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Trigger Warning: Knotting, (light) Breeding, Non Con, Poachers/Illegal-trafficking, Dog Fighting, Scent kink (?), Blood (light), Biting, Mating marks, (Implied) Age Difference, DILF
“Place your bets! Place your bets!” The announcer outside the ring rang a heavy brass bell, stirring up the already riled crowd. This was the last fight of the night. For the last two hours, you’d watched werewolves in their prime duke out with one another, fangs and teeth and claws. Fur and blood littered the ring inside a metal cage, the only thing keeping the wolves separated from the audience that watched them from above.
This wasn’t your thing. Not by a long shot. You’d never enjoyed watching people fight. MMA, maybe because of the skill that went into it but… These fights were brutal and bloody, some of the men leaving with life-threatening injuries. You really didn’t want to be here, but as an undercover journalist, you needed to expose what was happening.
How you got on this trail was a joke. Some guy had come into your office exclaiming about an underground fighting ring and that the police no longer listened to him. You should have said no, but you decided to humor him, but the trail made sense. It connected and suddenly your eyes were open to the fact that werewolves exist and they were being trafficked into these fighting rings. It was… awful. These were people’s sons, cousins, and in rare cases fathers. Most of the fighters were young men, in their early twenties. Not all of them walked away from the fights.
You shifted in your seat, notepad in your hand. The guards outside had taken your phone for security purposes. No electronics past the entrance. No way to videotape or catch audio. Thankfully you kept a pad and pencil and it seemed most of the men betting did, too, probably to keep track of their wins and losses, but you were taking notes, sketching the cage and how the fights worked. You probably should have placed a bet to get a card for evidence, but the booth had been packed at the start of the fight and you’d been scared of missing out on important rules.
“This is the final fight!” Called the announcer, “Make sure you know who you’re betting for: today’s champion Reigen or the reigning champion Toji!”
You remained in your seat waiting patiently for the fight to finally kick off. You couldn’t wait to get out of here and show the police your findings.
Suddenly the doors on either side of the cage burst open. On one side stood a young red-headed wolf and on the other… A hulking man was led into the room, his arms bound in chains in front of him, a dog muzzle over his mouth. None of the other competitors had had that. He was much older than the other wolves, too, maybe in his late forties. It was hard to get a good look at him from so high up, but you could see his mop of black hair and tan skin.
Hesitantly, you leaned toward the man next to you. “What’s with him?”
“Him?” He pointed at the dark haired wolf. “Is this your first fight here? That’s Toji. He’s won every fight he’s been in since they brought him in, but he’s also killed all of his opponents with that mouth of his. The judges started putting that muzzle on so he wouldn’t kill so many of the champions who faced off against him. It’s saves money for the handlers but the fights aren’t nearly as interesting.”
A handicap? That hardly seemed fair, but then again, he was much older than the other wolves. There was a good reason he’d survived this long.
The heavy bell rang again and the audience died down, going completely silent in a moment. They were eager for the fight, this was the one they’d placed their large bets on and you could imagine how much they’d be making when Toji won again.
Unlike the young wolf who was already snarling, claws ready on his hands and canine fangs leaking from his mouth, Toji remained calm, his chained wrists hanging limply in front of him. In fact, you could dare to say he looked bored. Toji wasn’t even looking at his opponent, his head slowly swiveling to take in the audience.
The younger wolf launched forward, snarling with an open maw full of sharp teeth. Toji easily side stepped him, dancing around his opponent with ease. He was well versed in this landscape, dancing over blood and fur while dodging each vicious swipe of Reigen’s claws. At one point you could have sworn Toji yawned. All the while, he never lifted his hands.
The crowd erupted in jeers and shouts. They wanted Toji to get serious, they were tired of waiting, they wanted to see blood from the wolf so vicious he had to be muzzled.
Toji rolled his shoulder back, stretching a tad while evading. Then he was suddenly leaping from the support beams, high in the air and leaping down at his opponent. It had happened so fast you’d nearly missed it. Toji’s knee connected with Reigen’s jaw, sending him across the ring. Blood dripped from his mouth, a couple of sharp teeth shooting out as well. They all landed in a heap in the center of the ring. Toji landed on his feet, nudging Reigen with his foot, but the other wolf was out.
