Chapter 1: Introduction
The thick, pine-fragranced forest loomed before me, the foliage brushing gently against my bare thighs as I parted the greenery to pass by. I was clad in nothing besides a red hooded cape, a whimsical tribute to the Little Red Riding Hood tale I'd grown up loving. Except this time, I was a young, 18-year-old man named Robin, a twink wandering through the woods to my elderly grandmother's cottage nestled in the dense, primordial landscape that lay beyond.
I wasn't exactly sure why I was drawn to this old-fashioned attire, but there was something comforting about the soft, worn fabric against my skin, like a secret armor for my journey.
The sun peeked through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor as I trekked along the winding path. I hummed a tune, my backpack stuffed with fresh bread and a bottle of my mother's homemade jam, a peace offering for my grandmother's sweet tooth. I was looking forward to her warm hugs and the familiar scent of her house, a sanctuary amidst the wilderness.
But as I ventured deeper into the woods, an unsettling silence fell over the forest. The usual symphony of birdsong and rustling leaves hushed, replaced by an eerie stillness that prickled the hairs on the back of my neck.
Suddenly, a twig snapped behind me. I spun around, my heart pounding in my chest. "Hello?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. Nothing but the wind responded, its breath sighing through the trees. I shook off the sudden bout of nerves and continued on my way, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.
But the sensation lingered, a tickle at the back of my mind like a half-remembered dream. I quickened my pace, my breath misting in the cool air, when a voice, smooth as velvet and warm as honey, broke through the silence.
"Hey there, little one. Lost in the woods?"
I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. Turning around, I found myself face to face with a pair of piercing, golden eyes set in a face that was almost human, yet undeniably... other.
The creature before me was no ordinary wolf; he stood tall on his hind legs, his fur as sleek and black as a moonless night, with a white patch on his chest that resembled a crescent moon. His eyes held an intelligence that was almost human, and a smile played on his lips, revealing a set of sharp, gleaming teeth.
"Um, hello," I managed to stammer, clutching my backpack strap a little tighter. "I'm not lost, just visiting my grandmother."
The wolf chuckled, a sound that was both disarming and unsettling.
"Well, well, isn't that a coincidence? I was just on my way to see your grandmother too. She's such a lovely lady, always has the most delightful stories to share." He extended a paw, which I hesitantly shook. His grip was firm, his paw surprisingly warm and gentle. "I'm Wolfie, by the way. And you are?"
"Robin," I replied, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was having a conversation with a talking wolf. "And you live around here, Wolfie?"
Wolfie grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Oh, I make it my business to know these woods like the back of my paw. I've been around for... well, let's just say I've seen a few seasons come and go." He began to walk alongside me, his powerful form moving with an easy grace that belied his size. "So, Robin, what brings you to these parts? Besides your grandmother's famous apple pie, that is."
I chuckled, falling into step beside him. "Well, I wanted to surprise her, really.
She's been alone since Grandpa passed, and I thought some company might do her good," I said, my cheeks flushing slightly at the admission. I hadn't realized how much I missed her until now.
Wolfie nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "That's very kind of you, Robin. It's rare to find such thoughtfulness in one so young." He cast me a sidelong glance, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Then again, I suppose you're not your average young man, are you?"
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.
"And what makes you say that, Wolfie?"
He chuckled, a sound that was both infectious and disarming. "Oh, I've lived long enough to recognize a spark when I see one. You've got it, Robin. A certain je ne sais quoi that sets you apart from the rest."
I felt my cheeks grow warm at the compliment, but I pushed the blush away, playing it cool. "Well, I suppose that's one way to put it." I glanced sidelong at him, my curiosity piqued.
Wolfie showed him the path and Robin went on his way, Wolfie ran ahead to Robin's grandmother's house.
Wolfie quietly opened the door and found Robin's grandmother on the bed, he knocked her out with chloroform and put her in the upstairs closet and went on her bed.
He put on her nightgown and waited for Robin to arrive.
