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Anaxa hummed a tune.
He craned his neck in front of a vanity table, gently cleaning his antlers with a damp piece of cotton cloth. He applied extra pressure in the grooves of the antlers to which dust and dirt easily clung, and wiped in small circles over smooth curves and the pointed tips. He worked carefully over the ridges, occasionally readjusting his posture to easily reach the particularly difficult spots.
He took pride in his antlers--though smaller than average, they remained unblemished and shone with a healthy sheen. He refused to adorn his antlers with an abundance of attachments, preferring its natural beauty--and likewise he refused to paint or carve intriguing designs onto their surface. Simplicity had its merit, where he found solace in the intricate branch-like patterns.
He set the piece of cloth back in the washbasin and reached for another dry piece of cotton cloth. Slowly, he patted his antlers dry, before grabbing a small bottle of a mixture of jojoba and sunflower seed oils. Coating a generous amount of the mixture on the cloth in his hands, he began to polish his antlers. This would naturally bring out the complex canvas of earthy colors--a gradient of gentle muted browns cascading into a pale beige tip.
It was quite interesting: In nature, these grand antlers served their purpose as means to attract mates during mating season, and occasionally, as weapons used to spar against other stags. Sometimes, these antlers could be used to gore predators as a method of self-defense. But as a human hybrid living in the peaceful modern world, what was once a mighty tool of the wild, was reduced to mere beauty features akin to one’s styled hair or manicured nails.
Anaxa clasped two humble circlets to the base of his antlers--stainless steel dyed with a green hue--before standing from his seat and straightening the wrinkles from his dress shirt. He arched his back and craned his neck once more--to wiggle his tail to ensure it securely slipped through the custom hole at the back of his pants. Cotton-soft and fluffy, the minty green fur was enticing in the way it was groomed with shampoo and blow-dried to give it slightly more volume.
He didn’t remember when he started this time-consuming routine--of meticulously caring for his appearance. In his youth, he minded neither the tangles of his fur nor the blemishes in his antlers--rather, he preferred a quick splash of cold water against his face and an immediate sprint out the door.
Though he didn’t know the answer to the question of when, he knew the why: There was a puppy who liked to chase, and Anaxa would indulge to the puppy’s whims. It was the shy glances, the stammering greetings, and the dreamy expressions of this puppy who drew Anaxa’s attention--and he liked to play the part of a prancing deer who easily slipped from the reaching grasps of a hungry predator.
He laughed.
Anaxa wondered when Phainon would make his move. Would they dance around each other forever, or would the puppy break first? Time was running out--Phainon having succeeded in his thesis defense, and all that was left were the minor revisions and a final sign off. It had been ten long years: Phainon walked into the university bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, who jumped into a Masters program with great conviction, and who was accepted into the PhD program immediately after.
Brushing his fingers through strands of his hair, he smelled the scent of mint suffusing gently through the air. The young man who toiled away in Anaxa’s classes, who found his niche in the world of academia--even if Anaxa wasn’t Phainon’s thesis advisor, Phainon still endearingly sought him for feedback and advice. And now that the puppy had grown into a dignified man, Anaxa couldn’t help but be proud of how far Phainon had come.
But even so, the youth kept a beast hidden deep within his smile: Eyes were the window to one’s soul, and Anaxa saw the animalistic hunger in that soft baby-blue gaze.
How--very much so--endearing.
Anaxa slung his bag loosely over one shoulder, and made his way through his house--down the stairs and out the door.
His day started with a quick drive and coffee, alongside the “hello”’s and “good morning”’s from his colleagues at Grove University. He was not the one who indulged in smalltalk or general observations of the weather: His curt replies and a small nod of acknowledgement was all he offered before making his way to his office to grab his lecture materials.
In the morning, he taught the wonders of physical chemistry to students with questionable states of wakedness. To the students who fell asleep in his class, he would point to the textbook passages and tell them to find him again if any concepts were confusing. To the students who paid their unilateral, undivided attention, he would welcome any and all questions.
At noon, he locked himself in his research lab, occasionally exiting the lab with eyebrows slightly singed. In the afternoon, he held office hours, where panicked students often congregated outside his office before he even had a chance to unlock his doors and sit down.
At the end of the day, this was when his routine diverted: Some days he would be thrown into a meeting room where erudites argued over the elusive topics of scheduling and budgeting--other days, he would meet with his graduate students to guide them on the next steps of their research and dissertation.
And on this cloudy day, a rare occurrence finally happened: Anaxa’s schedule remained empty even as he watched more and more meetings incessantly added to his calendar. He was free to leave campus early, before the traffic jams of the afternoon rush hour overtook Okhema’s streets.
To the pitter patter echoes of rain, Anaxa stepped out the door of the academic building. His cotton tail twitched. And he waited--just three minutes was all he needed.
He counted down the seconds, closing his eyes to listen to the resonant plinks of the raindrops hitting the glass awning and the splatters against the concrete sidewalks. He took in a breath, letting the fresh smell of clean petrichor, of a first rain after days of bright sun. He kept counting to the rhythm of the droplets--one more minute.
“Professor!” A singsong voice called out to him to the sound of a body haphazardly crashing into the door. “Oof.”
Anaxa turned around, and with a smile, tilted his head. “Phainon.”
He watched the fluffy white tail of a great wolf swing, almost shyly, behind him. His sharp ears perked to full attention. Like this, Phainon looked more like a fluffy samoyed puppy than the apex predator of the deep forest.