The crowd cheered for the violence, hungry for more, but the other wolf did not get up. There was some grumbling about how short the fight was and others laughed like it was an inside joke. Toji had won so quickly and so easily. He didn’t make for a good show, but no wonder he was saved for last.
You needed to speak with him, get his side of the story on how he ended up in such a fighting ring or maybe even how he became a werewolf. If only you could use your phone to take a picture of him to show the cops, but just his real name could be enough to match up with a missing person’s cold case.
As the crowd shuffled out, you snuck your way towards the ring, and down an empty hallway. Deeper and deeper you went, searching for the cells the wolves were kept in. You didn’t see any security. They must have still been making sure the audience members left.
Carefully, you snuck further in and peaked into a door. It was unbearably dark inside, but you caught sight of metal bars. Cages. You slunk inside, closing the door behind you. The darkness settled in, blinding your eyes for a moment. You waited for them to adjust before looking around the room. It was lined with cells, a single male wolf in every cage. They all appeared to be sedated with an IV in their sleeping forms. Forced to sleep and then woken before each fight. A pang of pity stabbed into your stomach. You’d free them, get them back to their families.
In the dark, you scribbled a note about the living conditions of the men and ventured farther in search of Toji. You couldn’t exactly call out for him, especially when the rest of the men were sleeping. Even if they were drugged, they could wake up, and you couldn’t risk a feral wolf trained to wake up and fight snarling and barking. So on you went, peeking into each cell in hopes of finding Toji.
“What are you doing?”
You stiffened at the voice and whipped around. At the end of the cell block one wolf was awake. A man. You almost didn’t recognize him up close with all the scars on his tan skin, but you knew his dark hair and the dark t-shirt he’d worn in his fight. The muzzle and shackles remained on. Toji leaned against the bars of his cage, eying you with something that made your toes go numb.
“I’m an investigative journalist,” you whispered, “I’m here to help, expose this place for what it is.”
If Toji reacted, you didn’t see it in the darkness.
You inched closer to him. You had known he was huge in the ring, but up close he towered over you, covered in lean muscle. A sharp scar cut across his lips, deep and pink. His black eyes wandered over your figure and the little notepad in your hand. “You want to set us free?”
You nodded eagerly.
Toji grinned. “Come closer. You want to interview me?”
You nodded again.
“Then take this muzzle off of me. They don’t even take it off for meal times anymore. C’mon, it’s hard to talk with this thing on.”
“How?” You stepped closer to his cage.
Toji’s body thrummed with unnameable energy. “It’s on the back, you’ll have to get in here with me.” He gestured to some keys on the wall, out of his reach but close to yours.
You obeyed, grabbing the key ring. All of them were labeled with a wolf’s first name and you found Toji’s easily, sliding the thick metal key into the lock. Toji took a step back to let you in. You left the key in the lock.
Inside his cell, you could see the floors were lined with hay. A single cot hung by two chains from the wall was in the corner, the thin mattress covered in a shaggy blanket with a single pillow. There was a bucket in the corner for bodily needs and a trough in the front for food and water. You shuddered.
“The muzzle,” Toji pushed.
Right. “Can you bend down?” You asked. He was so tall.
“My back is killing me,” he rasped, “just standing on my bed.”
You complied, climbing on top of the cot to undo his muzzle. The buckles caved easily in your hands, leather straps molded to the size of Toji’s skull. Just how long had he been wearing it for the leather to look like this?
You didn’t get much time to wonder. Toji turned around and held up his hands. “Now these. There’s a release on the side that I can’t reach.”
For a moment, you wondered if it would be better to leave Toji with some restraints, after all, he was a half-feral werewolf that fought for a living. You glanced at him and he gave you a reassuring smile. For some reason, it made your stomach turn, but you did as you were instructed, sticking the edge of your nail in the release mechanism.
The shackles popped off, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. With the heavy chains, your stomach also dropped to your feet. You were now in a cell, alone, with a werewolf with nothing between you but his human form and your clothes. Nervously, you swallowed. He was human, too, though, and who would want to stay in a situation like this? He wouldn’t attack you. Right?
Toji stretched his long arms, his grin growing wider. “Awww, you have no idea how good this feels.” He stretched upwards, his back and shoulders popping sharply.
Fear jolted down your spine. Toji stiffened up, holding himself in a long stretch, but he seemed stuck. Concern made you foolish. “Oh no,” you said, “your back.”