Meanwhile, Robin continued to walk through the forest, Wolfie's words echoing in his mind. He couldn't deny that there was something about the wolf that intrigued him, a certain charisma that was both alluring and dangerous. But he pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.
As he approached his grandmother's cottage, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, but he attributed it to the eerie silence that still hung heavy in the air.
He pushed the door open, a creak echoing through the quiet house. "Grandma?" he called out, stepping inside. "I'm home."
No response. The house was unnaturally still, as if holding its breath. Robin's heart beat a little faster as he set his backpack down on the kitchen table and made his way towards the staircase leading up to her bedroom.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he noticed that the door to her room was slightly ajar, just like the front door. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Something felt... off.
He took a deep breath, pushing the door open slowly, revealing the dimly lit room beyond. The air was thick with the scent of his grandmother's favorite lavender perfume, mixed with something else - a faint, underlying note that sent a shiver down his spine.
His eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar furniture, the quilted blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed. And then, his gaze landed on the figure lying under the covers, the rise and fall of their chest barely perceptible. He stepped closer, his heart pounding in his ears.
The figure on the bed didn't stir, even as he approached, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug beneath his feet. He reached out a tentative hand, his fingers brushing against the shoulder of the person beneath the covers. They were warm, but something wasn't right. This person was smaller, their frame less robust than his grandmother's. he whispered, uncertainty lacing his voice. The figure stirred slightly, turning towards him, and Robin's breath hitched in his throat as a pair of golden eyes blinked open, meeting his gaze.
"Robin," the figure purred, a smile spreading across their face.
It was Wolfie, his eyes gleaming in the dim light, his fur hidden beneath the quilt, save for the white patch on his chest peeking out. "I've been waiting for you."
I stumbled back, shock coursing through me. "Wolfie? What are you doing here? Where's my grandmother?" I demanded, my voice shaking as I tried to process the sight before me.
Wolfie sat up, the blanket pooling around his waist, revealing his broad, furless chest. He was no longer the wolf I'd met in the woods, but a man, or something that looked like one.
His golden eyes held a mischievous glint, and his smile was a predatory baring of teeth. "Oh, don't worry about your grandmother, Robin. She's just taking a little nap. She'll be none the wiser for our little... reunion." He patted the bed beside him, his eyes never leaving mine. "Now, where were we?"
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "We weren't anywhere, Wolfie. I came here to see my grandmother, not... not whatever this is." I gestured wildly, my hands shaking. "You need to leave.
Wolfie: Oh I'm not going anywhere.
Wolfie threw Robin on the bed, and he kissed him passionately. Robin pushed him away, but Wolfie held him down and continued kissing him.
Robin: Stop! What are you doing?
Wolfie: I'm just having a little fun. Besides, you can't resist me, can you?
Robin: Let me go, this is wrong!
Wolfie: Wrong? Nothing about this feels wrong, Robin. You're enjoying this as much as I am.
Robin felt a stirring in his pants, he couldn't deny that there was something about Wolfie that excited him. But he knew this was wrong, he shouldn't be feeling this way about a wolf.
Wolfie put Robin's arms up and he licked his chest with his tongue . Robin squirmed at the sensation, but Wolfie held him down.
Wolfie: You taste delicious, Robin.
Robin: Stop it, please.
Wolfie: I can't stop, you're too tempting.
Robin: Why are you doing this?
Wolfie: Because I can. Because you're here, and you're delicious.
Robin: But I'm not food.
Wolfie: No, you're not. You're something much more tantalizing.
Wolfie licked up Robin's neck and bit his ear gently. Robin gasped at the sensation, his body betraying him as he felt himself growing hard.
He tried to push the thought away, but it was proving difficult with Wolfie's warm, wet tongue tracing patterns on his skin, his sharp teeth grazing his flesh ever so gently.
"Wolfie, please," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't right."
Wolfie pulled back, his golden eyes searching Robin's face. "Why not, Robin? Because I'm a wolf? Because I'm not human like you?" He leaned in, his breath hot on Robin's ear.
