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Hollow corruption in thirens is poorly understood, particularly in how it differs from its effects on humans. In people, there are no known cases where it’s good, so it would be instinctive to assume it would be the same in thirens. That’s why when an expedition went awry and Lycaon was forced to stay behind, it became imperative to everyone to rescue him as soon as possible. If there was even a small chance that he’d be okay, it was a risk worth taking for the group.
Thankfully, after a prolonged and carefully planned excursion, Lycaon’s retrieval went without a hitch. As a matter of fact, he seemed fine when the group found him, his fur a touch disheveled compared to its usual perfection. The trip together leaving the hollow continued to be uneventful, although the gang’s watchful eye surveying the thiren didn’t stop for a single moment. Just in case.
Finally walking through the doors of the video store, everyone got to breathe a sigh of relief. The massive waves of anguish on their shoulders could finally be set free, Belle the first to break the silence by hugging Lycaon.
Stepping forward, Wise’s calculating self was thinking about what came next. “How are you feeling, Lycaon? If you’re tired, you can sleep in my bed tonight and I can use the couch, I really don’t mind.”
As Lycaon inhaled to respond, his intention to dissuade Wise’s worries was interrupted by crashing fatigue collapsing across his body. “I’ll take the offer, so long as it’s of no inconvenience, master.”
“Belle and I need to do some chores to close the store for the evening, I can come check in on you after that. You know the way to my room by now, just make yourself at home.” His closing statement was accentuated with a warm smile.
The sound of Lycaon’s heavy footfalls while ascending the stairs was the signal that anyone who isn’t Belle or Wise could leave. For them, there had been some amount of disarray accumulating in the store as a result of their frantic emotional turmoil, making it hard to stay on top of everything.
Once the bulk of the work was done, which probably took a little less than an hour, Wise’s plan was to send Belle to go get video tapes, and in the meantime he could look after Lycaon.
While ascending the stairs, Wise’s instincts flared up. They had spent so much time together before Lycaon retired to rest, surely nothing bad would have happened in the short amount of time they spent away from each other. And furthermore, how could it be expected of Wise to keep Lycaon under his supervision forever?
Once one thought had manifested, the questions just kept pouring in. Before he knew it, Wise was standing in front of the door to his bedroom. It was cracked ajar, and peering in, all he could see was Lycaon calmly lying down with his back to the door.
With a gentle knock on the door, Wise signaled his entrance, “Hey Lycaon, figured I’d check on how you’re holding up. You doing okay?”
“Oh- Yes I’m holding up quite well, laying down helped tremendously.” Lycaon was making an effort at hiding something. His voice had the markings of someone in pain that was trying really hard to make it seem as though they weren’t bottling anything in, especially at the risk of being an inconvenience to someone else.
Wise was naturally astute though, noticing the wolf thiren’s change in demeanor right away. “Lycaon, you have to be honest with me. It’s important we make sure you’re okay.”
“You're right, it wasn’t my intention to cause any trouble. I was just really hoping this issue would dissipate on its own.” Courteous as always, Lycaon rolled onto his back as he spoke.
Wise had an immediate answer, borderline cutting off Lycaon’s sentence. “Issue? So something is wrong?”
“Well, since we’ve left the hollow zone I’ve been having these… thoughts.” Lycaon paused, faint traces of blush marks somehow starting to form across his cheeks, “These thoughts have been quite meddlesome and unusual for me.”
“Are these thoughts… dangerous?” An inclination of worry accentuated Wise’s question.
“No no, not at all. Just a bit intrusive if I’m being honest.” There was another pause as Lycaon was clearly trying to find the right words to describe what he’s going through. “It’s as though I could use some sort of release.” The word ‘release’ had to be pried out of him, a flush of embarrassment mixed with uncertainty at being so vulnerable.
It took Wise a split second to understand what the wolf meant by release. While his mind was trawling through what Lycaon could have possibly been implying, a singular image pinpointed exactly what he meant. At the forefront of his mind, a conjured dream of Lycaon leaning on top of him materialized itself. Without a moment’s thought, his eyes raced downward, but before he could satisfy his subconscious desire, he snapped out of his fantasy.
Wise finally broke the silence lingering in the air ever since Lycaon mentioned release. “O-Oh-”
Lycaon wasn’t sure what reaction the human was going to have with regards to his statement, but he started to panic already, interrupting Wise, “Sorry if that was too forward. To be clear, I can manage myself. I just thought I’d be transparent.”