Toji relaxed, setting his hands on his hips, that shitting-eating grin of his growing more feral. “My back is fine,” he purred, “better than fine, actually.”
But he’d just said that he had a bad back—Fuck. Fuck. You were an idiot, walking right into the wolf’s den.
You moved to hop off his cot, but Toji slammed a hand onto the wall, his other one following, trapping you. All you could see was Toji’s face and the edges of his cruel teeth poking between his scarred lips.
Your heartbeat like a rabbit’s. Toji leaned into you, nearly pressing his face to yours. For every inch you backed away, he moved forward until your back was pressed against the rough wall. His breath mingled with yours, stinking of meat and death and the sour sting of hunger. Those black eyes of his locked onto yours. “You really should know better than to trust a wolf. Especially one you’ve just met.“ If his human form had a tail, you knew it would be wagging. "I thought you were a journalist, someone who knows better than others that there are bad people in this world.”
There was no way you were getting away from him without losing something. Hesitantly you drudged up your courage and asked, “Wh-what do you want?” Your body was trembling. You didn’t want to shake, to show fear, but he was close and warm and scary. He could tear you apart with his teeth or his hands, eat you the same way humans devoured a roasted chicken. God, and the way he looked at you like he could swallow you whole and finally be satisfied. You could already see him covered in your blood, grinning with more teeth than humanly possible. Your core pulsed with fear. It had to be fear.
Right?
“You know,” Toji buried his nose in your neck, feeling your pulse with his lips. His skin was so hot, his steaming breath stretching over your delicate skin.
You didn’t mean to whimper, but it slipped out and Toji’s hips bucked. Eager to cage you. Eager to pin you under him and devour you. Toji groaned. You felt his teeth sharply graze your skin before he suddenly pinched it. A small shriek jumped out of you and he bit down, sharp pain shooting through you. He lapped at the sound, groaning deep and low in his chest at the taste. The pain was soothed by the heat of his tongue, prying for more of you.
“I have a son.” He growled into your neck. “He should be about fifteen now.” He sucked on your wound, making you whimper. “That’s the only time I ever got to mate. Isn’t that sad? Just once. Do you understand what I’m saying?” One of his hands slid over to your torso, sneaking under the hem of your shirt to brush against your belly. "That’s what I want. I want to mate again. With you.”
Never had you imagined that the first demands of the wild wolf would be to be fuck, especially not you. You couldn’t have looked attractive or smelled good covered in old men’s sweat and in your button-down and pencil skirt.
“Please,” you whispered, “I don’t want to… I’ll set you free and you can find someone who—”
“No.” He pulled back, forcing you to meet the dark intent in his coal eyes, wicked desire glittering. God, there was hardly any coal left, swallowed by the black stretch of yawning need that had become his pupils. “I want you, my little savior. You want to help us so badly, don’t you? Well, you can start with this. Then we’ll see where the night takes us, okay?” He leaned in to kiss your chin, traveling up your jaw, his lips experienced and wanting.
You shivered, hating how your insides squirmed with wanting at his touch. It had been so long since anyone had given you attention like this and your body wanted it so badly, but this was a feral wolf, you couldn't—
His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, a tingling growing between your thighs. It was like he could smell your weak points, knowing exactly what would happen when he pressed his nose and hungry mouth into them. The edge of his teeth tugged on your ear, pain and pleasure mixing on the way down to your core.
You whimpered, your core tightening, “Toji—”
He quickly smothered your mouth with his. You’d seen the other werewolves in the fighting ring when their mouths opened, extending forward to make room for rows of sharp fangs and meat-ripping tongues. And you knew just from the feel of Toji’s mouth on yours that this was the mouth of a hungry wolf. His sharp teeth hit yours, long slick tongue finding its way to the back of your mouth. A predator’s mouth. He tasted of blood and skin and meat. Toji invaded your mouth, sucking at your tongue as if he could consume you.
His tongue sent electric shots through your body, tickling your sensitive gums with each twirl. Your mouth found its way into his mouth as he sucked on it, feeling the sharp pricks of his ravenous teeth. He felt every crevice, curve, and gap, of your mouth, a deep rumbling growl traveling from his chest into yours. Toji was enjoying this. His large hands traveled down your waist, gripping the soft curves of your ass and pressing you into him. You jerked back feeling a swollen length pressing against your stomach. He was already hard.