“I--” Phainon cleared his throat and showed the item in his palm. It was an umbrella. “I was walking by and I noticed the professor standing at the entrance. May I--I mean, would you--I don’t want to assume, but--”
Anaxa chuckled--Phainon halting in his stammering. “I did not bring an umbrella.”
“I see!” Phainon’s eyes twinkled. “May I offer the professor my umbrella to borrow?”
“Hmm,” Anaxa looked out to the grey horizon and the downpour. “If I borrowed your umbrella, what about yourself?”
“I am young, I can sprint home in the rain!” Phainon made a grandiose gesture of flexing his biceps. Cute.
“One should still be mindful of one’s health.”
“Professor is right.” For a moment, Phainon drooped. But soon, his tail wagged with an enthusiasm betraying a bright idea that just struck him. “May I walk the professor to his car?”
“It is an enticing offer.” He paused, just for a moment--enough to see the puppy’s ears begin to droop. “I accept.”
Anaxa was repaid with the brightest, eye-blinding smile. Phainon rushed to open the umbrella, and held it for Anaxa to walk under, right at the junction of where the awning ended and the steady rain battered against the thin piece of fabric. What a fine gentleman. He took his first step, and Phainon followed.
“Where is the professor parked?” He dutifully asked.
“Lot C, Row 7.”
“Not in the faculty parking lot?”
“I did not--” Anaxa shook his head--his antlers catching against the handle of the umbrella with a soft plink. “--my apologies.”
“Ah--oops.” Phainon’s hands wobbled. “Please do not apologize, professor. I will hold the umbrella higher.”
How dutiful of this young man, walking his professor all the way to one of the furthest parking lots to Anaxa’s academic building. Anaxa glanced up at the grey skies. Alas, the umbrella was small, its protection barely enough for one person. To shield two people meant two soaked shoulders--though in Anaxa’s case, his entire front was drenched in rainwater. He was sure Phainon’s back was in a similar state.
“That’s my car.” He reached into his bag to grab his car keys, and with the press of a button.
The umbrella was still steadily held above his head while he threw his suit jacket and his bag into the back seat, before opening the driver door. He turned around to face Phainon.
“Oh--” Phainon squeaked. To the backdrop of a grey day, his wide baby blue eyes were reminiscent of the clear skies and his steaming blush the color of the setting dusk.
“Thank you for your help.” Anaxa did not wait for Phainon’s response before he slipped into his seat and slammed the door shut.
In the side mirrors, he watched Phainon stand stupefied--his tail frozen in time and his ears twitching. It took the man a full minute before he stood aside to allow Anaxa to back out of the parking spot. Now, why did the puppy have such a lovely reaction?
A grin stretched across his face. And under his breath, he laughed. It was a good day to have chosen to wear one of his favorite underclothes--a set of soft pink lace that hugged his bosom and waist, the color matching Phainon’s sweet blush.
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There was a beautiful deer, whose head was held high and whose antlers reached towards the limitless skies. Who was mesmerizing with his eloquent speech and pointed gestures, never once failing to entrance Phainon with words weaved with honey.
Phainon didn’t know if Anaxa knew the effect he had on him--if the little deer was merely naive and innocent or if Phainon was truly an expert in hiding the thrashing beast in his heart and the hunger in his eyes. Whenever he laid eyes on the seductive sway of his hips or observed those lips slightly parted, he wanted to pin his professor down and devour him whole.
“Phainon?”
His name jolted him from his stupor. He shook, blinking his eyes rapidly before refocusing on the matter at hand. What were they doing? Oh, right--this was a meeting where one of the new PhD students was presenting… What were they presenting again?
“My apologies, I got distracted.” Across from Phainon sat Anaxa, leaning his chin against an elegant hand. His long lashes casted shadows over those captivating dual-toned eyes, looking quite listless.
The presentation continued with Phainon still half-listening to the drawling words spoken with a hint of anxiety and uncertainty. He twirled his pen, a small attempt to reign in his wandering mind.
A shuffle distracted Phainon once again--Anaxa moving to remove his suit jacket--and he almost dropped his pen. What Anaxa wore was not his regular attire, but a skin-tight, high-collared, and sleeveness shirt. He gripped his pen, threatening to break it in half with this iron-fisted grip. Phainon observed the smooth curves of those delicate shoulders, so soft in the way Anaxa’s skin seemed to glow in the dimmed lights of the meeting room. His eyes traced the gentle curves of his collar bone and clavicle--down his body where the cloth hugged tight to reveal everything and nothing.
Phainon shifted in his seat, so uncomfortable in his own skin. It was a good idea to have sat atop his tail, or else this silly, stray appendage would have made Phainon as easy to read as an open book.
He jolted in his seat as Anaxa suddenly moved to stretch his arms above his head and arched his back. The lengthy hour stuck in this meeting room must have tired him--but all Phainon could focus on was the soft smoothness of his armpits, those long limbs of his, and the supple curves of his chest and waist.
Quickly, Phainon chewed on the insides of his cheeks. He almost drew blood from how hard he sank his fangs into his soft flesh--but the pain distracted him from ogling his professor further. He could not concentrate at all. Surely, Anaxa knew how enticing he looked right now? How easy it would be for Phainon to throw the man over his shoulder and steal him away.
His pen clacked to the floor when Anaxa undid his side ponytail to let seafoam green strands cascade down his back--pretty bangs and strands of hair perfectly framed a lovely face. From where Phainon sat, he could almost taste the minty smell wafting from his professor.
