned, nearly a nice golden brown and he had high cheek bones and the most perfect pink lips. When he stood he stood nearly 5 inches taller than Elijah which intimidated him like no other pack leader could.
"Why am I here?" said Elijah lowly, breaking the long silence. "Who told you I was there?"
Stephen turned to Elijah.
"I can't tell you that."
"Well what can you tell me?"
"I can tell you that no wolf should go without a pack therefore I did you a favor."
"I don't need fucking favors!" Shouted Elijah. Stephen, as if anticipating disrespect, slapped him hard. Elijah fell back onto the ground stunned.
"Take me back!" cried bouncing back up. "Take me back I don't belong here! I don't belong here!" cried Elijah. In a frantic rage he got up and attacked Stephan, banging at the part of him that he could reach. He pounded and pounded at him until he could pound no more. Before Elijah could fall back exhausted, he grabbed him up by the back of his neck similar to a wolf carrying it's pups.
"You have lots of anger child, but never, ever hit me unless you are ready to submit. Do you understand?" said Stephan growling.
Elijah broke into tears.
"Yes chief."
Stephen watched Elijah with curious eyes. He had such a tough exterior at times, but his looks suggested otherwise. He had delicate blue eyes and a face like a child not to mention his blond hair always seem wild and unkempt.
Stephan sat Elijah back on the ground.
"Follow me," he said walking far into the din where there was a vanity mirror and a variety of hair accessories. Stephan sat down and ushered Elijah in between his legs.
"Your hair is messy," said Stephan grabbing a brush from the dresser. He began to gently run it through Elijah's hair and Elijah cried because it is what his mother used to do as a child.
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Chapter 4: Elliot what the matter?: Closer than close
Elliot let his body relax as a strong hand held the back of his head firmly.
"Please...no more," pleaded Elliot. He and his chieftain had been going at it for hours. He thrusted into Elliot with enough power to send him flying, and Elliot tried his hardest to not scream aloud.
"You are mine!" screamed his chieftain, thrusting again, sending several beads of sweat from both their bodies flying. He reached around Elliot and grabbed hold of his cock, squeezing and jerking him until small clear droplets seeped from the peefectly mushroomed head. Elliot cried out holding onto the wall to keep from tumbling over head first.
" I'm going to leave you with everything I've got." whispered the chief, leaning back on his heels. He got a firm grip on Elliot's backside and thrusted one last time sending them both over the edge. The chief pulled out, his still hard cock bouncing against his thighs. Elliot still couldn't believe something that large could fit inside him.
"Never forget who you belong to," said the chief standing up. He gave his hard member one last stroke releasing what was left of the gooey white substance inside. Elliot tried to gather himself.
"Yes chief. I'm yours." he said lowly. He covered himself with his hands and went to clean off in the river.
He had always felt humiliated when he and his chief had sex even when he had wanted it. It almost made him angry that the chief challenged him into the pack only because he wanted to fuck him, not because he was strong or courageous. Not because his father was a great hunter.
Elliot dipped his toes in the cool water first before diving in head first. He loved the way the cool water refreshed his burning flesh and covered the sting of his chiefs hot cum on his thighs.
"Elijah..." he whispered looking far off. He couldn't deny that the reason he had been feeling so off was because his brother was gone off somewhere and he knew deep down that it was his fault. He slapped the water causing a loud echo to chime througout the forest.
"I vowed to not leave you again, but now your gone," said Elliot nostalgically. He put his head in his hands and let the tears flow."
......
Carla, Monroe and Simon stepped up to where Elijah was laying on his stomach.
"Lying on your back actually soothes the pain better." said Simon.
"Shut up no it doesn't!" shouted Monroe. He pushed Simon's shoulder.
"You've never been whipped by chief Stephan so how would you know?" said Simon pushing him back.
"It just makes no Physical sense Simon," said Carla chiming in.
"He's not a circus animal y'all." said True stepping up.
"Yeah but it's barely his second day here and already he's gotten on Chief Stephan's bad side."
Said Simon.
"Yeah well I don't know what his problem is." said True walking away. The others followed.
Elijah moaned into the heavy blankets he was laying on. His ankle had been wrapped, but the burning in his back didn't seem to want to fade as easily. When he heard the chiefs footsteps he cringed knowing what was to come.
"No no no," chanted Elijah. The chief knelt down to where he was laying and without warning, rubbed a cool substance into to deep cuts on his back. It burned for only seconds before they started to heal on their own. Elijah felt relieved.
"The rest of you can go play." said Stephen. The wolves cheered and ran out into the forest. Elijah sat up and watched them go. He looked down at his ankle.
"Fucking babies..." Elijah mumbled under his breath.
"Hmm well it seems to me that your the baby here." said Stephan. " You are with my pack now and you will be respectful of your other pack mates. Understood?"
"Yes...chief." said Elijah spite apparent in his tone. He watched Stephan work at his desk and realized that he hadn't truly looked at Stephan with a normal eye. Stephan had long brown hair that was usually pulled back into a neat ponytail. He had a kind face which was unusual for chieftains, with the brightest green eyes Elijah had ever seen. His skin was neatly tanned, nearly a nice golden brown and he had high cheek bones and the most perfect pink lips. When he stood he stood nearly 5 inches taller than Elijah which intimidated him like no other pack leader could.
"Why am I here?" said Elijah lowly, breaking the long silence. "Who told you I was there?"
Stephen turned to Elijah.
"I can't tell you that."
"Well what can you tell me?"
"I can tell you that no wolf should go without a pack therefore I did you a favor."
"I don't need fucking favors!" Shouted Elijah. Stephen, as if anticipating disrespect, slapped him hard. Elijah fell back onto the ground stunned.
"Take me back!" cried bouncing back up. "Take me back I don't belong here! I don't belong here!" cried Elijah. In a frantic rage he got up and attacked Stephan, banging at the part of him that he could reach. He pounded and pounded at him until he could pound no more. Before Elijah could fall back exhausted, he grabbed him up by the back of his neck similar to a wolf carrying it's pups.
"You have lots of anger child, but never, ever hit me unless you are ready to submit. Do you understand?" said Stephan growling.
Elijah broke into tears.
"Yes chief."
Stephen watched Elijah with curious eyes. He had such a tough exterior at times, but his looks suggested otherwise. He had delicate blue eyes and a face like a child not to mention his blond hair always seem wild and unkempt.
Stephan sat Elijah back on the ground.
"Follow me," he said walking far into the din where there was a vanity mirror and a variety of hair accessories. Stephan sat down and ushered Elijah in between his legs.
"Your hair is messy," said Stephan grabbing a brush from the dresser. He began to gently run it through Elijah's hair and Elijah cried because it is what his mother used to do as a child.
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