Toji let you pull away, panting happily, drool sliding down his chin. There was a lopsided grin on his mouth, hunger glistening in the way he licked his lips. If he’d looked feral before, this was a whole new level. “Don’t be scared.“ He rasped, "Promise I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet first.” Toji slid down, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled up your pencil skirt, pressing his nose into the crotch of your tights and inhaling. Pleasure seemed to ripple down his body, a new needy energy filling him. He licked his lips, flashing his sharp canines before ripping into the fabric of your tights. You choked on a shriek, watching him yank your panties to the side and readily licking your exposed entrance.
Your shriek escaped feeling his tongue dig right into your folds. You grabbed onto his hair unconsciously, gripping it so tightly you thought you’d rip out his hair. You hoped he’d at least let go to yell at you, but Toji seemed to get more excited, his lapping tongue increasing it’s ferocity, his grip on your hips growing tighter.
Each greedily lick made your core shiver, your insides suddenly empty and wanting. Fuck, a werewolf shouldn’t be making you feel this way, especially one with as little sexual experience as Toji boasted. But he kept licking through your already slick folds and your body was ready to kneel for him. Toji’s long tongue teased you each time he dug into your pretty opening, a shiver passing through your body so hard your legs shook.
You couldn’t believe this was happening. You’d come here to free him and now he was going to fuck you, cage you with his seed. You should have never let that crazy guy convince you to investigate the werewolf fighting ring. But it was too late for regrets now. Your pussy was already soaked thanks to his tongue.
A whimper escaped your mouth when his claws grew out, piercing your skin. It wasn’t enough to bleed but it hurt, sharp pain making you tense. Toji removed his mouth long enough to rasp, “Sorry, Princess, you’re just getting me so fucking excited.” He didn’t give you time to react to the nickname, suckling on your clit until your hips bucked onto his face, a shrill cry escaping your lungs.
“Toji,” your voice was high with the pleasure rising through your body, clouding your brain, “please, don’t do this.” Heat filled your head, making your clothes too tight and hot. This was the effect Toji had on you. He could play you like a fiddle with just his fucking tongue. Your core clenched at the thought of what he could do with his dick.
He hummed but made no motion to stop. His mouth moved hungrily against your cunt, his large tongue flicking at your opening before sliding between the lips of your vagina, ending by pulling your clit between his teeth. He did it again, running his tongue from your entrance to your clit, and then did it again and again until you cried out again, feeling your insides tighten.
“There’s a good girl,” Toji purred. He pulled back, dipping a finger into your cunt. Fuck. You were soaked. Just a little attention from his tongue had your body so eager. Toji licked his lips approvingly, slipping another finger inside of you. Your walls gave way to his thick digits easily, eagerly sucking him in. You grabbed the wall, trying not to buck on his rough fingers. Toji licked his lips again, clearly eager to fill you with his cock. “Just a little more, Princess, and I promise I’ll stroke that aching spot, make you nice and full. I’ll make you feel better than any human man ever has.”
"Please, I’ll get you someone else.” There had to be a reason somewhere in his desire. You were a stranger, you’d just met him. Surely he’d want someone else? Someone he knew better and would be happy to bear his seed. But you had to get out of this before he whipped out his werewolf dick. “Or I’ll suck you off or—”
“No,” Toji growled, far different than the rumbles of pleasure that left his chest. “I want you. You’re the one who found this place, found me. We’re meant to be. So just relax and let me have you.” Slowly, Toji removed himself from between your legs, standing to his full height. He pulled you down from the cot, wrapping you around his waist as he seated himself. His bulging cock pressed against your bare crotch, twitching and eager to get inside you.
He wasted no time, ripping his cock out of his pants, but instead of diving into you, he made sure you saw it. It was long and red, the base round and swollen.
Wait, the base of his cock… You didn’t know much about wolves but you’d read enough fanfiction to know that was a knot. An actual knot on a cock that was going to enter your body.
You tried to wriggle away from him, but Toji was so strong and eager. He held you firmly in place as he lined up his cock with your entrance and pulled you down. In one swift motion, he was inside you, your drenched cunt squelching as you took him in, his fever-hot knot pressing against your clit. You whimpered, feeling it bulge and twitch.
