Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2010 19:00:30 +0000
From: john aldridge <pegasusunicorn52@msn.com>
Subject: The Wolf 07

This story contains sexual scenes between males of different species.
	If this type of material offends then you should not read
it. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age—no matter where you
live in the world—you are not to read this story by law.
	This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living
or dead or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
	The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication
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Copyright © 2010 EJA


THE WOLF

By

EJA

From Chapter Six:
	As the beast fell, Marrok seized his chance and launched himself
straight at the beast's neck. There was a bony crunch and the creature
snorted mucus from its nostrils that caught Marrok square in the eyes
before the light went out of its own.
	Marrok fell to the ground, shaking his head and staggering blindly
about the area. Davy quickly rushed to his aid. **What's wrong, my love?**
the boy asked of the wolf.
	**I'm blind, Davy,** Marrok replied, still shaking his
head. **Whatever that was that came out of its nose, has rendered me blind
as a bat. I'll be no use to you as a protector now, I'm afraid.**

Chapter Seven


**Don't say that!** Davy reprimanded the wolf. **You're still my protector
and I'd have no other! We'll think of something, you can bet your life on
it!**
	**What, then?** queried Marrok in a tone that Davy found
unsettling. **How are we going to get my sight back? I know of nothing in
this world that can cure it.**
	But the glimmer of an idea had taken root in Davy's mind. He
pondered it for a few minutes, allowing Marrok to read the direction it was
going.
	**Are you sure it'll work?** the wolf asked when he saw the idea in
its full form.
	**I told you about how I was seduced by a big dog, didn't I?** the
boy asked him,
	**Yes.**
	**But I didn't tell you about the time we switched places—not
physically, I have to say, but mentally. For a while I was able to see what
the dog was seeing—namely me. It was like I was fucking me. Now, I ask
you, what's to stop me trying to reverse the situation and allowing you to
see what I can see?**
	**We can but try,** Marrok replied. **If it doesn't work I'll be no
worse off than I am now.**
	Davy's talent at controlling animals had never been needed more
than at this moment. Sweating profusely—partly because of the humidity
as well as the problem—the boy focussed on the dead body of the Zyzek,
gradually expanding his vision until it took in the whole clearing.
	Then, with another part of his brain, he looked for Marrok's
mind. It took him a while since he wasn't used to focussing on two things
at the same time. However, Davy found Marrok's mind and arrived at the most
difficult part; gifting the wolf with his own sight rather than the other
way round.
	Suddenly Marrok gave a startled whine. **I can see something, my
love!** he said. **I can see the clearing and the dead beast! You've done
it!** He began to dance—albeit wolf-like—around the glade in a
humorous display of exuberance.
	Davy laughed so much his head tilted up and he looked at the tops
of the trees. That had the effect of sobering the wolf up and stopping his
prancing. **Sorry,** he apologised, **I forgot for a moment that I was
seeing things through your eyes.**
	**Don't worry, my love, I'm sure we'll soon get used to sharing my
sight.**
	Before leaving the scene of their most recent triumph—and their
most humiliating failure—Marrok and Davy practised looking at various
objects and having the wolf describe what he was seeing.
	After an hour the pair felt reasonably confident that they could
weather any problem that arose—at least until a cure could be
found. They would have to avoid any dangerous confrontations, if possible,
since, as Davy's protector, the wolf would be at a distinct disadvantage in
any sort of scrap.
	Davy climbed on Marrok's back and, laying his head on top of his
mate's, simply looked in the same direction as the wolf. That way the
animal was able to pick his way through the jungle with unerring accuracy.
	There had been occasions in the past when, because of the monotony
of their journey, Davy had fallen asleep on Marrok's back. He couldn't do
that now, since everything depended on his eyes staying open.
	Finally another glade came into view with a trickling stream
running at its edge.
	**Shall we rest here?** Davy asked, his eyelids heavy from keeping
them open for such an extended period of time. **We should be refreshed
after a good night's sleep.**
	**Wise words indeed,** the wolf agreed, **but before we sleep I
want to try something.**
	Davy knew exactly what was on Marrok's mind since it had occupied
his thoughts all during this day's trek. They hadn't indulged in sex for
over a month now and both were keenly feeling its absence. Davy needed to