“Phainon, are you alright?”
“... Huh?” He was far from being alright, when he saw the way Anaxa tied his hair into a bun. Deft fingers entangled in the minty strands, dexterously looping a hair tie around unruly hair, before tracing the smooth skin of a delicate neck to rest on his lap.
“Phainon.” It was the first time Anaxa addressed him at this meeting. “If you are not feeling well, please rest.
“No, I--I’m--” Phainon stuttered. “I’m fine.”
“Are you positive? You are free to leave.” The way Anaxa tilted his head as though to expose his throat sent Phainon’s mind reeling. “Once you feel better, you can review the recording of this meeting.”
“I am,” he affirmed. Tortuous the way Anaxa’s gaze softened, Phainon forced himself to look into Anaxa’s eyes.
“If you insist.” Anaxa turned to the PhD student and gestured to them to continue.
Perhaps Phainon should have taken the chance to sprint from this meeting room, because not a word spoken was digested. All he could think about was Anaxa and his ethereal beauty enveloped in the dimmed lights.
Later that day, when Phainon regained some semblance of his composure after drenching himself in freezing cold water, he entered Anaxa’s office with a quick knock. He was here to deliver papers on request of his thesis advisor--something about the upcoming budget review.
But when he entered Anaxa’s office, it was to the breathtaking sight of a sleeping Anaxa bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. His head was laid against his forearms on his mahogany desk, quiet breaths echoing from within.
How Phainon wanted to touch those antlers, sitting mighty atop Anaxa’s head. It made him look tall, an authoritative crown of branches that gave him a grandeur none of the other horned hybrids could replicate. To Phainon, Anaxa was almost untouchable, with his sharp gaze and even sharper tongue.
But the sight of a sleeping Anaxa, so vulnerable in his state of relaxation--it was something that was wholly domestic. He wanted to touch those antlers, to glide his fingertips against the grooves and curves. Would they feel as smooth as they looked? Would Anaxa feel Phainon touch his antlers?
Anaxa stirred--the way his nose scrunched and his eyebrows twitched was adorable. The little pout of his plump, soft lips--Phainon wanted to devour those lips and claim it as his and nothing but his.
Phainon’s breath hitched when Anaxa’s lashes fluttered and blinked the sleep from those brilliant eyes.
“Oh, I fell asleep.” Anaxa’s voice was thick with fatigue, but it only took a brief moment for his visage of an icy queen to return. “My apologies, Phainon.”
Phainon should have said something along the lines of, “it’s alright,” or “no biggie,” but all that slipped from his lips was a squeak and a wheeze. He was quite possibly the most pathetic wolf Anaxa would ever meet.
And Anaxa--he got up and stretched, before walking from behind his desk to approach the dumbfounded Phainon rooted at the door of the office. Phainon’s eyes were glued to Anaxa’s bare feet--from the dainty heel to the smooth skin stretched over perfectly shaped ankles. If he begged, would he be allowed to worship the floor Anaxa walked on?
The papers in his hands were snatched away, jolting him back to reality. Phainon continued to stare as Anaxa turned his back to him, a beautiful nape fully exposed. The smell of mint suffused in the air surrounding them, and Phainon immediately became entranced--seduced by his innocent professor.
“Phainon?”
“Uh--yes?” Phainon blinked rapidly. His ears and tail twitched.
“You’re awfully close.”
Indeed, Phainon was a mere step away from crashing into Anaxa. He had almost lost to his instincts, his need to grab that pretty neck and bite into the supple fresh overtook his rational being.
“... My apologies.”
Phainon quickly scrambled back to keep himself at an arm’s length away. That was dangerous--too dangerous, as though Phainon was more animal than human for that brief moment. Because the smell of his professor was so, so sweet.
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When Anaxa stepped out of his academic building, it was already late into the evening. The parking lots were vacant, not a soul in sight, except--
“Was today another long day?” Phainon appeared from behind him, wearing an innocent smile.
“Yes,” Anaxa answered. “I did not expect to see you on campus at this hour.”
“Oh,” Phainon sheepishly laughed. “I may or may not have accidentally fallen asleep while revising my thesis.”
Right. An “accident”. “How are your revisions coming along?”
“I just submitted my thesis for final review!” Phainon beamed, flashing a toothy grin. Briefly, Anaxa stared at those sharp fangs.
“That’s great to hear. Congratulations.” A ten, long years Phainon’s journey had been, here at Grove University. Time was running out, little puppy.
“Thank you,” Phainon paused. “May I walk the professor to his car?”
“How very sweet of you.” Alas, it was not necessary. “However, I did not drive today. It looks like this is goodbye, Phainon. I have to hurry to catch the last bus.”
“Wait, professor--” Phainon’s excitable tail froze. “It’s almost midnight.”
“I am aware.”
“Do you--” The puppy stopped mid-sentence to ponder his words. “It’s dangerous.”
“Public transportation is quite safe, even late at night.” The only danger to Anaxa was the very being standing before him, at this very moment.
Anaxa tilted his head, eyes narrowing to Phainon’s flaring nose. Phainon’s lips thinned, the happy sway of his tail stopped to curl.
“May I…” Phainon trailed off, suddenly appearing distant. Perhaps he needed a little push.
“Would you like to drive me home?”
Phainon’s eyes widened, something caught in his throat. He choked on his words before hurriedly nodding, now that his brain finally caught up to digest Anaxa’s words.
