HD: The Feral
 

The Night. The Beautiful Tranquility of the Night.
For the Hunters, for the demons, for those listed as unseen 
by Day Dwellers. A sanctuary and a phase, destiny and 
legends unfold upon the lands, undisturbed since time 
immemorial. 
That is what Night was, now and forever.

	Yet tonight, it was different. It was a mission and one 
he didn't even know he could complete. He was sent to 
hunt down a group of thieves or raiders of sorts that had 
been hijacking caravans and travelers. Not only were these 
fuckers taking from those seeking to trade or find a new 
home, but they were also killing families. 
	It didn't matter who, be it man, mer or beastfolk, 
families were supposed to be untouched. Yet, reports of 
dead children were amongst the counted as Human, 
Khajiit, Argonian, Elf or Others, slaughtered or taken.

	They were supposed to be the innocents of the world, 
the last shred of what should have remained neutral, even 
with the Civil War, and they were to stay away from the 
bloodshed. They... did not honor that and for that, they 
were to pay with their lives.

    He ran for hours, not caring of the fatigue or hunger, 
that he would state that with their flesh. His nose picked up 
a scent off a trail passing Helgen, heading to the 
mountains. As the scent grew stronger, he finally noted that 
not far in the distance, was a thrown cart, along with notes 
of bodies.

    Slowing to a stop, he instantly noticed the strong smell 
of copper, though it only came from humans, but others 
came with it. He approached four bodies, three men, one 
woman, all slain with brutal measures. Throats slit open, 
torsos stabs and so on, but what caught his interest were 
the two scents on the wagon.
    One, of feline nature and the other, scales. Argonian 
and Khajiit perhaps? He took a closer sniff and found the 
clothing remains of the two, noting both were of smaller 
sizes and less musky scents. Younglings, he concluded.
    'Cubs', he thought.

    He saw... undergarments, used but left in boxes 
perhaps traveling with the humans? Adoption was the 
answer. Another sniff from them and took the scent of both 
Argonian and Khajiit. Female, both of them, young in age, a 
decade or so.
    His nose lingered on the discarded wear for a moment 
longer, taking in their scent and finding a strange comfort 
in it. A peek of interest. He did note that they were adopted, 
just by how much the humans have also been around 
these, the woman and man, but not in such a disturbing 
way. Rather, they possibly took them in and wanted to raise 
them as a family.

    But that was dashed by these raiders and possibly 
ruining any chances of them starting a family. He growled 
and took a final deep sniff of them, keeping track of their 
scent before looking to the trail and searching for the girls. 
He prayed that he was not too late, for he smelled the 
humans' blood but not of their own. Something he wished 
to keep from happening.

    He ran further south into the mountains, picking their 
scent into the mountains, all the way up until he reached a 
cave. This was literally the last chartered territory of Skyrim 
before the border ended and the mountains acted like the 
barrier between here and Cyrodiil. At last, he broke 
through the forests and saw a cave with torches near it. 

    Southfringe Sanctum was what he believed to be the 
cave, though he could not recall. Still, the fact it was a cave 
meant a hideout and a place where these raiders can be.
    Two men were currently outside on patrol while others 
were possibly within; doing gods knows what to those poor 
girls. He had to deal with them fast and quick before any 
harm could come to them.

    He had maybe three hours until the night ended and 
his form was already running on empty. He could feast 
upon the two, but he would have to do so without alerting 
the others within. Sticking to the trees under the cover of 
darkness, he approached from the sides. 
    His fur of black blended to the veil, his piercing eyes 
of yellow were orbs of fury and his teeth and claws, ready 
to spill the blood of those monsters!

    He moved with the grace of the wind, he allowed no 
light to touch his fur, and with no wasted breath, he took 
them out!
    Leaping out from the forests, he took out the two 
patrolling men, killing them before they could scream out 
and alert those within. He only saw their eyes light up with 
fear before he descended upon them like the wrath of a 
god. Their throats were ripped, showering the ground with 
blood and gurgles of the cries were soft until their forms 
collapsed onto the ground.

    He wasted no time to feast upon them, his teeth 
sinking into their flesh and devouring them in chunks. 
Clothes were ripped off from them to savor every bit of 
muscle and fat from them. Bones crunched and snapped 
under his powerful bites while blood oozed from his mouth, 
coating his jaw with a copper sheen.

    The rejuvenation of flesh fueled his body and he felt 
his powers increase. Savoring every chunk, he was lost in 
the moment, having gone a while without doing this, but it 
was short lived, when he heard the unmistakable cries of 
young girls within the cave.
    He snapped! His eyes grew darker and a predatory 
growl left him. Pushing in, he ran inside the cave, hearing 
those girls cry fueled his resolve to push further, faster and 
with need.