"Or is it because you're enjoying this far more than you should, and that scares you?"
Robin's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't deny the truth in Wolfie's words. There was something terrifyingly exhilarating about this, about the raw, primal desire that coursed through his veins, ignited by the wolf's touch. Yet, he knew he had to put an end to this, no matter how much his body betrayed him.
Wolfie took off the nightgown revealing his muscular body covered in soft fur. He stood up and walked around the bed, his eyes never leaving Robin's. He leaned down and grabbed Robin's ankles, pulling him down the bed until his legs hung off the edge. He knelt down, his face level with Robin's crotch. He looked up at Robin, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Wolfie, what are you doing?" Robin asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Just enjoying the view," Wolfie replied, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached out and ran a claw gently along the inside of Robin's thigh, making him shiver.
"You're beautiful, Robin. So soft, so... human." His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down Robin's spine.
"Please, Wolfie," Robin whispered, his voice ragged. "Don't do this."
Wolfie chuckled, a sound that was both comforting and terrifying. "Oh, Robin. I've already started." His golden eyes locked onto Robin's, holding him captive as he leaned in, his breath hot on Robin's crotch.
Robin squirmed, trying to break free, but Wolfie's grip was unyielding.
A wave of panic crashed over him, but it was quickly followed by a surge of heat as Wolfie's breath ghosted over his bulge. He bit back a moan, his body betraying him once again.
"Wolfie, please," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't right. You're scaring me."
Wolfie paused, his eyes flicking up to meet Robin's. "Scaring you? Or exciting you?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I can smell your arousal, Robin.
Your body wants this, even if your mind is telling you otherwise." Wolfie's voice was a low rumble, vibrating through Robin's very core. He could feel the truth in the wolf's words, his body aching with a need he couldn't quite understand.
"B-but I don't... I mean, I've never..." Robin stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He pushed himself up on his elbows, his eyes darting between Wolfie's intense gaze and the clear outline of the wolf's own arousal straining against his thigh.
Wolfie smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Never with a wolf, you mean?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low purr. "There's a first time for everything, Robin. And I promise, I'll make it... memorable."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I should protest, should demand that he let me go, but the words refused to come out. Instead, I found myself asking, "What do you mean, 'make it memorable'?"
Wolfie's grin widened, revealing a set of sharp, white teeth.
"Well, Robin, I could show you all sorts of things. Things you've never even imagined." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I could teach you about the wild, the untamed. About giving in to your desires, no matter how taboo they may seem."
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. There was something about Wolfie's words, about the way he was looking at me, that made me feel alive in a way I never had before. It was terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly intoxicating.
Wolfie took off Robin's pants revealed his cock and started to lick it, Robin gasped at the sensation, his body jerking at the unexpected contact. Wolfie held him down, his strong hands gripping Robin's hips as he continued to lick and suck, his tongue swirling around the head of Robin's cock. He could feel the heat building in his core, his body tensing as Wolfie's tongue brought him closer and closer to the edge.
"Wolfie, please," he panted, his voice ragged. "I can't...
I can't hold back anymore," I gasped, my fingers tangling in Wolfie's dark fur, my body writhing beneath his expert touch. He looked up at me, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he reveled in it.
"Let go, Robin," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Give in to it. I won't let you fall."
Those words, that promise, were my undoing.
I let go, giving in to the wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. My body arched off thebed, a primal, guttural groan escaping me as I climaxed, my release cascading over Wolfie's willing tongue. He seemed delighted with his victory, his eyes shining brightly as he held me tight, his embrace warm and comforting.
But as the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, reality gradually returned. The realization of what had happened washed over me, my chest tightening as I struggled to catch my breath.
I pushed Wolfie away, my body still tingling from the aftermath of my orgasm, my mind racing with a mix of confusion, shame, and something else - something I refused to acknowledge.