“Yes, absolutely!”
What an excitable, cute puppy.
And excitable Phainon remained, from the way he seemed to vibrate with something akin to overwhelming excitement as he held the passenger side door open for Anaxa, as he slipped into the diver’s seat--even as he turned to look at his side view mirrors to catch Anaxa’s gaze, and the steering wheel wobbled slightly. Heh. Dying in a car accident wasn’t on Anaxa’s to-do list.
Anaxa leaned against the door frame, turning away. Through hooded eyes, he saw the way Phainon’s muscles tensed and the knuckle-white grip on the steering wheel. His intense focus was purely on the road ahead.
It must have been quite tiring, because Phainon drove steadily above the speed limit and within a short period of time, they arrived at Anaxa’s residence. Phainon let out a long sigh, surely the breath he had been holding since they left campus.
And Anaxa--he leaned his entire body towards Phainon, and ever so slightly pressed a light touch to Phainon’s forearm. Immediately, he felt Phainon jolt and twitch, the young man’s gaze focusing solely on where his fingers touched skin.
“Thank you, Phainon.”
With that, he exited the car and waved the puppy goodbye.
He counted the steps he took from the curbside where Phainon parked to his door.
He counted the seconds he reached into his bag for his keys.
He counted, until he slid his key into the keyhole.
And he felt it--a muscular body lean against him. There was an obvious bulge that pressed against his hind--and he couldn’t help but playfully flick his cotton tail. The body behind him twitched.
“Professor...”
Anaxa smiled.
Finally.
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Anaxa gasped--impatient hands roamed his body while a tongue claimed his mouth in a sloppy kiss of lips sliding against lips and teeth clacking against teeth. He clung onto the cotton shirt of the hulking body enveloping his own. Every little noise he made was swallowed in whole by Phainon, who did not allow a second of break for Anaxa to breathe.
A knee was pressed between his parted legs, firmly grinding against the wet spot forming at his crotch. Anaxa moaned, long and drawling--before clutching onto the front of Phainon’s shirt and with a heft, spinning him around to slam the man against the wall.
Their kiss broke, the both of them fully flushed and heaved to catch their breath--Phainon’s grip on Anaxa’s waist seemed to tighten, hard enough to bruise.
“Professor…”
Phainon leaned forward in an attempt to capture Anaxa’s lips again, but Anaxa kept Phainon firmly pressed against the wall. The puppy whined, as though begging--hands impatiently slipping into the back of Anaxa’s pants to cup at soft cheeks.
“Hnng--” Anaxa shivered when Phainon squeezed the mounds of flesh. “Patience, little one.”
“Ten years.” Phainon surged forward to nuzzle against the crook of Anaxa’s neck. He licked and nipped against the sensitive skin, his fangs grazing against Anaxa to send shivers down his spine. “I’ve waited ten years to hold you like this. I--”
Anaxa let go of the shirt he was clinging to to wrap his arms around Phainon’s neck. One hand rose to gently card through the mop of messy white hair and brush against the soft furry ears, and patted the little puppy.
“Ah!” Anaxa moaned, when teeth sank into his neck--the first time he was marked by this impatient puppy. Phainon peppered kisses over the bite mark, mixed with soothing licks--and Anaxa only bared his neck to allow better access to his delicate neck.
While Phainon marked his territory, Anaxa’s hands roamed down Phainon’s body. He felt every flex of those tense muscles, the firmness of his back, and the wonderfully sculpted body of perfect proportions. His fingers grazed against a sturdy leather belt, and following the garment to the front, unbuckled it with an almost practiced ease.
He slipped his fingers down Phainon’s pants to paw at the erect cock, lightly touching the member to the whines of a twitching predator in his grasp. And he chuckled.
“Professor?” Phainon panted against Anaxa’s neck, resting a heavy head against smooth shoulders.
“I have--ah!” Anaxa was cut off when Phainon began to suckle at the small dip between his throat and his collarbone. “I have a proposition.”
Phainon hugged Anaxa impossibly tighter, before finally pausing to look up from his hunched posture. “Proposition?”
The way Phainon flushed--it was almost as if he was drunk on pleasure and need.
“Yes, a proposition.” Anaxa grazed a finger against his brows, and to the shivers of the body holding him, traced the finger down the sides of Phainon’s face and his jawline, feeling the way his jaw tensed under the gossamer-light touch. He grasped Phainon’s chin and tilted his face upwards to expose a predator’s weakest part--the neck. “Give me control, and I will reward you.”
“C-control?” Phainon’s voice shook, tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
“Yes. I want to see you tied and drowned in pleasure.” Anaxa pressed a kiss to the tip of Phainon’s nose. “I want to draw out the beast inside of you.”
Phainon whimpered, his eyes unfocused with lust. Anaxa could see himself reflected perfectly in those baby blue eyes.
“Your reward will be exceptional.” Anaxa watched the prominent Adam's apple move as Phainon gulped.
“I…” Through parted lips, Phainon’s breath hitched. “I give you my all.”
Anaxa pressed a kiss to Phainon’s quivering lips--his teeth scraped the bottom lip, but when Phainon moved to deepen the kiss, Anaxa withdrew.
He guided Phainon towards his bedroom, all the while discarding his clothing haphazardly on the floor. Garments discarded in a trail, until only a cute lace panty remained. What a shame he wasn’t able to foresee the day being the very one where Phainon gave in, because he would have worn a lovely lingerie set instead.