“It’s okay Lycaon, no need to apologize! I told you to be honest with me.” Wise paused his assurances, his eyes not-so-subtly gauging the wolf’s status. “Does that mean that right now you’re…”
“Yeah, I’m a bit pent up.” Lycaon’s eyes were darting everywhere in the room trying to avoid making eye contact. “But again, I’m not trying to impose anything.”
“Do you think it would help if I took care of… it?”
The words had barely left Wise’s mouth and their effect was unmissable, as Lycaon’s ears perked up unintentionally and his big poofy tail wagged. “Yeah, without a doubt.”
There was an inadvertent subtle shift in his tone, like a honeydrop of huskiness coating his response. The words made Wise’s heart rate flutter, his eyes drifting up and down the figure before him despite it still being mostly occluded under blankets. Finally, taking a step forward, he had made up his mind. It’ll be okay, he kept telling himself over and over.
“Alright, you did save us after all, seems like the least I could do.” Wise’s sarcastic tone was effective at cutting the tension. He didn’t actually need any further convincing.
After his continued approach, one of Wise’s hands reached for the blanket. Although Lycaon was still fully clothed, simply lifting the blanket away made it painfully obvious in how much need the pup was in. Wise didn’t expect to be able to see the wolf thiren’s member outline so clearly through his pants. Every few moments that passed by, the contained mass visibly shifted, eagerly throbbing in anticipation of getting some attention.
The sight of the bulge alone stunlocked Wise, but the followup of large wolf hands starting to unbutton his shirt sent Wise over the edge of realization. All of a sudden, Wise was craving this.
While Lycaon was busy discarding his shirt, Wise’s hands began reaching for the pants. Seeing the wolf thiren’s sculpted torso only made Wise move faster, drinking in the sight of divine abs before him, stirring up activity in his own pants. The proxy’s nimble fingers slipped beneath the waistband, making contact with now-exposed hips. That small amount of contact alone was enough to send a shudder down the wolf’s spine, a low grumble emanating at the prospect of getting touched some more.
With some effort, the pants started slipping down until met with a hefty obstacle, fiendishly pulsing away. The bombshell of pheromones made Wise dizzy as more and more wolven girth was made visible. As the rim of his pants cleared the entirety of his cock, Lycaon’s member sprang upright, imposing menacingly as pre-cum was already pooling at the pointed tip. The wolven cock was bright red, smooth except for the broadly protruding veins, and was definitely a job for two hands. The pointed tip of the cock quickly flared out broadly, a definitive heft to the mass. Every throb made it look like it yearns to anchor itself deep inside a hole.
“Jeez, you’re a healthy size.” There was an air of admiration to Wise’s statement, his movements paused in vocal fascination.
“Is that going to be a problem?” Lycaon’s tone was uncharacteristically haughty, allowing himself to be proud of this moment. Even though moments ago he was calling Wise his master, the aura had understandably shifted when his cock was eclipsing a face staring in absolute admiration. You could almost hear Wise gulp in anticipation.
A pair of hands meticulously wrapped themselves around the beating wolf cock near the warm-to-the-touch pointed head. With a groan, and absorbed in pleasure from finally having some physical contact, Lycaon drove his hips upward. Wise silently watched his fingers spread apart as the wolf’s girth rapidly expanded closer to the base. There was a singular thought coursing through the proxy’s head, wondering what it would feel like having this mass push inside him. The longer he stared at the mass of dick, the more enticing the thought at letting the thiren loose to do as he pleases.
Subconsciously, Wise’s hands had gradually started shifting up and down the pillar of wolf cock. He had a newfound intoxication in watching his slow movements have such a profound effect so visibly apparent in his subject’s facial expressions. The proxy’s adoring gaze at his partner’s pleasure was interrupted by the sheer volume of cum leaking out the wolven tip. Sticky strands starting to cover his hands was motivation enough to start pumping harder.
Another happy groan escaped Lycaon at the mounting pleasure coursing through him. It was obvious at the needy hip thrusts picking up in frequency that he was savoring every stroke. Seeing his partner experiencing such lustful bliss, Wise’s mind felt fuzzy, as a matter of fact, all his senses felt dulled into just focusing on the specimen between his hands. The proxy was enjoying experimenting with different rhythms and different hand positions. A particularly fun combo for Wise was meticulously using one hand to stroke the length of the shaft, and his other hand would be busy nursing the tip.