"Get off me," I spat, my voice shaking as I scrambled away from him, pulling my pants up as I went. Wolfie watched me, his expression unreadable, his golden eyes following my every movement.
"Robin, wait," he began, his voice soft, persuasive. "There's no need to be upset.
We both enjoyed ourselves, didn't we?" Wolfie said, his voice smooth and calm, like a predator trying to soothe its prey.
I glared at him, my cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. "Enjoyed ourselves? You mean you enjoyed taking advantage of me, you... you animal!" I spat, my voice shaking with barely contained rage.
Wolfie cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Taking advantage? Robin, you're the one who came here, to my territory.
You're the one who sought me out, who engaged in this dance with me. Don't act like you're some innocent little lamb, when you've been playing the wolf all along."
I stared at him, my mouth agape. "That's... that's not true. I came here to see my grandmother, not to... to do this." I gestured wildly between us, my cheeks burning with humiliation.
Wolfie chuckled, a sound that was both infuriating and enticing. Always so naive, so innocent. You can't hide your true nature from me.
I've seen it, Robin. The spark in your eyes, the way you carry yourself - you're not just some timid little thing. You're a force to be reckoned with, and you know it. You came here looking for something, and you found it. With me.
I shook my head, his words striking a chord within me that I didn't want to acknowledge. "That's not true," I insisted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't come here for... for this." I gestured vaguely between us, my cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.
"I don't know what you think this is, Wolfie, but it's not... it's not who I am."
Wolfie raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really? Then who are you, Robin? Tell me, what does an innocent little lamb like you do in the big, bad world?"
I bristled at the mocking tone in his voice, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. "I'm not a lamb, okay? I'm just... I'm just me.
Robin. A guy who likes to read, who loves his grandmother, who's trying to figure out this whole life thing, you know?" I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I didn't come here to... to do whatever this is with you."
Wolfie's smirk faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. He regarded me for a moment, his golden eyes searching mine. "You know, Robin, I've lived a long time. Long enough to see people for who they truly are, beneath all the layers they hide behind. And I see you.
I see the strength in you, the passion, the fire. You're not just some meek little human, Robin. You're a force of nature, and you're just beginning to understand your own power."
I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "You don't know anything about me, Wolfie. You're just some... some wolf, preying on unsuspecting humans."
Wolfie chuckled, a sound that was both infuriating and alluring. "Preying? Oh, Robin, you make it sound so sinister. I prefer to think of it as... guiding.
I help those who are lost, both literally and figuratively, find their way. And sometimes, that means showing them things they never knew they wanted to see."
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of my mouth. "You make it sound like you're some sort of... of forest fairy godmother."
Wolfie laughed, a sound that was both infectious and annoying. "Well, I suppose that's one way to put it. Although, I prefer to think of myself as more of a... mentor.
Someone who helps others discover their true potential, their deepest desires." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky growl. "And sometimes, Robin, those desires are dark, taboo, and utterly exhilarating." There was something about the way he was looking at me, about the intensity in his golden eyes, that made it difficult to think straight. "I... I don't know what you mean," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
I can't be." I murmured to myself, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I won't give in to those desires." I whispered, a mixture of fear and excitement in my tone.
Wolfie made a tsking sound, standing as he walked around the bed to stand next to me. "You say that now, but your body is telling me a different story. The way you reacted when I... touched you.
You wanted it.
I could see it in your eyes, hear it in your breathless moans. You can't lie to me, Robin. I can smell your desire, like a sweet perfume that clings to your skin." Wolfie's voice was a low growl, his golden eyes locked onto mine, holding me captive in their intense gaze. I couldn't deny the truth in his words, no matter how much I wanted to. My body had betrayed me, responding to his touch with an intensity that both terrified and exhilarated me.
I had never felt anything like it - the way my heart pounded in my chest, the way my breath caught in my throat, the way my body ached for more. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and utterly terrifying.
But I couldn't let him know that. I couldn't let him see just how much he affected me. So, I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and met his gaze head-on.