Upon entering his humble bedroom, he pointed to a chair. “Undress and sit.”
He turned to his closet, rummaging through the various boxes for a set of treated jute ropes. He kneeled forward--playful in the way he was sure Phainon would see his perk buttocks and the white underside of his cotton tail. It hid nothing, his panties which hugged his plump pussy lips barely contained in the flimsy fabric. From the other side of the room, Anaxa could hear a sharp inhale of a breath.
After retrieving a set of ropes, he turned to Phainon--like an obedient little puppy, Phainon was as naked as a newborn babe, patiently sitting on a wooden chair with a rigid posture.
Anaxa returned to Phainon’s side. He slid into the puppy’s lap, quite enjoying the softness of his thighs against his own and the firm abs and pecs he was free to ogle and touch. His fingers sank into one of these pecs, fingers squeezing lightly much like the way his own ass was being squeezed.
He licked Phainon’s collarbone, up and to his Adam’s apple. He gave it a brief kiss, light in the way his lips barely brushed against the skin. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for continue.”
He slipped from Phainon’s lap and looped the center of the rope around his waist--immediately, Phainon arched his back at the contact with the rough fibers. For a moment, Anaxa paused.
“Green.”
Anaxa moved to pull the rope around the back of Phainon’s neck--with enough give to allow some movement in case Phainon became particularly angsty, but taut enough to leave a teasing burn against his skin. His hands glided against chiseled abs, weaving a diamond pattern to contrast an expanse of a flawless build. Methodical in his every touch, Phainon shivered--and with every loop of the rope, Phainon whimpered--until his torso was decorated in rope that accentuated his impressive build and girth.
“Color?”
“Green.”
“I will tie your arms behind your back. Color?”
“... Green.”
Anaxa raised an eyebrow.
“Yellow.”
Anaxa cupped Phainon’s face and kissed him--a chaste kiss of a soft brush of lips, before deepening as he opened his mouth to let Phainon’s tongue slip in. Phainon seemed to chase after his tongue as they coiled together, tasting each other. He trailed a hand down Phainon’s ribs, he gasped--the rope flexing and chafing the soft skin.
After Anaxa broke the kiss, he held both of Phainon’s wrists together in front of him. He weaved a simple pattern that had his hands rendered useless. When the last knot was tied, Anaxa stopped--he stood back to admire his handiwork, of Phainon exposed and vulnerable before him, face flushed and breaths heavy. He looked at Anaxa, and only Anaxa.
He smiled, a finger slipping in between skin and rope. He pulled the rope back, just a little bit, and released it to let the tension bring the rope back to snap against skin. The sound was a melody to Anaxa’s ears.
“How is the tightness?”
“It’s fine.” Phainon’s voice quivered.
Anaxa palmed at the raging hardness in between Phainon’s thighs, the slit at the tip already weeping precum. It twitched against Anaxa’s hands, its weight heavy and scalding hot to the touch.
“What an excited little pup,” Anaxa chuckled.
When he squeezed his hands, Phainon choked with a gasp. He kneeled down in front of the tied predator, and parted his thighs to shuffle forward and take his spot between spread legs.
“P-professor?” Phainon’s voice was shaky, almost stuttering.
“You are not allowed to touch me.” This was the only thing Anaxa said before he leaned forward and dragged his tongue from the base of the cock to the tip--and he kissed the tip of the twitching member.
Phainon threw his head back with a groan, lifting his tied hands to his chest. He squirmed while he bucked his hips--as though he was trying to get away from the teasing touch, but still wanting much more.
Anaxa held the base of the member to keep it steady, before flattening his tongue against the tip to give it another lick. When he swirled his tongue, Phainon seemed to stiffen further, the tip drooling even more.
He took the tip into his mouth, suckling and lapping at the slit. His tongue was immediately coated with the salty and bitter taste of Phainon’s spend, but what Anaxa focused on was not the taste, but the sheer girth of the cock. His lips were stretched wide, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Anaxa had sucked plenty of dicks before, but none came close to its sizable length. He shivered--fitting this in his throat would surely suffocate him.
And so, he tried--he took Phainon deeper, letting the head glide across his tongue and towards the back of his throat. He tried to relax--truly--, but when the tip touched the back of his throat, he gurgled. Hurriedly, he leaned back until the cock slipped from his mouth with a pop--and he started coughing as he gasped for air. Fuck.
“Professor!” Phainon’s concern was not lost on Anaxa, but the raging hard dick did not soften a single bit in his grasp.
Anaxa wiped the drool from his lips. “You’re huge.”
“Sorry.” When Phainon flushed a deep red, Anaxa smirked.
His lips sealed around the tip once more--and took in a deep breath before sinking down. He willed himself to relax and to open as the tip kissed the back of his throat--but he trembled from the girth while he drooled uncontrollably around the thick shaft.
Anaxa pulled back, feeling the cock drag against his lips glistening with his spit. He sucked, hard--Phainon groaning above him as his hips jerked. Anaxa immediately sank back down to take his length into his mouth. Slowly, he bobbed his head.
“Professor Anaxa,” Phainon rasped. “You feel so good.”
Anaxa twitched. Slowly, he withdrew the dick from his mouth to complain about his butchered name--but he barely opened his mouth to spit out the first word when Phainon placed his bound hands on Anaxa. With one hand gripped around one antler and the other hend cupping the back of his head, Phainon yanked Anaxa forward.