The pair had established a comfortable rhythm, the sound of wet schlicks echoing in the room. Wise had been so transfixed on the lupine member that when he looked up to see how his partner was faring, a welt of surprise appeared in his sternum when the big wolf was staring right back at him with a distant and lustful gaze.
“I’m getting- kind of close-” The strain in Lycaon’s voice as he spoke was evidence enough that he was trying to hold back and keep the feeling going.
The thiren didn’t need to mention that he was close for Wise to know. Streams of pre-cum flowing out the wolven tip grew thicker with every stroke, now coiling around his fingers.
Lycaon’s awkwardly idle hands shifted towards the edge of the bed, his fingers clamping down and bracing for the incoming orgasm. It looked like his soul was leaving his body the way Lycaon started to lean back and his head tilted backwards. With each short exasperated breath from the dog, Wise watched in delight at all the muscles contracting in preparation for the impending full-torso orgasm, especially the compact abs. The visual feast in front of the proxy was distracting enough that on a particularly hard throb, the cock threatened to escape his grasp.
Without warning, Lycaon’s steady hip thrusting picked up not only speed, but feral intensity. The hands bracketed around his cock didn’t even have to move, his veritable fucking doing all the work. Not needing to focus on his handiwork, Wise’s focus was all on his senses being overwhelmed. The potent scent in the air, the heat radiating from the wolf cock between his hands, even the rapid fire wet plaps and bass-filled grunts. All that was missing was a taste, and despite having no inclination of using his mouth, the prospect had started sounding more appetizing to the proxy.
Lycaon’s hip pounding came to a screeching halt, immediately followed by his cock bloating with the sheer volume of cum getting ready to be unleashed. The first rope spurted out, a small amount of it managed to sail above Wise’s head, leaving a large sum of it to land across his face. The proxy hadn't thought this far ahead, but this sudden hot splattering all over his face brought about an intense blush of arousal. Before he could react, another grunt out of the thiren signaled the release of another thick rope barreling straight for the proxy’s face.
Wise was lightheaded from all the potent spunk coating his face, as though he were riding a lust-filled high while delicately stroking his blissed-out partner. The lack of clarity in his thoughts didn’t prevent the proxy from pushing the cock in his hands forward, deviously making the next ropy strand paint the wolven torso.
After a third and fourth shot out of the wolf, all Wise could mutter was a quiet, “Damn, Lycaon.”
The proxy thought he was getting back at his partner, but instead he just found himself oddly entranced at the cum glistened torso before him. With every passing grunt, thick white jizz covered a larger surface area. A probing thought in Wise’s head wondered what it would feel like to have all this hot mess pumped right inside him. Or maybe even what this throbbing cock might feel like inside of him.
As Lycaon’s orgasm started winding down, a million questions a minute were soaring through Wise’s mind. Every urge that had been restrained by discipline was starting to crumple under the constant barrage of pheromones. After stiff as steel for who knows how long, the oozing pillar of cock was finally starting to soften up in the grip of the proxy.
Between bated breaths, trying his best to quickly regain his composure, Lycaon apologetically began explaining, “Ah, terribly sorry for the mess, master. Normally I would have made adequate preparations, but as you witnessed there may have been some sense of urgency.”
The words were barely registering for Wise, his attention completely fixated on holding himself back, but in the end it was fruitless. He leaned forward, at first slowly, but once he had committed to the movement, his face came crashing down onto the wolf thiren’s cum-glazed abs. Planting a tentative kiss at first, Wise decided that wasn’t enough, opting to stick out his tongue and start dragging it over the finely defined muscle.
At first, the sensation tickled Lycaon, and for a brief moment he was confused as to what the proxy was doing. Wise continued upward, steadily leaning forward more and more to reach his next tantalizing target, the pectorals. Giving in to instinct had never felt so right. His mouth, busy burying itself in chest musculature, didn’t stop the proxy from also raising his hands and cupping each firm pecs.
Such enthusiasm was a shock to Lycaon. “Ah-, Master if you keep going, we’ll be back to where we began.”
When Wise had started his barrage of muscle admiration, the thought he might somehow stir the thiren up again seemed like an impossibility with just how much cum had poured out of his partner. Lycaon’s warning fell on deaf ears though, the proxy not stopping his ascension and starting to pepper the fluffy neck before him with kisses next.