"Maybe you're right," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Maybe I did enjoy it. But that doesn't mean I want to do it again.
I'm..." I hesitated, struggling to articulate the muddled emotions swirling within me. I finally managed, "I'm just not sure who I am anymore. After what happened... I can't help but wonder if I'm changed somehow. And I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing."
Wolfie nodded, a sympathetic expression on his face. "Change is an inevitable part of life, Robin. But sometimes, change can be beautiful. Sometimes, it can unlock things within us that we never knew existed.
Like a door opening to a hidden room, revealing treasures we never knew we had.
I sighed, running a hand through my disheveled hair. "I just... I need some time to process all this, you know? To figure out what I want, who I am."
Wolfie nodded, his expression softening. "I understand, Robin. I do. But remember, I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Or if you need... other things." He winked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I can be quite persuasive when I want to be."
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the small smile that played on my lips. "I don't doubt that for a second," I muttered, turning away from him to gather my thoughts. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "Look, Wolfie, I appreciate... everything. I really do. But I can't just... I can't just jump into this, whatever 'this' is.
I need to think, to understand what I'm feeling and why. And I can't do that with you... distracting me." I gestured vaguely towards him, my cheeks flushing at the memory of his touch.
Wolfie chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Distracting you, hmm? I like the sound of that." He stepped closer, his golden eyes locked onto mine.
I held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. "No, Wolfie. I'm serious.
Then the woodsman came in , he saw the situation and immediately grabbed his axe.
Woodsman: Get away from her, you filthy beast!
Wolfie: Oh, you must be the hero of the story. How cliché.
Woodsman: I said, get away from her!
Woodsman lunged at Wolfie with his axe, but Wolfie was quicker. He dodged the blow and counterattacked, pinning the woodsman to the ground with his powerful paws.
Robin: Wolfie, stop! He's just trying to protect me.
Wolfie: He's trying to hurt me, Robin.
Can't you see that? He's just another human, trying to take what he wants.
Robin: No, he's not like that. He's a good man, he's just scared. Please, Wolfie, let him go.
Wolfie looked at Robin, his golden eyes softening. He let out a sigh and released the woodsman, who scrambled away, panting and trembling.
Woodsman: You... you're not natural. You should be locked up, or killed.
Wolfie: And you, dear woodsman, are a fool. But I'll let you live, for Robin's sake.
Remember this, human - I could have ended you in an instant. Your pathetic attempts at heroics are laughable.
The woodsman, still panting, glared at Wolfie but wisely kept his distance. He turned to Robin, his expression a mix of concern and disgust.
Woodsman: Are you alright, child? That... that creature, it didn't hurt you, did it?
Robin: I'm fine, really. He didn't hurt me. He just... confused me.
Wolfie chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Robin's spine.
"You make it sound like I'm some sort of monster, Robin. I assure you, I'm not. different." He paused, his golden eyes searching Robin's face. "But I can understand why you might be scared. This world isn't always kind to those who are different."
Robin sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm not scared, Wolfie. I'm just... confused. I don't know what to think, what to feel. This entire situation is so... surreal." "I know it must be overwhelming, Robin.
But remember, I'm here to help. I can guide you through this, if you'll let me." Wolfie's voice was a low rumble, his golden eyes filled with sincerity.
Robin looked at him, a mix of emotions tugging at his heart. He wanted to trust Wolfie, to believe that the wolf truly meant him no harm. But the rational part of his brain screamed at him to be cautious, to remember the stories of the big bad wolf, the predator lurking in the shadows. I don't know, Wolfie," Robin said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Wolfie: Shh.
Wolfie kisses him and Robin kisses him back
, feeling the warmth and power of the wolf's body envelop him. Robin lets out a soft moan, his hands running through the soft fur of the wolf's chest.
Robin: I don't want to regret this, Wolfie.
Wolfie: You won't regret it, I promise. You need to release, to let go of your inhibitions, and let yourself embrace your desires. I can help you with that.