The dick punched the back of his throat, curving downward and into his throat. Anaxa moaned, his body twitching from the sudden intrusion. Two hands gripped on Phainon’s thighs while he gagged on cock, his airways cut off. Between his legs, his juices stained his soaked underwear.
“You feel so, so good,” the impatient puppy moaned.
Anaxa’s head was held tightly, forced onto the dick as his nose brushed against the pubes at Phainon’s crotch. He gagged--forced to swallow around the girthy shaft--his lips red and swollen from the painful stretch. The puppy bucked his hips, rutting against Anaxa’s face--he was fucked with uneven, hurried thrusts, and all he could do was let Phainon use him. Soon, he felt the cock pulse against his tongue before bottoming out and something warm was spilled directly into his throat, straight into his stomach.
His body shook from the brutal treatment--but Phainon’s grip on him was iron-tight, and all he could do was wait for Phainon to finish nutting into his mouth. With a low, rumbling groan, Phainon yanked Anaxa off of his dick--the last of his spend spurting onto Anaxa’s face.
Anaxa tumbled back, coughing and wheezing for breath. He gulped down air with heaving breaths. The globs of semen was salty on his tongue--he lamented the fact he couldn’t savor its taste and play with Phainon’s release. Alas, the puppy couldn’t control himself, and had to face fuck Anaxa with unexpected brutality. Such was the risk Anaxa took when he allowed Phainon’s hands to be tied in front of him instead of behind.
“What a bad puppy,” Anaxa chuckled.
Phainon whined, blissful in the wake of his orgasm. “I’m--”
“You are a wolf, are you not?” Anaxa watched Phainon nod with a hurried desperation. “But from the way you’re acting right now, you’re but a little dog.”
Anaxa returned to his position in between the puppy’s legs, and flicked the tip of the glistening cock coated in cum and spit. Phainon shuddered.
Anaxa used a muscular leg as leverage to push himself from the floor. He stood up, and lazily leaned against the squirming Phainon. He straddled one thigh and rubbed his erect clit against a trembling knee--before gyrating his hips to rub his sopping wet pussy. Through hooded eyelids, he looked up at the panting Phainon.
When Phainon leaned forward, Anaxa quickly pushed himself away, out of the puppy’s grasp. His crotch weeped at the loss of contact.
“Please, professor…”
The way Phainon begged made his heart skip a beat. He pressed an index finger to the center of Phainon’s chest, slowly tracing upward. A ghostly-light touch to his collarbones, up his neck and glossing over his Adam’s apple. Anaxa’s touch tickled his throat, until his finger rested upon Phainon’s chin. Once again, Anaxa tilted his head upwards.
“What do you want, little pup?”
“I want to--I want to sink my teeth into your flesh.” Phainon struggled against his bonds, but the flexing ropes kept him a prisoner to the chair. “You smell so sweet, so delicious.”
Anaxa laughed. “But you’ve been a bad little puppy, have you not? Bad puppies don’t deserve rewards.”
Phainon whined. “Please.”
Anaxa stepped back, until the back of his knees touched his lonely bed. He sat down and spread his legs. Immediately, Phainon’s attention was drawn to the panties soaked with Anaxa’s juices hiding nothing of his most private parts. Anaxa laughed again--at the sight of a drooling predator bound before him.
“Watch,” was his only command.
Anaxa hooked his thumbs under the lace of his panties, and lifted his hips--just enough to peel the drenched panties from his crotch and down his thighs. The garment left a trail of slick to smear on his inner thighs and bunched at his knees. He sighed, finally free from its uncomfortable grasp. With a tug, it fell free to the floor. He leaned back, letting himself sink into the plush mattress--not before dragging a large pillow to lay against.
To the hitch of a breath from the wolf bound to a lonely chair, Anaxa spread his thighs to expose his plump, glistening folds to hungry eyes. And he touched himself--from his perky breasts to the criminally thin waist, down to the swell of his hips and over his wet and messy crotch.
“Ah!” A soft moan slipped from his lips when he teased at his swollen folds coated with a thin, transparent liquid. Indulgent in the way he massaged himself, he jerked his hips into his hand as he bit his bottom lip. He held back a chuckle when he saw Phainon shift in his seat, thrusting his hips ever so slightly to the cadence of Anaxa’s own movements.
“Do not touch yourself,” he breathed. The scent of musk was heavy in the air. “Just watch. This is your punishment.”
The puppy whimpered, clasping both hands tight against one another and to his chest. Phainon’s dick twitched, beads of precum leaked from the tip.
Anaxa’s fingers glided across slippery folds to prod at his clit--a little bud peeking from its hood nestled between two plump folds. With lazy strokes at the clit, he spread his legs wider to expose himself in full to the starving predator in front of him--a show of pure seduction and filth that had his heart rate spike.
He moaned, loudly--for his salivating spectator--, and worked his swollen folds delicately apart to reveal a weeping hole oozing thick slick. He sank a finger into himself and pulled his spasming entrance to one side--from this angle, from the way Phainon stared with rapt attention, the little puppy would have gotten the perfect view to Anaxa’s insides.
He shivered: Never once did he think having an audience while he masturbated would have heightened his sensitivity like so. Right now, he quivered with a single finger inside of him, the tip of his digit poking at his gummy walls that seemed to want to suck its hot depths.