“That’s alright, I don’t mind taking care of you again. Actually, I kind of liked doing it.” Wise’s lips being separated for even the brief moment of assuring his partner left a well of emptiness. The sensation was short lived, however, as a wet smack collided against the proxy’s still clothed torso, serving as a distraction at the current lack of passionate worshiping.
“Sorry, does that offer apply for right now?” To accentuate his point, Lycaon pushed his hips up to pleasantly create some stimulus in the tip of his cock.
A new sensation straightened Wise’s back straight up, his brain short circuiting in the process. Large mitts had snuck under his shirt and planted themselves on his hips, the proxy unaware of just how sensitive his waist is. As the shock faded, a realization rooted itself firmly in recesses of Wise’s brain he didn’t even know existed. If he rode his partner or maybe got on all fours, then he could keep the divine sensation going-
Wise’s hands had drifted on top of the wolf thiren’s own, delicately suggesting that they stay right where they are. “Maybe this time we can try more than just my hands.”
Images flooded Lycaon’s mind, an ocean of possibilities rapidly unfolding at what the proxy’s suggestion could entail. Unknowingly, the wolf’s grip tightened on the hips straddling him, anchoring Wise down against him. “What do you have in mind for me?”
“Now, I can’t promise anything, but part of me wants to see if you’d fit inside of me.” Wise had preemptively shifted his hands back over to the pulsing cock, taking great glee in watching the effect his words had on it. Without hesitation or thought, the proxy’s hands were gliding up and down once more, but there was a nuanced shift in his method. A small smile adorned the straddler, blissfully lost in his joy of making his partner quietly moan once more.
Emboldened by the proxy’s expressed curiosity, Lycaon’s mitts went exploring, slowly creeping towards the back of his mounted partner. Gliding fingertips snapped Wise out of his cock-addled fixation, the sensitivity in his hips was nothing compared to the feeling of large hands cupping his ass. After a meaty handful of derriere, Lycaon couldn’t help but pull the proxy as close as possible, pressing him up to the girth of his own cock. Being so up close and personal to the cock that was bound to re-arrange his guts made Wise aware that this was really happening.
“You’re going to have to let go of me if you want us to proceed, big guy.”
The titanium grip cemented on his ass reluctantly loosened to free the proxy. In a flash, Wise had dismounted and stepped away. Partly to recompose, but more importantly to finally be freed from the confines of his clothing.
As the proxy worked on discarding his shirt, the undeniable sound of schlicks from Lycaon pumping his own cock emanated behind him. Wise’s heart rate soared when he dropped his shirt and made eye contact with the sight of the thiren slowly sliding his hand up and down. It was a grueling challenge for the proxy to not fall on his knees when one of the massive mitts squeezed the red bulbous head, extracting a thick dollop of pre to then messily smother around with his other hand.
While undoing the button to his pants and pulling them down, impatience had taken root in Wise. He craved having those hands on his hips again, their lack of presence making him feel cold.
Stepping away from his pants, Wise couldn’t decide between approaching tantalizingly slowly and riling up his groaning partner, or to just saunter over and let the adrenaline coursing through him be a guide. Being so close to the edge of impending orgasm, the proxy opted for the latter, shivers traversing his spine as he crawled back on top of the thiren. The massive amounts of girth before him, so erect that it looked painful, was an intimidating sight to drink in.
Lycaon’s hands had returned to their rightful place, locking themselves onto the thin straddling hips. There were no more obstacles left between the wolf’s titanic cock, eager for the restrictively tight warmth about to envelop it.
With a deep breath, Wise leaned forward, struggling amateurishly to properly angle the slab of cock against his hole; the resulting effect serving only to tease Lycaon as his tip danced circles around the entrance. Temptation rose in the thiren to simply start pushing his hips upwards and just cram his member in there, but seeing Wise’s sheer focus and how hard he was biting his lip in determination, made the impatient wolf reconsider.
Once at the perfect angle, the proxy was able to commence his descent. Every bit of progress Wise made would sluggishly make his eyes roll back as his body adjusted to the sensation of throbbing cock stabbing into him. The pain subsided as quickly as it came, allowing him to keep pushing downward, more and more wolven cock filling him up.