have something substantial buried inside of him and Marrok needed the same
thing—albeit from a different perspective.
	The boy climbed off the wolf's back and lay over a moss-covered
log, his ass at the correct height for their respective bodies.
	Marrok stepped closer and sniffed at the upraised anus. Because
Davy's eyes were closed in anticipation of the sexual experience ahead the
great wolf couldn't see the object of his affection. But his sense of smell
was on target and he took in the boy's excited emissions.
	Then Davy gasped as Marrok's tongue plunged unerringly in his crack
in an attempt to find the boy's love tunnel. In an effort to widen his ass
crack for the invasion, Davy drew his knees up to the log and pulled open
his cheeks.
	Marrok's tongue began exploring the crack and the puckered ring of
his ass. In a matter of seconds it was inside the boy's hole and massaging
his prostate, causing Davy to moan and for his cock to become even harder.
	All of Davy's senses seemed to gather and concentrate on the valley
and the pit inside it. He began to utter incoherent sounds and his whole
body twitched the deeper the probing tongue went.
	Blind though he was Marrok knew what he was doing and what he
wanted to do. He wanted to widen the tight hole to take his cock—he
sensed it would be the larger version since he had gone for weeks without
feeling the inside of Davy—so his tongue delved even further into the
boy's anus, widening him incrementally.
	Davy's mind began to spin out of control, heat surging through him
as his lover ate him out. His hips began to buck around his probing tongue
and he heard the wolf growl softly. Above them the sun, partially obscured
by a misty haze, bathed the pair in its warm glow.
	The boy shook his head, groaning audibly, his whole body quaking
from the feelings the wolf was producing in him, the tongue stimulating him
beyond his ability to focus. He started twisting and writhing, lifting his
head and arching his back as Marrok's probing tongue went even deeper into
his darkness. Davy could scarce believe that this animal could bring all
this erotic pleasure out of him with just his tongue.
	Finally Davy was unable to take any more—he needed to feel the
wolf's cock instead of its tongue in him. He gave a vocal utterance to his
desperate need. `Oh Marrok, you wonderful beast,' he moaned. `Take me. Do
it, go on, do it.'
	Marrok failed to understand the words but their meaning was clear
to him. But, instead of succumbing to Davy's demands, the wolf kept up his
tongue's rape of his hole and prostate.
	Finally Davy was there. Great globs of cum shot from his balls, up
the tube to erupt with a force that bathed the log with juice. The boy
screamed his joy; he would willingly have died at that moment, such was the
pleasure generated by Marrok's talented tongue. Wave after wave of pure
sensation swept the youth as he bucked and humped against the animal's
maw. His hips lifted from the log as he experienced that unparalleled
wonder.
	The boy's mind reeled through all sorts of images—images of sex
with animals, images of sex with a variety of men as well as images of
nothing sexual—all passed swiftly through his mind's eye. The final
image was of himself as a wolf and he and Marrok hunting together, their
bodies covered with blood; Davy had become feral as he fought for his
release. His pleasure knew no bounds.
	But Marrok wasn't done. He kept up the licking although his mate
had begun to relax, to come down from the high to which the wolf had
transported him. His tongue was like a miniature version of his cock,
stroking back and forth, fucking the boy and massaging his prostate again
and again.
	Davy by now was completely off the log, his only contact was his
hands, supporting his upper torso. Most of the boy's ass was inside the
wolf's maw, every spare inch of tongue buried deep inside the heated
ass. Davy's feet dangled inches off the ground and he was moaning his
pleasure to the jungle surrounding them.
	Finally the boy's feet began to feel the jungle grass once more as
Marrok lowered him back to terra firma. The boy draped himself over the log
once more and waited, knowing he was about to be fucked.
	Marrok's paws went about Davy's waist as he repositioned himself
over the log and his lover.
	**Use me Marrok,** Davy transmitted. **I'm yours to use for as long
as you see fit. I'm yours and will always be yours for as long as we
live—and long after both of us have passed on. I love you.**
	**I love you, too,** Marrok told him as his cock plunged
full-length into the boy's waiting chasm, piercing the dark, so recently
vacated by the wolf's tongue.
	Once again his love button was massaged by flesh, causing another
rise of passion, sharp and sweet. Marrok's cock began thrusting frantically
in and out. He was growling as he lowered his muzzle and his tongue licked
the back of Davy's neck.
	Davy soared to new heights and his hips bucked backward in an
effort to impale himself on this wonderful weapon. Heat at the point of