While Phainon was busy drooling over his sopping wet pussy, Anaxa pinched a sensitive nipple between sharp nails--his body jerked, and Phainon’s attention snapped to his flushed face and hooded eyes batting pretty lashes.
Anaxa let his eyes fall closed, feeling the penetration and easy slide as he added a second finger. It was still not enough--compared to Phainon’s girth, two fingers were nothing. So, he added a third, the stretch of his entrance tight. But with a knead of his breast, he gasped and his pussy squirted a glob of slick to coat his fingers.
He fucked himself like this--legs splayed wide, with three fingers pumping into his greedy hole and the other hand groping his chest. Noises spilled from his reddened lips as he twisted his hands to prod at spots inside of his pussy that had him beautifully arch his back. He shuddered, legs trembling while waves of pleasure washed over him.
Hearing Phainon growl and thrash against the ropes binding him tight, Anaxa chuckled with a certain delight. A predator was surely losing his mind, and it was all because of him! Could Phainon smell his arousal from where he sat?
His fingers sped up, the rhythmic wet squelch echoing in his ears. Whorish moans slipped gratuitously from his parted lips--jolts of pleasure sending his body spasming. With a sharp inhale, his hips bucket and his pussy clenched around his fingers while an orgasm ripped through his body.
A splash of wetness hit his hand still cupping his crotch, dripping down his thighs to stain the sheets below in a puddle. Anaxa moaned--obscenely, a harmony to seduce the panting predator. He let the pleasure course through his veins and settle in his lower belly. But this was far from enough--he wanted to be filled, to have something splitting him wide open. He imagined himself speared on that large dick, hot and heavy inside of his pussy and pushing against his womb.
With a yelp, he slid his fingers from his empty and needy cunt. Lazily, he pushed himself from the comfortable bed. Even if his legs still trembled, even if his mind was muddled with nothing but the thought of getting bred, he dragged himself to Phainon.
Anaxa fell against the man, slumping against a muscular chest. He looked up at Phainon, who had a stare so intense, it seemed to bore a hole through Anaxa’s skull. He chuckled, drunk from his orgasm.
“Lick,” he commanded, his voice breathy. He pushed the fingers coated in his release to Phainon’s lips.
And the puppy dutifully opened his mouth to lick the slender fingers. Phainon’s tongue swirled from the tip of each finger to the base, until every bit of skin was coated with his saliva.
“Professor…” Phainon moaned while he sucked the fingers as though it dripped with ambrosia from the very gods above.
“How do I taste?” Anaxa slipped his fingers from Phainon’s mouth and leaned forward to press a kiss to Phainon’s lips. He tasted himself on those lips.
“Divine.”
For a moment, Anaxa was surprised. How… cute. Anaxa grinned.
“Good puppy.” He dug a finger into the knots binding Phainon’s hands--and with a tug, the rope came free.
Immediately, Phainon wrapped both arms around Anaxa’s lithe form. “Professor!”
“You may take your reward now,” Anaxa whispered, low, into the feral puppy’s ears. He reached behind Phainon to undo another knot, the jute ropes falling to pool around the chair.
Anaxa only had a moment to take in the beautiful chafed skin, the patterned red marks that decorated Phainon’s chiseled body. He only had a brief moment to feel the muscles flexing, engulfing his small frame in full--before Phainon surged from his seat.
A squeak of surprise fell from his lips as he was swept from his feet into Phainon’s arms, and thrown haphazardly onto the bed.
Anaxa landed with an omph and a bounce on his mattress, but he wasn’t allowed to complain about the rough treatment when Phainon immediately grabbed the back of his knees and pressed him down. His muscles were stretched taut, edging on painful with the way he was nearly folded in half into a mating press.
“Phainon!” Anaxa gasped.
From where he laid, he could see his cock leaking a sticky mess onto his abdomen and his twitching cunt fully exposed. From between his legs, he caught a glance of the hanging, veiny cock to the backdrop of a playfully swishing tail.
“Professor,” Phainon groaned, low and rumbling. “You are so beautiful.”
Phainon lined himself to Anaxa’s hole and pressed the tip to the glistening folds.
“Ah!” Anaxa shivered, his arms gripping at the sheets beneath him.
Despite the sheer size of the cock--despite having never taken something so large, his pussy pulsed around the head that popped inside. Eased by his insatiably wet pussy, the cock sank into him, wrenching his gummy walls apart. He threw his head back, mouth opening in a soundless moan at the insane stretch inside of him as though it split him apart.
With a grunt, Phainon sheathed himself fully into the welcoming heat of a fluttering pussy.
“You feel--you feel so good, professor.” Phainon leaned forward, fingers digging into the supple flesh of Anaxa’s thighs in a bruising grip. “So tight.”
Anaxa only had a moment to take in the sight of his pussy stretched to its limit around a thick cock, slick leaking from the sides to coat the both of them. Phainon leaned forward to capture Anaxa’s lips. He tried to breathe through his nose--but with every breath, Phainon seemed to kiss deeper until Anaxa was but a puddle of mindless pleasure.
Phainon started to withdraw from the enticing, messy cunt--the long drag against Anaxa’s sensitive walls had him twitching uncontrollably. Anaxa wrapped both arms around the back of Phainon’s neck, and Phainon thrusted his hips forward to drive the dick deep into the depth of his guts.
And the wolf started rutting into him, breeding him in a cacophony of wet skin against skin accompanied by hitched moans and gasps of the body beneath. With every thrust, Anaxa grew wetter, pleasure and pain thunderously rolled through him until all he could think about was the dick churning his pussy to cream. Slick spurted from his hole with every incessant thrust to stain the fine sheets beneath.