“Don’t worry,” Toji whispered into your ear, as he wrapped his arms around your back, “I’ll make it fit, just focus on feeling good.” His long arms wrapped around your back, grabbing your waist and lifting you up before slamming you back down, the edge of his knot pulsing at your entrance.
Your body sucked at him immediately, greedily pulling him in as your legs closed around his waist. You needed to fight him off, but fuck, his cock felt so good, filling you up with his feverish knot pulsing at the base. A part of you wanted to take him in, let him ride out his long-desired lust until he bottomed out, but that part of you was quiet and feral and you were a rational fucking human being, not a wolf. Not like him.
“Toji,” you gasped, “I can’t, we can’t—”
He rolled you over onto your back, spread your legs further as he pressed his hips in, his knot edging just a bit deeper inside. “I’m gonna start moving now, princess, just hang on for the ride, okay?” He kissed your cheek and didn’t wait for a response.
Toji bucked his hips, diving deeper inside you. He grunted against your throat, his hot breath spreading over your shoulder before he bit down. His teeth were rough against your skin, but he didn’t break through like before. The moment he had his grip on your shoulder, he let himself loose, hips rapidly pounding into your soaked cunt, the wet slapping of your joining echoing off the walls. His clawed fingers curled into soft ass, helping his knot bobbing into your cunt.
You’d been fucked before, you felt good under a firm cock, but feeling his swollen knot bob in and out of your cunt, offering a new delicious stretch each time he nudged that special place deep inside you… You couldn’t help but moan, digging your fingers into the back of his shirt. Fuck, you should be tearing at his ear or clawing at his back to get him off but he kept smothering your sweet spot. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you struggled to keep a grip on your sanity. Pleasurable heat kept pooling in your core, filling your body until your head was spinning.
"Just hold onto me.” Toji’s hot breath ghosted over the wet spot on your shoulder. “Hold onto me and let me fuck you good.” He pulled you tighter, his hips moving faster. “You’re all I’ve wanted for so long. I want you to cum."
"No—"
Toji bit down on your shoulder again, silencing you as your cry became a wail. He ground his hips against yours, letting his body crush your clit with each deep thrust. A sharp growl grew in his chest, eager to keep fucking you.
Your insides sucked at his cock, a sharp shiver of pleasure rocking through your core. Your insides began to flutter dangerously around him and you realized with a mild sense of horror under the heat of your pleasure that you were about to cum.
You tried to buck Toji off you, scramble to free yourself but you just met his thrusts, your pleasure building and towering. A gasp escaped your throat, when the knot grew inside you, your insides shaking and pulsing. "Toji, no—fuck!” But it was too late. Your core contracted, muscles tightening as you came. Your sloppy cunt gripped Toji’s cock like his was the last one on earth, the towering pleasure crashing as your cried out. Your chest rose to meet Toji’s, milking him as your insides shook.
Toji all the while kept up his thrusts. His swelling knot popped in and out of your cunt, each squelch deeper and dirtier as he chased his end inside you. Toji’s teeth sank deeper into your skin, a deeper growl rumbling from his chest into yours.
The knot popped in and wouldn’t come out. Toji whined, bucking his hips to sink himself deeper inside you. His full, aching knot pulsed once inside you. A warning. Then, hot seed filled your insides warming your rapidly cooling body until you thought you’d melt. You gasped and bucked and Toji let his weight sink on top of you.
He kissed underneath your ear and nuzzled your neck. “Now,” he murmured, “the next time I see you, I want to see your stomach bulging with my brood. You’ll waddle through the stands while you wait to watch my fight, looking for a good place where I can see you and my growing offspring. Then you’ll sneak back here and let me suckle on your milky tits. Got it, princess?” He kissed your throat, dragging his canines across your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. A threat.
“But,” you whimpered, “the ring. I want to—"
"Aw yes, your noble intentions. See, the thing is, I like it here. The food might be shit but I get to fight to my heart’s content. I got a lot of energy to use up and these foolish dogs let me bring out my inner wolf—pun intended.” Toji relaxed on top of you, letting out a long yawn. “So you won’t be breaking up my little slice of heaven, not unless you wanna tell your friends how the big bad wolf managed to trick you into his cage and knock you up.” He pulled back enough just to see your face, placing a lazy kiss on the edge of your mouth. “Now get some rest, my knot won’t be going down until you’re knocked up.”