mantra

"keep repeating it," Wendell told the initiate, lazily licking a tongue the size of a facecloth into the pup's gasping mouth. every so often, he'd interrupt the dog's mid-fuck groans with a long, lapping, intimate kiss, the sounds of it filling up the cave. 

Wendell felt the initiate weaken in his arms, relaxing into the attentions of the elder loup; a little good-cop bad-cop routine between the two hulking lobos. Wendell pulled back, holding the dog's head in two immense paws. looking right down into the potential-future-werewolf's eyes, he sized up his potential. 

he was cute, so he had that going for him. the dog's stocky body was rocking unsteadily, legs spread wide, as if he were riding a horse much too big and too rowdy for him. the other, darker warg continued impatiently opening him up. 

"remember," the lighter wolf said, yellow eyes staring directly into the dog's soul--he had never felt so lowly, so domesticated, as he did around these two; it turned the dog on so much it made his belly ache. 

"the thing about your mantra is, you're not saying it for him. he already knows. you're saying it for you."

"huh... i hadn't th-thought about it that way..." 

the initiate looked up at him, wincing, and above the wolf's shaggy head he could see the Full Moon, as bright and yellow as a paper lantern. it was so beautiful. 

"i'm your bitch, i'm your b--", he managed to whisper, but the rest was reduced to a long, low, gut-punched wheeze, feeling like he'd been socked in the solar plexus. 

right then, the other wolf had hilted in him, and knocked the breath clear out of his lungs. there was a moment, and suddenly the pleasure hit him like a freight train; so much pleasure, it almost made him panic. "oh -jesus-," he whimpered, legs shaking. if it weren't for Wendell coaching him through it with a few gentle face-slaps, there was a non-zero chance the poor mutt's soul would've left his body right then, floating up into the universe, melting into Oneness. 

 "phew!" Provo rumbled, happy to have his efforts rewarded. the big dark wolf shimmied his broad hips, rolling them around; the dog had never had someone -so- inside of him before; he could feel Provo's heartbeat through his cock, and this made him confusingly emotional. he suddenly felt so close with the two wolves. they were such great guys. he couldn't stop staring at the Moon.

the dark wolf rolled his hips one last time, a quick, businesslike thrust into the dog's warmth, chk-chk, as if he were pumping a shotgun. even just this small motion was enough to make the dog reel and pant and whimper.

"haha, alright, fuckin' finally. you ready, initiate? let's get this show on the road!"

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