    Three more men were struck, three more bodies 
hitting the floor before they could react or scream. An 
archer woman, not able to even pull the bow string before 
he could snap her head clean off, nor their own spell caster 
to summon an atronarch to use as a siren.

    He ran deeper within as the screams still strong, their 
desperate plea to be rescued or freed burned in his ears. 

    The scene... A large Orc, covered in armor, but 
dagger in hand ready to silence them. One wounded and 
the other holding to her, as both screamed for mercy.

    A howl left him, echoing the cave and enough to startle 
them. The large orc turned and saw the towering form of a 
Black Werewolf. Almost taller than himself, the orc 
uncaring, ready with his ax in one hand and dagger in the 
other, he charged at the beast.

    The wolf in turn charged back. Both giant beasts 
clashed, both trying to kill one another. Both fought with 
violence and intent to kill.
    The two younglings could only look on in horror as the 
two large forces fought one another, blood spilt and roars of 
pain echoing beyond the cave.

    Like two clashing titans, only one could succeed and 
one could fall.

	In the end, the Orc fell to his knees, staring up at the 
wolf who tore his body to shreds, the wolf ready to deal with 
the final blow, yet didn't. He saw the horrified faces of the 
two young girls, despite their species differences; no child 
should ever witness such brutal outcomes.

	Growling, he opted in his state of mind to instead grab 
the orc and pull him away from the girls view, out of the 
cave.

	They watched as the wolf pulled the still alive Orc out 
who offered little resistance until their forms disappeared, 
leaving them alone and scared.

	
	Outside, he ripped the head off the orc, allowing a 
shower of blood to spill onto the snow, painting it red. What 
remained was vile and he took a few large chunks of flesh 
from his body to satisfy him until morning and heal his 
wounds in moments.

	However, he heard the distant cries of wolves, 
scenting his blood spill of these men. Knowing that despite 
being the same species, he couldn't control them if they 
were hungry nor did he want them to come after the girls.
With a quick succession, he retreated within the cave to 
pull the rest of the bodies out, leaving them by the 
entrances just to keep others from entering.

    Once the last body had been pulled out, he walked 
back in just as a pack of wolves entered the fray to feast 
upon the gathered body.

    He was halfway in until his reflection upon a sword 
shinned his face, showing his fur matted with blood. If he 
tried to approach the cubs like this, they will scream and 
freak out, least they try to run from him and get attacked by 
the wolves outside. Looking around to the discarded bodies 
inside, a few scrap remains; he grabbed what he could to 
wipe himself off, albeit clumsily since he remained in his 
wolf form. Remaining as such was to protect the girls from 
the wolves and other enemies until the morning. 

    Wet racks helped from the small flow of a river and he 
smelled a bit like a wet dog but nothing could change that, 
he slowly walked back into where the young ones were at. 
He found them near the fire spit, still huddled in the corner 
in fear, seeing his giant form approach back. They 
whimpered, seeing him back but he knew he couldn't 
change their general fear of werewolves no matter what. 
Changing back, he would risk the wolves stepping deeper 
into the cave and attacking him and them. His form alone 
was strong enough to keep them out, but not in human 
form.

    He wanted to approach them, especially to comfort the 
one who was injured but their tears and cries only upset 
them further and he couldn't do much in this form.
    A sigh left him and he made himself as small as 
possible, with what an eight foot, 400 pound werewolf 
could do and drop to all fours, lowering himself all the way 
to the floor. Ears dropped back, tail lowered and eyes soft, 
he stared at the frightened girls.

    They remained in eye contact for the moment, trying to 
see what will happen. The two cubs hugged each other like 
they knew each other, trying to comfort one another. They 
were mostly well, outside of the Argonian girl with a few 
cuts on her scales while the Kahjiit remained untouched. 
They were scrawny, albeit due to their ages, yet they still 
held their own traits.
    The argonian was a pale green with spots of red 
splashed upon her scales. Two tiny horns jutted from her 
head with frails on the side. Slitted eyes with white stared 
back at him, she was holding her 'sister?' close maybe 
more so because she was cold. Her tail and arms were 
adorned with markings, possibly from her real parents or 
cultural heritage.
    The cub on the other hand was opposite of her. Low 
orange coat with fluffy tipped ears and puffy face gave her 
a cute appearance. She had green eyes, two piercings on 
each ear and a necklace that he presumed also belonged 
to her birth parents.

    Lastly, both were in tattered clothing, almost bare 
naked so that he was trying not to stare at their exposed 
nethers or ample breasts poking between. Neither seemed 
to have noticed nor been too scared to take notice.