Robin: Yes, I want to do that. I want to feel the way you make me feel.
I want to let go and explore the boundaries of my desires, with you as my guide.
Wolfie's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with approval. You're making the right decision, Robin. You can trust me. I would never harm you.
Robin's heart raced as he allowed himself to be swept up in the moment, letting go of his reservations and doubts. He felt the wolf's body heat, the pulse of his heart, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
The woodsman has a boner from watching them kiss Robin noticed, but didn't say anything.
"Wolfie, I trust you. I want this, I want you to show me the world of pleasure I've been missing." As those words escaped his lips, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he embraced this unfamiliar feeling that swarmed his body.
Wolfie grinned, his tongue darting out to lick his chops. "Glad to hear that, Robin. Let's begin, shall we?"
Robin gulped, his heart racing.
"So, what now?"
Wolfie's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, we play a game."
Robin raised an eyebrow. "A game?"
Wolfie nodded, his tail swishing behind him. "Yes, a game of trust. You see, Robin, I want to show you that you can let go, that you can trust someone - even a wolf like me - to guide you through the darkest, most taboo desires of your heart."
Robin hesitated, chewing on his lower lip. "And what if I can't?
What if I can't let go, Wolfie? What if I'm too... too broken?"
Wolfie's expression softened, and he reached out, gently cupping Robin's cheek in his large, fur-covered hand. "Everyone is broken in some way, Robin. It's what makes us unique, what gives us our strength. But sometimes, those broken pieces need help finding their way back together. Let me help you, Robin. Let me be your guide."
Robin took a deep breath, his eyes searching Wolfie's. He saw only sincerity and understanding in the wolf's golden gaze, and he made his decision.
"Okay, Wolfie. I'll play your game. Show me how to trust, how to let go."
Wolfie's grin returned, wider than ever. "Excellent! Now, close your eyes."
Robin hesitated, then did as he was told. He felt the world around him shift as Wolfie moved, the rustling of leaves and the soft padding of paws on the forest floor signaling the wolf's repositioning.
"Now, Robin, I want you to listen carefully. I'm going to describe something to you, and I want you to imagine it.
Can you do that for me, Robin?" Wolfie's voice was a low purr, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered the words.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, I can do that."
"Good," he murmured, his voice taking on a dreamlike quality. "Imagine a room, Robin. A room filled with the soft glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of sweet, exotic flowers. The walls are lined with plush, velvet pillows in every shade of red imaginable, from the deepest crimson to the softest blush.
The floor is covered in a thick, rich carpet that tickles your bare feet, inviting you to sink into it, to lose yourself in the sensation.
In the center of the room, there's a large, circular bed, draped in silken sheets the color of a summer's dawn. It's piled high with cushions and pillows, a veritable mountain of comfort and indulgence.
Now, Robin, I want you to picture yourself in this room. You're standing in the center, the soft carpet beneath your feet, the warm glow of the candles enveloping you.
You're naked, your clothes discarded somewhere along the way, and you feel no shame, no embarrassment. Instead, you feel alive, your senses heightened, your body tingling with anticipation.
Now, Robin, I want you to turn around. Slowly," Wolfie's voice commanded, his tone gentle yet firm. I did as he said, my breath hitching as I took in the sight before me. Wolfie was naked
, his powerful body on full display. His fur that stretched taut over lean muscles. His shoulders were broad, his chest sculpted, and his abs... well, they were enough to make any man or woman swoon. But it was what lay below his waist that truly caught my attention. His cock was thick and long, standing proud and erect, a testament to his arousal.
A blush crept up my cheeks, and I quickly averted my gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. "Wolfie, I...
Wolfie kisses him and the woodsman who wants in on the action, kissed Robin too and triple kiss , Robin kissed both of them back, feeling the warmth and power of both bodies envelop him. Robin lets out a soft moan, his hands running through the soft fur of the wolf's chest and the woodsman's muscular arms. Woodsman: And I don't want to miss out on this, Robin. Woodsman: And I can help too, Robin.
