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Don’t Wander into the Wolf’s Den…

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Well, I haven’t posted any actual content in over a month. That’s great. Anyway here’s the most depraved shit my fucked up horny brain can think of.

This fic includes: Dom! Alpha! Werewolf-like male, Sub! Omega! Human male

Warnings: uh, everything?

No but seriously, warnings for: Dubious Consent*, unwanted pregnancy, aggression, violence, kidnapping?, rut/mating (as in, actual mating), forced claiming, very slight bondage, crying, threatening, humiliation?, degradation, lying, captivity

*life or death situation

READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING

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18+ ONLY, CISHETS DNI

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And uh, to my irl friend who follows me, I’m sorry lmao. You specifically are being warned.

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Ever since he was little his grandmother had told him that there was one rule he must always follow: under no circumstances, never, for any reason, should he wander into or even get close to the cave near the edge of town. This was a rule he always followed, as he was instructed. Everyone avoided the cave, not a single villager dared to get within 30 feet. That’s why it was such an exciting idea. I mean, what rebellious young adult wouldn’t want to break the only rule they ever had? Surely all the stories of the wolf man was just there to scare them, after all wolf or no wolf going into an uncharted cave isn’t exactly a good idea. But children would never listen to logic, so clearly the adults just told that story because they knew the youth would listen to it. Right?

I guess we should start with why he would be there in the first place. You see, he had been out in the forest picking berries when it started to rain lightly. The drizzle, however, quickly turned into a storm. The winds so powerful that he was almost knocked over multiple times as he struggled back towards the village. Just as the exit of the tree line came into view, so did the cave. That’s odd, he could’ve sworn he was much farther away than this. He must’ve been pretty disoriented by the thick, pelting rain. He stops momentarily, holding onto a tree to steady himself. His basket of berries gripped tightly in his fist. He had a choice to make. Would he be able to get back to grandmothers safely and before the storm became worse? It was picking up by the second, and he seriously weighed his other option.

He sighed, “cave it is”

And slowly approaches the entrance.

There was something exciting about doing the only thing he had ever been forbidden from doing. His timid footsteps approach the cave, rain soaking him entirely. He peeks inside but predictably can’t see anything. He ducks in.

He sits down on the cold rock, shivering slightly and trying to figure out what to do from here. He takes a deep breath and relaxes for a moment. But the hair on the back of his neck stands up and suddenly a wave of dread washes over him, he feels that he shouldn’t be here, but it’s far too late when he feels the hot breath on his neck.

Before he can react, his mouth is covered and he’s pulled into the darkness.

He screams, but of course it’s muffled. He kicks and flails, struggling against the impossibly strong grip. That is until a spine chilling growl paralyzes him in fear.

He tenses up, weakly pulling against the grip as he realizes the mistake he’s made.

He closes his eyes tightly, preparing for whatever may happen next. He’s dragged into a room inside the cave, the complete darkness somehow getting darker. His mouth is uncovered but he remains silent, tears starting to drip down his face. The harsh grip moves to his arm, nails digging in as he feels something cold touch his flesh. He realizes in a second and tries to squirm away, but is only met with a harsher grip and an aggressive growl. The metal is locked around his wrist, and he starts to realize how much trouble he’s in.

His assailant laughs, sorta. A deep, snarling laugh that simultaneously scares and demeans him.

“So..” the gruff voice asks

It.. can talk?

He stays silent

“Well, can’t you speak?”

More silence

He snarls and grips his arm again, digging his claws in deep. The young man cries out

“Yes! I can speak!”

The beast laughs again

“Oh? Then why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here? In MY cave.”

He’s silent again, that is until the claws dig deeper.

“I just wanted to get out of the rain!” He sobs

“Likely story” he trails a claw up his arm “but I don’t believe you.”

“W-what?”

“I don’t believe you.” The beast says. “I have no reason to believe you”

He’s silent again

“In fact, it seems like you were waiting for an excuse to come in here”

A jolt of fear mixed with confusion shoots through him

“What? No-I-“

“Hush”

He does

“I don’t want your excuses, human. I’ve seen you outside before. I’ve seen you gaze into this darkness, fighting the urge to come in. Well, you saw your chance and took it. Isn’t that right?”

He gulps

“So it is.” He clears his throat “well, what do I get out of this?”

“Excuse me?”

“Where’s my end of the deal? Your curiosity is sated, you know what lies within now. And yet I get nothing from this. Really it’s a shame, annoying even. Humans only think about themselves. It never crossed your mind that I avoided you just as much as you avoided me, did it? You didn’t even think about who or what you would be disturbing, or how upset they would be about it.”

His blood runs cold

No, he hadn’t thought of that. Clearly he should’ve.

The beast sighs “well, I’m not letting you leave without giving me something in return.”

He shivers, but has an idea

“Well, I was in the woods to pick some berries. If you let me go they’re all yours”

He laughs again

“Foolish boy, they’re already mine. I simply allow you to harvest them, if I wanted berries I would get them myself.”

Oh, well that didn’t work.

“Hmm.. I have an idea of how you can repay me” he runs his claws over his arm again, blood starting to appear from the earlier grip.

He hesitates “h-how..?”

He can’t see it, but the beast grins…

“You’ll see soon enough”

He gasps, trying to wiggle away as the claw hooks onto his tunic

“Silly boy, we need to get off these wet clothes. You don’t want to freeze, do you?”

He rips the fabric easily, tearing through the wool fibers shielding him. He laughs again at his reaction, teasingly dragging his claws down his chest before hooking the top of his trousers.