    For a while, he remained down and lowered, like a 
dog, feeling slightly humiliated for that, but opting it for the 
sake of their sanity, they finally stopped being scared when 
the werewolf had not reacted to them. Instead, they kept an 
eye on him hoping he would leave, yet they couldn't do 
much.

    A sudden gasp he saw from them and their eyes shot 
passed him and towards the cave had him instantly on 
twos and turning his back to them. Wolves entered the 
cave, seeking more to eat. Seeing the larger wolf, they 
growled in defiance, triggering him to growl back, standing 
closer to the girls but defending them.

    They took a single chance to try and outmaneuver him 
but all he did was roar at them, triggering the Alpha Instinct 
in them, to either respect his space and property or suffer. 
The roar was enough, as they growled and barked back 
before retreating out of the cave. He stayed like that, 
defensive posture in front of the girls until he heard the 
distant cries of their calls outside of the cave.

    He took no chances however. Staying in his wolf form 
meant security for the cubs, yet he knew of their fear, as he 
heard the heartbeats loud and next to him. Not turning 
back to see if they were fine, he took a few paces forward 
and stayed rooted the pathway out. Hopefully the girls 
would settle enough to at least be comfortable to recover.

    After the first hour, judging by how the air outside 
changed in temperature, had him just staring into the 
cave's corridor, not looking back at them to keep them 
calm. He knew that it would take awhile but once he 
returned back to human, they may trust him again. His 
pointed ears swiveled and twitched when they spoke in 
hushed whispers to one another.

    They would try to stand up and make movement, but 
he made no indication of what they were doing. While he 
wanted to rest, he knew his wolf side wouldn't and the 
threat of the wolves outside still remained. The next hour 
would pass and they got brave enough to explore their little 
camp, grabbing items from these raiders to either eat or 
drink and stay close to the fire. The cub aided her scaly 
sister, treating her wounds with a wet rag and giving her 
some food as they sat on the cot by the flames. He held no 
objections to what they did, so long as they remained.

    He had no real thoughts on what to do with them. 
Their parents adopted or not, were dead. Did they know? 
Did they witness or is there some shred of home in their 
little hearts that the parents lived? 
    If he were to take them, where? He couldn't keep them 
in his home in Whiterun, he had many jobs and ties that 
would have him gone for days or even weeks. Who would 
take care of them? Would the Companions Wolves allow 
them to be taken in? Would they be targeted too by the 
Silverhand?
    So many variables and so little of what he could do for 
the sweet girls. He was not sure what to do with them and-
    "M-Mr Wolf?" Came a sweet voice from one of them, 
causing his ears to shoot up and turn his head to them. 
Both flinched at his sudden attention, but he made no big 
movements to them when he got called by them.
    Once his attention was given, the Kahjiit's sweet voice 
once more pierced his sensitive ears. "A-Are you g-going to 
eat u-us too?"
    Cocking his head, he felt that he had demonstrated 
that by remaining where he was. But he couldn't answer in 
his wolf form, so he shook his head in negative towards 
them. This caused their fear to drop more, with the Kahjiit 
patting her sister. "Are our adopted parents dead too?"
    His ears shot down and a small whine left him, which 
both knew what the answer was. A sniff left them both but 
they seemed less devastated then they should be.
    "They just adopted us both yesterday, so we only 
knew them for the time, though they have been kind to us 
for a week since our parents died a while ago."

    He closed his eyes and bowed his head to them, a 
sign of 'condolences' to them for their troubles. Ever braver, 
the cub turned to sister. "We've been together since but 
now... we don't know where to go."

    He didn't either but he had to figure that out soon. 
Huffing to himself, he slowly rose, causing both to slightly 
retreat, but he stayed his distance. Instead, he looked 
around the cave turned hideout by the raiders. Perhaps a 
book or a map could be found to show them. 

    They had a few things here and there left behind. 
Unused scrolls, books with literature, but nothing to really 
demonstrate to them. It took a moment of him going from 
one-side to another, both cubs eyeing him and wondering 
what he was doing. Finally, he stumbled upon a recent 
map, thankfully, and gently cradled it to them. He had it 
outstretched, albeit clumsily with his giant paws and laid it 
before them. He saw Whiterun and circled lightly around it 
with his claw and took steps back, lying once more on the 
floor.