With a shudder, Anaxa came--orgasm tearing through him while the dick that punched into his guts had him seeing starts. He squirted, a mess of liquids drenching the both of them--but all Phainon did was press down on his thighs and drive his dick harder into his spasming cunt.
The wolf, bestial in the way he chased his own release, fucked Anaxa through his orgasm. His thrusts soon became erratic, losing the steady rhythm until with a grunt, he punched he sheathed his entire length into the loosened pussy and released.
“Anaxa… Anaxa!” The puppy licked and nibbled at Anaxa’s throat, hands finally letting go of the cramping legs that flopped uselessly to the side.
Anaxa panted, registering nothing except the scorching hot cum that spilled inside of his womb. Exhausted, he let his arms fall limply to the mattress, head lolling to one side. He was completely fucked out.
“Hnng!” Anaxa jolted when a warm hand pressed down on his lower abdomen. Lazily, he glanced down--to see Phainon focused at the bulge of his abdomen where Phainon’s erect dick was pressed to his womb.
The pressure sent shivers down Anaxa’s spine--Phainon’s look was that of a starved wolf who was presented with a delectable meal.
The cock that carved itself into Anaxa’s insides withdrew suddenly, sending another shock of pleasure coursing through his veins. A mix of cum and slick slipped from his gaping hole, a twitching entrance that could no longer close.
With an almost hurried aggression, Phainon flipped Anaxa onto his stomach and lifted his shaking hips high. Anaxa blushed, with this sudden change in position, he could feel globs of semen leak from his loose hole to drip down his thighs to spatter against the soiled sheets.
A hand suddenly gripped his limp cotton tail and tugged at the sensitive base.
“Phaino--Mmph!” Anaxa’s protest was cut short when a hand held the back of his head and pushed him into the mattress.
The bed behind him dipped--his knees were pushed aside until he was spread whorishly wide. A sturdy body pressed into him, a heavy dick slid through the messy folds.
Anaxa moaned into the mattress, his eyes rolling back into his skull when the girthy dick bullied its way into Anaxa to the hilt. Phainon leaned down until his large frame bracketed all of Anaxa, speared on cock.
“Professor,” Phainon growled into Anaxa’s ears, the last of his sanity hanging on by a thin thread. “I’ve always wanted to touch your tail.”
Fingers dug into the fur, fingers carting through soft strands and pinching the sensitive appendage. Phainon stroked his tail languidly, as though savoring a remarkable treasure.
That was before Phainon held his cotton tail in a grip and yanked hard.
“Ah!” Anaxa gasped, almost wailing. “Not so rough--”
The hand gripping his tail released its hold, only to grasp one antler and wrenched Anaxa up and backward, until his back was in a beautiful arch. Anaxa shivered--trembled--the pressure on his antler and skull was a dull pain that soon melted into pleasure when Phainon began to thrust.
Phainon plundered, animalistically, into the moist pussy that opened fully for him. Heat coiled inside Anaxa’s stomach, writhing in pleasure-pain while he was being bred--being fucked from behind, an antler used as leverage to drive deeper and harsh into his pussy.
When Phainon’s other hand grabbed his second antler, Anaxa climaxed--pussy squirting a deluge of slick to spew all over himself and the sheets below. His body tipped into uncomfortable overstimulation--but not once did Phainon stop his harsh thrusts that rearranged Anaxa’s insides.
Anaxa came again on Phainon’s cock, pleasure mercilessly ripping through him. But all Anaxa could do was take it all, the slap of skin against skin echoing in his ears and the battering of his hind jerking his body back and forth. The hands clutching his antlers held steady, and if Anaxa didn’t know any better, he thought Phainon was trying to rip them from his skull.
“Professor!” Phainon growled, and with a snarl, sank his fangs into a smooth shoulder.
Anaxa keened, a scream that rendered his throat raw, as a consecutive orgasm tore through his body. He thrashed--but the beast behind him kept thrusting his hips until Anaxa became stupid on cock.
Phainon’s dick punched into his cervix--and spilled inside Anaxa, painting his womb a white sticky mess. Anaxa’s cunt clenched weakly around the pulsing length, only weakly whimpering when the base of Phainon’s cock started to inflate.
Right.
Phainon was a wolf. This meant he had a knot, and his cunt was to receive all of Phainon’s seeds. Anaxa’s eyes rolled back, and to the deluge of cum being poured into his womb, darkness consumed him as he went limp in Phainon’s hold.
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When Anaxa came to, it was to a back that was drowned in pain with every twitch of his sore muscles and a crotch that was on utter fire. He whimpered--like a weak little fawn who sought another’s warmth.
And it was warm.
Anaxa was tucked to Phainon’s chest, the wolf a hulking mass in his bed that suffused a gentle presence. An arm was loosely slung around his waist, the hand pressing against his back in a hug that soothed his pain and made him feel cherished from the depths of his soul.
Anaxa smiled, burying his face into the warm chest--careful in the way he avoided poking Phainon with a stray tip of an antler.
A cheeky hand slid to Phainon’s waist, and reached down to dip into a fluffy tail.
“Me too.” His finger sank into the softness of a wolf’s fur. “I’ve always wanted to touch your tail.”
Anaxa closed his eyes, this time peacefully, as he let himself drift off in the comforts of another’s embrace.