I can show you pleasure you've never imagined.
Robin pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss with Wolfie and turning to face the woodsman. "But... you're not a creature. You're a man."
Woodsman: So are you, Robin. And I can be just as wild, just as primal as any beast. Let me show you.
Robin looked between the two, his heart racing. He felt a thrill at the thought of being with both of them, of exploring the depths of his desires with these two powerful, dominant men. But he also felt a pang of uncertainty.
He had never been with more than one person before, and the thought of it both excited and terrified him. He looked into the woodsman's eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or malice, but all he saw was a fierce determination and a hunger that mirrored his own.
"Robin, the woodsman can join us if that's what you want," Wolfie said, his voice a low rumble. "But remember, this is your journey. You're the one in control here. You say yes, or you say no. Understand?"
Robin nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Okay."
Wolfie's smile widened, and he turned to the woodsman. "Then I suggest we proceed with the game. Why don't you start, my friend?"
The woodsman nodded and stepped forward, his hands reaching out to gently touch Robin's shoulders. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against Robin's neck, making him shiver with pleasure.
"You're so beautiful, Robin," the woodsman murmured. "So innocent and pure, yet so full of passion and desire.
I've wanted you from the moment I saw you, and now, I finally get the chance to taste your sweetness."
His words sent waves of pleasure coursing through Robin's body, and he couldn't help but lean into his touch. As the woodsman's lips traveled down his neck and onto his chest, Robin gasped as he felt Wolfie's hands brushing against his thighs, slowly moving upwards.
"And I'll show you how to truly let go, Robin," Wolfie said, his voice a low purr.
Wolfie began to massage Robin's legs gently, while the woodsman continued to explore Robin's chest with his mouth and hands. The sensation of two men touching him, pleasuring him, was overwhelming and exciting all at once. He felt a heat building in his core, his heart racing as his breath caught in his throat.
"You feel that, Robin?" Wolfie asked him, a knowing smile on his face.
"Can you feel the way your body responds to our touch, the way it craves more?"
Robin could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as the woodsman's hands found their way to his erection, stroking it gently while Wolfie's fingers teased the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He felt a surge of pleasure course through him, and he let out a soft moan, his back arching slightly.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Wolfie whispered, his breath hot against Robin's ear.
"Let's explore this desire together, shall we?"
Robin, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body, could only whimper in response. Wolfie took that as a yes, and he and the woodsman began to explore Robin's body with renewed vigor.
The woodsman's hands continued to stroke Robin's erection, while Wolfie's fingers teased the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, moving ever closer to his most intimate place. Robin squirmed, his breath coming in short gasps, as he struggled to process the flood of sensations overwhelming his senses.
The woodsman's strong hands on his cock, Wolfie's gentle teasing of his inner thighs, the soft fur beneath his fingertips - it was all too much, and yet, not enough.
"Please," Robin gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I need more."
Wolfie chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down Robin's spine. "Patience, my dear. We're just getting started."
The woodsman, seemingly eager to please, obliged by leaning down and taking Robin's cock into his mouth.
The sensation was unlike anything Robin had ever experienced - the warmth, the wetness, the gentle suction - it was almost too much to bear. He let out a cry, his hips bucking reflexively, as the woodsman's tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock.
Meanwhile, Wolfie's fingers had found their way to Robin's entrance, gently teasing the tight ring of muscle. Robin tensed at first, the sensation new and slightly uncomfortable, but Wolfie was patient, his touch gentle and coaxing.
He whispered soft words of encouragement, his breath warm against Robin's ear. "Relax, Robin. Trust me, this will feel incredible. Just focus on the pleasure the woodsman is giving you. Let it consume you."
Robin took a deep breath and tried to do as Wolfie suggested. He focused on the woodsman's mouth, the way his tongue danced along his length, the way his lips tightened around him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he felt his body beginning to relax, to open up to Wolfie's touch.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Wolfie pushed a finger inside him.