    They were curious about what he had done, unsure if 
it was a trap or not, but had no reason to believe so since 
he could have done something about it. The cub cautiously 
stood up and peered at the map, looking down at the area 
he circled, looking back up at him and hoping they 
understood it.
    "Whiterun?" She asked. He nodded. 
    "Why there?"
    He pointed at himself then at the map.
    "You live there?"
    Another nod.
    "As a Werewolf? They allow 'Werewolves' in 
Whiterun?"
    His tail wagged in amusement at the thought of 
'Werewolves' walking amongst the residence there without 
issue. He gave a fanged grin, which may or may not come 
off as scary but he shook his head.
    "Are you human?"
    'No, he was a wolf and the human within was a 
human. Two different beings. I hunt, he buys and Lives.' 
But he didn't say that... 
    A nod to ease them more.
    "Will you turn back?"
    A slower nod, but his head pointed up, as if staring at 
the moon from within the cave. Both of them looked up, 
briefly at first in confusion before the cub looked down once 
more and blinked in realization. "Oh, when the moon goes 
down and the sun comes up?"

    A nod and a tail wag. He felt like the cub was really 
smart for her age, with just as much hope for the argonian 
as well. She then looked to her 'sister', who shrugged, 
speaking for the first time outloud. "Do you trust this one?"
    The cub looked at him, seeing his eyes focus on them, 
once more lowering to the ground to make himself less 
threatening. She turned back to her sister. "If he wanted to 
do something, he could have done it already?"
    "A trick?" The argonian hatchling pondered. "Lure us 
like bait?"
    "For what? We have nothing!" She truly was intelligent 
and what it established was that she was observant but 
optimistic. Still, he made no effort to try to change their 
cautious nature.

    More curious than her cautionary sister, she turned 
and slowly made her way to the wolf, ready to trust him.
    "Anari, wait!" The argonian tried to stop her.
    "Tar-ei, if he wanted to hurt us, he could have done it 
by now," She countered, though her pursuit to get near him 
did crawl.

    The wolf picked up on her scent and knew that while 
she was still afraid of him, she remained confident to trust 
him. He remained lowered, still keeping his eyes on her, 
though... he tried to focus on her eyes and not her exposed 
form.
    Despite the fur, he could still see her tiny brown 
nipples and her young tanned vulva couldn't be completely 
covered by her tattered remains. He remained on her eyes 
only...

    She approached him, his head still lowered to the floor 
until she stood in front of him. Her scent was... weak 
compared to the rest of her kind, but there was such a 
touch of it that he struggled not to act on it. She seemed 
careless about her half-dressed form, or the fact that he 
was looking up at her. Her nethers smelled clean and 
untouched by the raiders, so for him that was a peaceful 
thought.

    Anari reached out to his head, slowly to pet him, like a 
dog. He was a dog. For their safety and trust, he was their 
dog. Loyal and friendly. 

    May the Companions never hear of this or the other 
wolves! Shame would forever haunt him by their endless 
teasing!

    She petted his head, like a dog... and smiled when his 
tail wagged at the petting. The wolf likes petting, he like 
being petted and he liked the feeling Anari was giving him.
    Less Shame if it was to ease the hearts of the young 
beastfolk.
      

    Tar-ei watched from afar as her 'sister' continued to 
pet the giant, terrifying werewolf. Despite how ridiculous it 
looked, she was somewhat intrigued that he was showing 
the signs of responses he would to them like a dog. Having 
no expertise on 'Werewolf lore' other than their parents 
explaining their dangers and love to eat animals, it was 
apparent that this one was human-in-wolf form, and he 
remained compliant to them, almost protecting them.

    After enjoying the pet, Anari turned to her sister, 
"See?" She pointed at him, "He's friendly!" As soon as she 
said that, he lifted his head, earning a small fright from the 
argonian and making Anari turn, just in time for him to lean 
in and lap at her face. She was briefly caught off guard by 
this but felt the giant, wet, fat tongue smack her face. 
    A shriek of laughter left her as he lapped at her face 
and covered her in drool. While it was an odd relationship 
between feline and canine, it still didn't deter her from 
enjoying the lapping he was giving her.

    All sense of fear seemed to have left her completely 
and Tar-ei was just as fearless now. Despite her wounds, 
she slowly stood up and cautiously made her way over to 
her sister, who giggled at the attention she was receiving.

    He enjoyed tasting her, more so he enjoyed that she 
enjoyed it and was no longer fearful. Her scent changed. 
He was a wolf, he had no fear, he had no qualms of certain 
things and he held no issue pushing boundaries. Tar-ei 
joined in close, albeit she just stood behind her sister a bit.

