Gris & Dwayne's Voretober 2022: Hunt (Day 3)

Forgot to post Ch3 on Patreon yesterday, so I'm doing so now!

Chapter 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49229183/ or https://aryion.com/g4/view/826640

Start of the kink scene, woo!  Sexiness begins.  It will likely not go in the direction you’re expecting though, so be warned.

(P.S. The thumbnail art is by Seviene!)

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“Huh?”

Gris opened his eyes, which began the roleplay scene. 

The human was sitting on a bed, in front of a large, grey wolf.  The canine smiled evilly, and ran a tongue across his muzzle. 

“W-Who are you?” Gris asked fearfully.  “W-What have you done to me?!”

The wolf chuckled.  “Aw, you’re so confused,” he mocked the human.  “How cute. . .”

“Answer my question!” Gris shouted.

His captor let out a low growl, which sent a fearful shiver through the human.  “Easy now,” the wolf warned him.  “If you get aggressive, I’ll get angry.  And we don’t want that, do we?”

Gris swallowed hard.  “N-No,” he agreed.

“Good boy.  Since you were so nice, I suppose I can answer you—this time.”

The wolf cackled, and said, “But first, tell me: do you remember anything from last night?  Hmm?”

The human thought back.  “I remember walking home,” he muttered.  “I was heading to my car, but I don’t remember getting inside. . .”  He gasped in surprise as the memory hit him.  “That’s right—someone grabbed me from behind!”  He looked angrily up at his captor.  “W-Was that you?!”

“Bingo,” the canine praised him, laughing.  He sneered.  “I do love it when I get to hunt in this city, and you were /such/ a perfect little treat.  How could I resist?”

“Wait . . . ‘treat’?”  The human didn’t like the sound of that.  Just as he finished speaking, the wolf’s stomach let out a low, telltale /grooooowl/, and he looked down at it, feeling his blood run cold.  “Y-You don’t mean. . .!”

“Oh, but I /do/,” the wolf snarled.  He  put his hands on the headboard, one on each side of Gris, and leaned forward, right in the human’s face.  “I’ve caught me some delicious meat from my hunt—and I’m going to enjoy swallowing it down,” he hissed.  “You’ll make a very good dinner, /meat/.”

Gris was shaking a bit.  Fuck, when he and Dwayne did these scenes, he go to learn just how good his boyfriend was at this—it was always an amazing experience.  He was trying to hide how aroused he was, and begged, “No, please don’t eat me!”

“Heh—I do like resistant meals,” the canine teased him.  “But I like being fair to my prey, so I will give you a chance to save yourself.  That way, once I get to swallow you down, I’ll know that I won you fair and square.”

“I-I’ll do anything,” Gris pleaded.

The wolf smiled.  “Good boy.  Then let me tell you what you need to do. . .”