“Wait-“

But it’s too late, the fabric is tearing away before he can stop it. Not that he could’ve stopped it, anyway.

He whimpers, feeling even colder now as his damp skin is exposed.

“Now, we need to warm you up. I have a few ideas, and lucky for you this would also count as my… payment” his voice gets even deeper at the last part.

The boy looks at where he thinks the beast is, still completely blind in the intrusive void.

“Um, what would that be?”

The beast chuckles, dragging his claws lower.

“Oh, dear… you don’t know? It’s spring”

He’s confused for a moment before his eyes widen, shaking his head and trying to twist the shackle off.

He chuckles even lower

“I’m going to have some fun with you, human.”

He tries to escape, whining and crying as he struggles. The beast watches in amusement for a few moments, before growing impatient and pinning him down harshly.

“You have two options: I have my way with you and you get to leave, or you get to be my next meal. Which will it be?”

He gasps, everything becoming too real all at once. Why did he have to come in here?!

He’s silent for a moment

“The-the first one” his voice breaks.

He laughs darkly, “good choice…”

The beast looms over him, hot breath fanning against his face. His body radiates heat, a harsh musky smell filling his senses. He struggles again, weaker now. Trying desperately to distract himself, trying to avoid letting himself fall into a daze.

“You know, I’m being nice by trying to get you ready. I could always just go for it. You should at least take what little mercy I’m giving you.”

He cries weakly, knowing he can’t escape this. He decides to take the advice. He may as well make this easier on himself.

The second he relaxes his guard the pheromones flood his mind. Invading his brain and body and engulfing him in a strangely comforting warmth. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

The wolf senses his submission, smiling down at his perfect prey.

The grip on his hips is what draws him back to reality. Head swimming, mind fuzzy. But the grip is the least of his concern when he felt the beast press into him.

The pheromones have prepared him well, it doesn’t even hurt as he pushes inside.

The wolf doesn’t give him any time to get used to it, even if he had needed it. In seconds he’s thrusting into him deeply, growling and gripping his body harder.

He cries out again, both fear and disgust; but both are overshadowed by an unnatural draw towards the feeling. He likes it. He hates that he likes it. He closes his eyes again.

The boy tries to distract himself but nothing could help him escape the overwhelming situation. He struggles again, trying so hard to pretend he isn’t enjoying it. The beast’s body presses against him heavily, hot pants and sharp claws covering his torso and neck. He growls, deep, bellowing, as his thrusts become even harsher. Fast but deep, the sound just added to the force. There was no way to avoid the reality, and he started to accept it.

The wolf notices and laughs again “there you go, dear. After all you’re the one who chose this”

The words cut deep and he whines again, “you didn’t give me much of a choice”

The beast grips his shoulders and slams him against the ground, knocking his breath out. “I will happily go through with the other option, bitch.”

He starts thrusting again, much more viciously, with absolutely no regard for his mate. The boy starts crying harder, sobbing as the wolf starts clawing against his sides and chest. Long, deep scratches that quickly start to bleed. He cries more at the pain, wondering why it had to be him.

“Don’t lie to me,” he pants, thrusts becoming erratic “you love this, your body loves this”

He cries again, choking and stuttering, body convulsing every time he pushes back in.

The beast doesn’t bother taking his time to savor it, in all honesty the only reason he’s doing this is because he has to. Spring is such an annoying time, instinct overwhelming actual desires. If he could have his way this would be another wolf, but that’s not how it worked out. So a human will have to do, and it’s surprisingly satisfying. With another wolf you have to worry about actually courting them, this human just wandered right in. An easy target for his pent up hormones. Maybe it’s good that it worked out this way.

Snapping back to reality, the wolf starts to slow a bit. Thrusts becoming less about the power he had over his partner and more about the pressure building up. His mind was swimming with possibilities of how this would end. He had promised the boy he could leave when he was done, but wolves are notorious for lying to get what they want.

In a moment, many things happen at once. The boy stiffens, body reacting to the beast’s. He digs his claws in, forcing the knotted base to push inside of his captive’s body. With one more harsh thrust he’s filling him, and before he can think about it his teeth sink into the tender flesh of the boy’s neck. He cries out at the pain, the sudden rush of his own hormones pushing him over the edge and into the most humiliating orgasm of his life.

The wolf stills

He pants harshly, aftershocks running through his abdomen, small pumps of semen shooting out with every one. He doesn’t try to pull out, not that he would be able to anyway.

The boy looks to the side, seeing stars in the blackness. Whimpering quietly as his body gives out.

He comes to hours later, still chained inside the cave. He whips his head around, still unable to see.

The beast looks over at him “oh, you’re awake” he was laying off to the side, voice echoing around the room.

“Um, I get to leave now, right?” He asks, timidly

“Oh, about that” he stands up and walks over to him, kneeling down and looking over his face

“Funny you mention that, you can leave, sure. I’ll unchain you myself. But you’ll come back. I bit you, everyone will know what happened. And even if that doesn’t change anything, it’s spring like I said. Our bodies have done what they’re supposed to do, I can smell it on you.”

He freezes

“W-what?!”

The wolf laughs “your scent has changed. The human nose isn’t strong enough to pick up on it, but mine is. How should I put this-“ he pauses “well, let’s just say the next nine months will be very interesting.”

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Hmm… yeah, I should seek therapy.

If you find any errors or typos let me know, I’ve proof read this multiple times but probably still missed a few.

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