    He lowered his licking down her face, to her neck, and 
to her chest, pushing aside the tattered clothes to gain 
access. His tongue lapped at her amble breasts, flicking 
her nipples and causing her to giggle more at the ticklish 
nature.
    Tar-ei was now less afraid, seeing her sister merrily at 
the attention and looking at the wolf. His eyes remained on 
her sister, but he glanced at her as he continued his oral 
assault on her. She was in tattered clothing, with only half a 
shirt on and a ripped blouse. Her eyes looked intrigued at 
being so close to something so dangerous, so feral and yet 
intelligent. For a moment, she thought that perhaps, he was 
truly just an animal for what he was doing. But he paused 
his licking, turned to her and leaned in. 
    Tar-ei briefly flinched, fearing retaliation but soon 
found her face also assaulted by his flat giant tongue. Her 
scales were sensitive enough that she couldn't help but 
giggle too as he targeted her face, finally over her fears and 
holding his head.

    Anari was covered in wolf drool but was fine with it, 
even with some of it coating her chest. She watched as her 
sister was now attacked by the tongue and smiled as she 
enjoyed the show. However, something else caught her 
attention and that was the wolf was on his palms and 
haunches, now sporting something between his legs. At 
first she thought he was still injured from the earlier fight 
with the orc, but it was part of his anatomy. 
    She saw his sheathe and under that was a big pair of 
werewolf balls. From his sheathe, she saw some red 
sticking out, slowly coming out from it. It was a pointed tip, 
maybe only an inch or so but it was slowly starting to 
'erect'.

    By now, the argonian was also covered in drool and he 
made his trajectory down as well until he was lapping at the 
stiff nipple of the scaly. She was harder than her sister, 
possibly due to scales, but it was easier to flick or touch, 
stimulating her greatly. 

    He noticed from the corner of his eye, Anari looking 
down in between his legs and he knew that she saw his 
aroused state. Understanding that this was bound to 
happen, it still made it difficult whether he planned on 
doing anything beyond just simply 'licking' their faces. 
Their scents and tastes alone had 'triggered' him to where 
he wanted to really enjoy them further, especially since he 
had less than ideal time in this 'form', so he proceeded to 
do something about his impending arousal.

    Breaking for a brief pause, he lowered his head further 
down to Tar-ei, right to where her shredded garments were 
and he saw her slit. It was small; barely an inch but he had 
no issue with it. He pressed down and gave it a simple lick, 
causing the argonian to briefly gasp and freeze at the 
sudden touch upon her delicates. 
    He heard no objections and gave another lick, this 
time slower and with much press on her mound to get an 
actual 'taste' of her. A squirm left her, as the alien feeling 
left an impression on her, but she was not angered, or 
disgusted, or even disturbed by it. 
    Anari had witnessed this and wondered what 
happened to her sister to get such a reaction. If he did that 
to her, would she feel the same?
    Once he got the good taste from her, he turned to the 
cub, seeing her eyes show confusion more than anything 
negative. He also dipped down, pressing his snout to her 
exposed nethers, where he took a sniff at them and 
pressed in to lick her labia too. The cub paused at the 
sudden touch of her sensitive area, noting a tingling effect 
as the tongue took a long stroke on it, trying to press in as 
much as possible.

    Having just 'sample' them, was enough for him and he 
got two different tastes but nonetheless still as appealing 
and exciting. The khajiit held an aromatic earthen tone 
taste, with her fur adding a mix of flowers and feline 'musk' 
that he couldn't help but start to look for in other felines 
from now on. Tar-ei was more salted, like a river but there 
was a small, barely spec of spice to her innards that tingled 
on his tongue along with a touch of sap.

    Both had been confused by their feelings, having been 
untouched before this and were unfamiliar by the ways of 
being pleasured in physical aspects. Something the wolf 
would forever enjoy knowing he got to deliver and explore 
with.

    He stopped his sampling and decided to go beyond. 
He wrapped his arms around them both, catching both off 
guard with a slight surprise and he lifted them over to the 
cot by the fire, where he gently lowered them both on it. 
They were surprised by the sudden move but when they 
were placed down, they saw that in front of him, he was 
now supporting a large, red organ that was in need.
    His canine cock was big, almost reaching his chest, 
sporting a few veins and a bulbous base that was as big as 
an apple. While they were not fully aware of anatomy of 
certain animals, nor were they well versed in 'sexual 
intercourse' or genitals of other species, they knew that that 
was his 'privates' and that he wanted to use it.

    But he was too big. The half of his red spire would tear 
through them and despite the amazing lust he had built on 
them, he held back enough of himself to not put them in 
danger of being hurt. Instead, he decided that he would 
enjoy licking them more, but strokes himself until orgasm.

    The wolf awkwardly dropped to his knees, placing his 
paws back on the floor. He then promptly placed Anari on 
top of her sister, but with them facing each other lying 
down. "W-What are you doing?" She asked half in 
confusion but a small worry was detected, as she was 
facing her sister. Arms and knees on either side of her, 
both were now in this awkward position, though they didn't 
fight it.
    Once set, he gently pushed down on Anari, causing 
her to mewl in slight confusion and panic. Right until their 
slits practically touched, causing both to freeze as this 
information slowly processed. The act, new. The feelings, 
new. The awakening, new. The sudden touch of something 
different was about to enter their lives.