“Ngh- You’re doing so well- I can’t believe how good this feels-”
If the strain in Lycaon’s voice wasn’t enough of a signal at the unbelievable pleasure, then the death grip he had on the sheets should’ve signaled just how good it felt to stretch the proxy’s hole. The thiren was in disbelief at how good it felt to fill something, that his lust-addled brain couldn’t help but skip ahead and daydream how good veritably fucking will feel. By raw instinct, succumbing to the delightfully tight bliss wrapping his cock, Lycaon’s hips rolled ever so slightly. Surprised by the movement, Wise let out a sharp inhale sounding like a hiss, momentary discomfort quickly dissipated by even greater satisfaction from being filled to the brim.
The noise of distress the proxy had emitted caused worry in Lycaon, one of his hands tenderly landing on top of the rider’s sternum, “Sorry Master, did I hurt you? We can stop if it’s too much-”
“Don’t you dare stop.” The moment the suggestion had been made, Wise was quick to interrupt in breathily heated panic. Despite his snapping reaction, his heart fluttered at the care his partner was showing.
After the brief pause, Wise had planted his hands down on his companions' pectorals, now ready to give them both what they craved. Pulling himself up, he felt so empty without the wolven dick inside him. Within moments of having reached nothing but the tip being left in him, in one swift motion Wise came crashing back down, immediately savoring not only the vast amounts of cock filling him once more, but also the dulcet tones of making his partner moan out loud.
The combination was so powerful that Wise didn’t pause for one moment before repeating the motion. And then again, and again. Developing a rhythm, he was now bouncing up and down at a gradual pace, watching gleefully as Lycaon’s head slowly tilted back in quiet euphoria.
Lycaon’s presence seemed to be fading, his focus shifting entirely into trying not to empty his cum-churning sack deep inside the proxy so as to keep the absolute pleasure going longer. In spite of this, the feeling of the tight grip going up and down his magnificent cock was so great that he couldn’t help but thrust upward, the temptation to meet his rider halfway on each descent too great.
“Lycaon- I want- More- Please”
Beckoning cries from the proxy are effective at snapping the thiren out of his autonomous movements, eager to deliver his partner’s desires. Lycaon’s complacent grip was renewed with distilled focus, happy to double down.
In a blitz, the thiren’s hips were now doing all the work. His titanic grip was holding his partner up, who couldn’t do anything but lean into wolf neck and moan indiscernibly while rapid-fire plaps pounded his hole.
“I can feel it- coming-” Lycaon’s voice was strained from holding back on finishing for so long, but all this buildup and marvelous feeling meant a big one was coming. Wise, still lost in mind-melting bliss from the specimen fucking him senseless, could tell there had been a shift. The amount of pre-cum that had built up inside him was starting to leak out, as well as the wolven member feeling stiffer than it did moments ago. It was as if the hard rod was ramping up in throbs to make room for the vast amounts of cum about to flow through.
Without mercy, one of Lycaon’s hands grabbed hold of the proxy’s nape, keeping him pressed to his neck as his ramping thrusts began faltering in rhythm.
In a final snap of his hips, burying the entirety of his stiff cock, Lycaon let out a guttural moan as his massive orgasm began, exploding deep inside his partner. Wise couldn’t hold back any longer, his own climax spraying pent up seed right onto the thiren’s abs.
Wise couldn’t help but whine at the first molten hot rope of cum filling him. Pride put a labored smile on the proxy, hearing his moaning partner violently erupt buried inside of him was a newfound addiction. The smells, the pheromones, the heart pounding sensations, his own climax more voluminous than ever he’s experienced before.
“Hngh- Take it-- All--”
Gush after gush of thick cum poured into the bloated proxy until there was no room left to dump more, it could only pour out onto the bed. The sound of their messy lovemaking continued relentlessly with ardent fervor as Lycaon’s hips didn’t stop bucking, every thrust accompanied with the spouting of more cum.
With the thiren’s orgasm dwindling, Wise was left trembling in pleasure. It was dawning on him of just how much he had drooled while muffled into Lycaon’s neck, and just how much cum had spilled everywhere.
A shlorp echoed in the room as Lycaon’s member left the sweet tight confines. “Sorry I got a little carried away there, Master.” The thiren’s voice was still winded.
Even more spent, Wise felt the need to reassure his partner, “that was- so good-” If every fiber of his being wasn’t spent, the proxy would probably already be trying to tease Lycaon into going another round. For the time being though, all he could do was let his body go slack and embrace the calm afterglow taking over his body.