contact began to radiate from his anus and bathe his tummy. The boy was
pressed to the log, the wolf's prick giving him nothing but pleasure, an
erotic zinging filling him from his hair-line to his feet. Given that the
cock was once more massaging his love button Davy knew he would soon be
coming again, probably without even trying.
	By now Marrok's thrusts had become frenzied, opening up Davy's ass,
filling the boy's entire body with ecstasy. His head shaking, he growled in
a passable imitation of his lover. The boy pushed himself off the log as
more and more of this wonderful cock sank into him.
	The wolf's tempo was impossibly fast and his hips were blurring,
such was the speed. Finally Marrok froze and howled in full voice; he could
probably be heard in the cave housing the Pool of Life.
	The sound brought Davy off, the same release the boy had had with
Marrok's tongue, although this was infinitely more powerful. The boy's skin
felt as if it were on fire as Marrok's liquid jetted into his ass, bathing
the walls before spurting deeper into the boy.
	And still Marrok continued to cum, filling every part of him with
wolf semen; animal essence. Davy's head sunk until all he could see was the
log as the wolf stayed inside of him, still stretching its home and nudging
his prostate.
	Davy heard a keening sound that wasn't really wolf-like at all. It
took him a few seconds to realise he was making the sound although his
climax was almost done. But Marrok's underbelly was a comfort to the boy
and he realised he would be just as happy to remain in this
position—wedged between the wolf and the log—to the end of days.
	Finally the pair became detached and the wolf stepped back,
allowing Davy to slide off the log, his ass cheeks showing the evidence of
their recent activity, and collapse in a boneless heap at its base.
	**Wow, that was intense!** the boy declared when he was able to
fashion a coherent thought. **I know we've not known each other long but,
that will definitely be one to remember.**
	Marrok had collapsed beside him. **You've become special to me in
the short time you mention,** he told Davy. **I really wanted you to know
how it was with me. I don't think I've told you just how much I love you
but I hope what we just did proves it.**
	**And then some,** was Davy's response. **If you were human and we
were back in the real world I would be asking you to marry me.** Men could
marry men in his old village and Davy assumed it was the same in other
parts of the world.
	**Strange custom, this marriage business you speak of,** Marrok
replied. **If two are accustomed to each other then why this ceremony?**
	**My knowledge of history doesn't go back that far, I'm afraid. Who
knows what customs came with the original settlers on this world? Anyway, I
guess we should get some sleep,** Davy suggested. **We've still a ways to
go yet. I sure wish we were out of this steaming jungle,** he finished.
	**I wish it too,** Marrok said, closing his eyes over Davy's
vision.
	The pair slept.
	Davy dreamed about his mother again. This time she was telling him
how to restore Marrok's sight. Then, content that her son understood what
she was telling him, she vanished to allow him to get a full night's sleep.
	The next morning Davy was awake before Marrok. He remembered his
mother's instructions and took one of the fruit they gathered from the vine
when he fell ill. However, this time, he had been instructed to pulp the
fruit.
	In a short while the boy has pulverised the fruit and applied it to
Marrok's eyes, instructing him to leave it there. Finally, after the
requisite two hour waiting period, the boy led Marrok to the stream and
told him to bathe his head in the liquid. Marrok did so and the pulp was
washed away.
	To the wolf's amazement he found he could see without Davy's
vision. Again the wolf danced his canine dance and this time Davy joined
him. He had already switched off their connection and, for the first time
in ages, they look at the world with happiness in them.

##To be continued##

That's it for Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight will see them leave the jungle
after just one more—less deadly, more humorous—encounter and set out
across the grassy plain toward the mountains that house the Pool of Life;
their goal is almost within reach. However, there are menaces out on this
plain that cause them a few problems.

Once again I want to thank everyone who came forward with suggestions for
the wolf's name as well as all those who encouraged me to keep going with
this story. I'm happy to do so.


One final note: there will be a delay of about a week before the next
chapter appears. This is because I have to go into hospital for an
operation (it isn't life-threatening) but I will need a few days to
recuperate. Hence my saying the chapter will take about a week. Rest
assured Chapter Eight will follow in the fullness of time.

EJA

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