    His snout leaned in between their legs, keeping Anari 
on top of her sister, their slits touched. The blend of both of 
them was enough to drive him wild, not only as being the 
one to indulge in such a thing but to awaken a side of them 
not meant to be unlocked yet for another year or so 
naturally. 
    Pressing in, his snout touched them both again, 
causing them to gasp once more, but this time together. 
His larger face meant he could touch both, as his cold nose 
tickled their nethers. Both got shudders running up and 
down their spines, their tails oddly swinging at the new 
sensations of privates. 
    Their combined aroma begged him to stop just the 
teasing and to dig right in, so he did. His large tongue 
finally came out and he started with Tar-ei on the bottom 
and licked up to Anari. The two of them gasped, feeling his 
tongue lap at both of them and triggering more of these 
new emotional sensations. Unrestricted access to their 
privates, the wolf fully indulged and began to laps at their 
labias without restraint. 

    The awakening had cub and hatchling squirm, as the 
sensation was absolutely euphoria on their young minds. 
The tongue lapped at them with such a quick pace but 
covered both of them equally without missing an inch, as 
he even covered between their taints to tail holes. By then, 
he was dripping large goops of pre onto the floor with his 
stroking and matting the leather cot with his drool. Their 
soft little gasps and moans tickled his ears, almost in a 
harmonic tone that you could never find in nature... unless 
it was nature itself creating the tune.

    Their taste soon came, but in small quantities, as they 
were still too under developed to produce the same as an 
adult... perhaps one day.

    By now, both young beastfolk have long abandoned 
restraint for themselves and their tiny cries of pleasure rang 
in his ears, each one making a different tune of joy but still 
one that made him enjoy it nonetheless. As he gathered 
their sweet tasting nectar from their different species, he 
reveled in how they tossed and squirmed with one another, 
trying to pursue the feeling longer. His head keeps them 
from trying to close their legs, but with little success.

    His cock ached, pre-painting the dirt below white and 
making a milky mud, undeterred to its host for long as he 
urged to spill soon. Normally, he was resilient, he was 
strong and he could hold on for a long time, but his hour 
was waning and so was the moon. He wanted to enjoy as 
much as he could in this form before the human returned 
once more...
    His messy and difficult attempt at masturbation irked 
him but he was reaching there, but not before he would get 
these little ones to...

    "Aaah!" Both girls cried out, their little voices echoing 
hard into the cave as their first ever orgasm ripped from 
their bodies, expelling only a small stream of juices. A 
stream he found his snout and mouth covered in, but 
without care. He doubled his efforts, trying to lap up their 
juices for all its worth in the few seconds he had, before the 
wear would come and their energy left them both.

    They were a panting mess, with their legs sore and 
their hearts beating a mile a minute, but it wasn't over. He 
was not done but he was close. He half stood up, leaning 
over the cot with the girls still in their original position, so 
he shoved his still hard and big cock between their bodies.

    Anari was lifted just from the size of the thing along 
and she looked down to see that the larger organ reached 
between them and almost up to their nipples. His bulbous 
base alone touched their slits once more, earning soft 
gasps and moans as they were touched by the wolf yet 
again. Uncaring now, he began to hump between them, 
allowing his cock to slide in between them to use as 
friction.
    A small whine began to form between the girls, as their 
overly sensitive pussies were once more assaulted, but he 
kept them in that form, pressing lightly down on them. He 
was so close! He needed this! And more than that, he 
wanted to do this to them every chance he could, uncaring 
if his human did it or not, but he himself. He wanted to also 
mark them as his own, to spill his seed upon them to make 
sure that no other wolf nor creature could take them away 
from him.

    By now his pre was matting the cub's fur and 
smearing messily in youngling scales. It spread across 
their bellies, chest, nipples, necks and even nethers with 
white. The wolf was growling louder and louder as his 
climax was fast approaching and with velocity. His 
humping uncoordinated and lost, finally making Anari fall to 
the side of her sister. 

    He looked down and saw two beautiful faces, of 
different species below him, covered in his fluids that were 
used for marking and mating; their teats, belly, lower face, 
and their nethers. That was a beautiful image in the wolf's 
mind and it was enough.

    Squeezing down on his knot with his long digits as 
tightly as possible, the wolf growled instead of howled, as 
he aimed his red throbbing cock at the girls. Both were 
facing him, still panting, unaware of what he was about to 
unleash on them.

    A powerful jet of white hot wolf batter shot from his tip 
and smacked them both on their faces, followed by another 
to their chests and the rest all over. White seed painted 
their tiny forms with his essence, uncaring at how it looked. 
A low howl left him as he continued to ejaculate over their 
bodies and cover as much of them as possible with his 
load. He needed to do this, he wanted to do this and he did 
so without remorse.

    The cub and hatchling closed their eyes as the seed 
hit their faces, though the shock was enough to have their 
mouths open to allow some of his wolf cum land inside. For 
a solid ten seconds, the bukkake from this wolf seemed 
endless but it was only because he was mythical did it last 
as long as it did and because the waning moon was 
happening to him.

    A stagger from the wolf, as his eyes of red studied the 
girls covered in his seed, which made this all the more 
beautiful for him to enjoy. Despite wishing he could have 
lasted longer, he knew that this would happen again. He 
would make sure of it, as his human would have no choice 
now but to take them in. They were his...
    'His pups...'

    Collapsing to the side of their cot, the wolf slumped 
and saw that both had also been tuckered out, undisturbed 
that they were still covered in hot cum and fell asleep. His 
vision faded and his eyes went back.

    It was time to become human once more...
 

    The smell of morning dew did not wake them but the 
heating of the cave in the afternoon did, as the fire had long 
gone out. 

    The first to stir was a human, a Breton to be exact. 
Short black hair laid on his head, brown eyes, and young 
face. He was a 5'10 man, not to brawn but not to scrawny, 
as one had to be strong to be part of the companions.

    What remained of his shirt was shredded but luckily 
the trousers held on stronger this time. Blinking away the 
sand from his eyes, he saw himself on the floor next to a 
cot where he caught sight of two young beastfolk, two... 
well one argonian and one khajiit sharing the cot. 

    He drew a small blank in memory for a moment, but 
his wolf quickly flooded his blanks.  'Mission.' He growled 
into his mind. 'Raiders, killers! Parents dead! Pups almost 
dead!'

    A small hiss left him as he remembered fighting the 
orc as a Phantom pain ran up and down his body. Though 
he was thankful for his healing factor as a wolf, the memory 
still played through his body.

    Then something disturbed him. He saw that despite 
most of it drying off, the girls were covered in fluids and 
reeked of dog seed all over.
    His eyes slowly went wide as he stared at the naked 
forms of the little girls. "What did you do?" He said to 
himself outloud, but it was meant for his wolf.
    'Play! Kind! Happy! Marked them, to save them! Smell 
like me, no one ever touching them again! No hurt, no 
pain, just licks, tickles and pleasure!' There was a mental 
wagging of a tail in his mind from his wolf. Times were 
when his wolf was incredibly smart and resourceful and 
then there were times when he was easily distracted and...

    He sighed heavily, as a wave of guilt came over him. 
What had he done to these poor younglings? What taboo 
did he allow his wolf to inflict on them?

    His worry was enough to stir the two of them, as both 
slowly roused from their slumber. He stiffened, wondering 
how they were going to take it to being covered by wolf 
seed, though he tried not to also pay attention to the fact 
that both were naked with ripped clothing. Nipples and 
labias were exposed, so he tried to just remain focused on 
them directly.

    The cub was the first to yawn, stretching herself on the 
cot next to her still stirring sister. It was until she finally 
opened her green eyes, did she see a man next to her 
instead of a werewolf.

    He was... shorter than the wolf and he was also not 
that attractive at least in her eyes. Was this wolf's human 
form?
    It was hard for him to not smile awkwardly at the cub 
who was matted with dried seed or naked. The same went 
for the argonian who sat up and looked at the man as well. 

    Divines above, what was this weird confliction he had 
to endure with two young and naked beastfolk in front of 
him? He was not one to stare or look at their vulnerable 
forms but... the scaly dried cum still was plastered over her 
body too.

    Swallowing as to not look at their bodies, he tried to 
keep the awkward smile and spoke first. "Uh... h-hello 
uh... you two?"
    Both blinked at him owlishly as if unsure what to do in 
turn, but seeing him in trousers only and both able to pick 
up a faint trace of dog smell on him, they had the 
conclusion cemented enough  to know that this was 'their' 
Mr. Wolf.

    "M-Mr. Wolf?" The cub asked. His inner wolf barked 
and wagged their tail madly at being recognized... at least 
in this human form. 
    "Yeah, it's me." A pause. His wolf then reminded him 
of their names. "Anari?" He asked the cub, who nodded. 
"Tar-ei?" To the argonian, who nodded.
    "I'm Lunro..." It was a pathetic and weak attempt to 
introduce himself but with everything going on, he wasn't 
really sure how else to start. He sighed. "Right, look girls. I 
am... not sure what really happened much last night, as I 
was in wolf form but... I think it's best that we clean up and 
head back home."
    "Your home?" Anari asked, a bit of hope lighting in her 
eyes.
    "In Whiterun?" Tar-ei added in as well. 
    Lunro half wondered how his wolf told him that but, his 
wolf was smarter then others, so it shouldn't surprise him 
that he showed him where he lived. The death of their 
parents was evident and he would dare not leave them 
here alone in the wilderness.
    "Agreed! Home!" Wolf barked into his mind. He 
nodded to them both. "Yeah, my home." What home? He 
had no private home in Whiterun. He slept in the same 
dorms as the companions, not to mention that he was 
constantly on missions to supply himself with coin and 
such. Could he really take care of two girls by himself?

    'You must! You must! Mine! Protect! Happy!' Wolf 
really wanted them, but out of sheer lust, which disgusted 
him further. He ignored his wolf and sought to fix their 
clothing.

    He gathered what he could from the small camp 
within. What leather, leather strips as well as patches from 
the raiders he could find; he made quick robes for the girls, 
if just to cover them, though sadly they had no 
undergarments to wear until he bought some custom ones 
in Whiterun.
    Anari slipped on her robe but noticed that she was 
really matted and her fur kept getting pulled. "I'm sticky."
    Her sister had no issue but the scent would still be 
evident on the robes later.

    "Well wash up in a nearby stream before we get to 
Whiterun. Can't have you two smelling like..." He 
swallowed as he tried not to say it outloud. "-wet dog, you 
know?" 
    'No! Marked! Mine! Both of them! Leave scent on 
them!'
    Lunro inwardly growled at his wolf. 'They are not 
yours! They are living creatures! Free to do as they 
want! They do not belong to anyone!' His wolf whined 
but remained quiet.

    Wordlessly they nodded and he went to gather more 
supplies for the road like food, more racks, bathing salts 
and found a hefty bag of coins for the way there. Once 
ready, the trio made their way out of the cave and headed 
into the forest.

    They stopped by the nearby river, right before 
Riverwood. It was freezing cold but he told them it would be 
faster if they did while the sun was out and warm, rather 
than later. He had to watch two young ones strip once more 
and see their exposed bodies, still stinking of wolf seed, 
coated by it all over. 
    Lunro aided the best he could, providing them with the 
bath salts while remaining vigilant to prying eyes. Luckily 
the roads were empty which suited him fine, but that let him 
all the more shame as he watched them bathe. The sister's 
helped each other out, rubbing the scrubbing salts all over 
their body to get rid of the smell.

    All the while, he stopped being vigilant and gazed at 
the two naked girls getting wet. The salts worked, clearing 
what they could but it also gave them both an individual 
shine. Anari, her fur would be matted with her nipples 
standing more erect because of the cold while her legs 
shivered and exposed her labia to him.
    Tar-ei thrived in the water, as her species enjoyed it 
much with the salts helping her scales to almost sparkle in 
water droplets of reflected sunlight. Her form was beautiful 
as she swished her tail, to and fro in the water with glee.

    He was marveled by their young beauty, enraptured 
by it and unbounded by their species. A part of him burned 
in red, as he began to harden and his cock to throb in his 
trousers as he continued to watch. It was only the cold, icy 
water that had accidentally splashed on him that deterred 
his thoughts and he swallowed. Cheeks red with shame, he 
finally looked around their surroundings before he focused 
on their faces.
    "Alright, l-let's get you two dry and head back to 
Whiterun." Lunro used some rags to dry them off quickly 
before the cold air hit them and helped them get dressed. 
As he slipped over their robes, he slowed down their 
descent as he watched their nipples covered and then their 
nethers be covered as well, hoping that this would be the 
last time he ever saw them.

    Since they were in Riverwood trail, he stopped by the 
shop to quickly buy the girls some undergarments. Luckily, 
the store had some pre-made garments for the girls and he 
gave it to the girls right away, though he told them to do so 
behind the building so no one knew they were naked 
underneath in the first place.

    Lunro had a final glance at their privates when they 
lifted their robes once more, this time wolf aided in burning 
that image and others in his memory for ever. The poor 
man was now burdened with thoughts, images and ideas of 
how the girls looked and what he had thought of them.

    The wolf only made things worse for him, as they 
made their way home, by providing vivid images of what he 
did to the girls last night, all the while the walk became 
more and more difficult for him as he had a lump on his 
pants.

    A bigger challenge awaited him as the view of 
Whiterun peeked over the hill and he half wondered what 
his fate would be when they got home.