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With a basket full of fruits, Viktor finds himself traversing the path back to his cottage deep in the woods. His husband, who is supposed to be as healthy as a horse, has fallen ill after coming back from a trip to a neighboring country. Humans are susceptible to such things, after all — which marks Viktor's journey with more urgency than anything.
Viktor pulls up the red hood of his cape as a light shower of rain finds its way past the thick foliage of elder trees in the dense forest. A light fog quickly descends, concealing the path and making every single bark of tree the same as any other that Viktor has passed.
Now, surely, a seasoned vampire such as himself could easily navigate such a place with his heightened senses. However, this is the first time Viktor has been outside the cottage for decades. It was his husband who usually went out to town to transact with the villagers. However, now that he's sick, it's Viktor's duty to do all those things and care for his beloved.
They're partners for life, after all.
Of course, this entails that Viktor has to conceal his true identity from the other humans in the village — which explains his scarlet red cape made of the finest cloth in Runeterra. It's a treasured gift from his husband, one that helps Viktor mask every telling trait of his otherness to the general public like his unnaturally sharp eyes and grey skin, especially his pointed ears.
Viktor continues to walk straight ahead, wondering why he hasn't made it back yet after his feet have gotten tired. He leans upon a tree with a huff, resting his humble wooden cane against the trunk, as he massages his bad leg with one hand.
Viktor isn't lost, is he?
A shudder runs down his spine when he recalls a tale that one of the vendors from the town passes on to one of the tourists purchasing from her stall.
"If ya know what's best for ya, I'd stay clear of that forest," she warns with wide eyes. "Some big, hostile wolf roams 'round those parts and attacks anybody it's got its sights on."
Viktor gulps at the memory and feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on one end when he feels a heavy presence nearby. He stills in place like a stone, killing his existence to blend with nature itself, but can't help but cover the lower half of his face when he faintly scents the musky and earthy notes of a virile old alpha in rut.
The vampire in Viktor recoils at the very scent, his own instincts telling him to flee as fast as he can. He can hear the crunch of leaves under a heavy foot inching closer. If Viktor still had a beating heart, it would be racing loud enough that he'll certainly get caught.
Getting caught by an alpha wolf — his kind's natural enemy — on the cusp of a rut can only spell trouble: Viktor will be lucky if he can get out of this without getting mauled to death. Werewolves are known for being territorial, after all.
Relief washes over Viktor when he hears the crunching noises stray further away from his hiding spot. He breathes out a soft sigh before taking his cane and leaving behind the trunk he's been resting on.
His breath catches in his throat, feet planted on the ground, when the face of the wolf greets him with a razor sharp-toothed grin.
"Hello there, little one," he greets in a rumbling voice that makes Viktor press his thighs together, his whole frame shaking in fright as if he were a lamb instead. "Do you need some help finding your way back? You seem lost."
Viktor's pale cheeks fill with a pinch of pink at the sight of the wolf. There's a wildness to him, certainly — his tattered clothing could've seen better days, his large feet devoid of any footwear. However, what anchors Viktor's attention to the other creature's face is the square cut of his bearded jaw that has more salt than pepper in it, the sharpness in his kind hazel eyes framed by handsome lines of age, and how the wolf towers over him easily.
From what Viktor can recall, wolves slowly begin to transform back to their canine forms as their rut arrives closer. Viktor can see the fur peeking out of his chest and arms, his claws dark and dangerous. He looks like he's moments away from shifting completely, making Viktor tremble and grip his basket tightly.
"Oh, um, no thank you, Jay— err, I mean, M-Mr. Wolf..." Viktor politely trails off. He gestures slowly and openly so as not to trigger an aggressive reaction from the other creature. The wolf covers the lower half of his face with his partially transformed hand, as if trying to hide a grin. "Apologies for interrupting you. I best be on my way."
When Viktor tries to overtake the other creature, the wolf immediately slides in front of him, blocking his way forward. Viktor's grip on the head of his cane tightens as he gulps and glances up at his husb— err, the wolf through his lashes.
"Hey, no need to hurry," the wolf purrs, his irises fat slits inside his hazel eyes as he props his arm against the trunk. Viktor allows himself to be backed into the massive tree trunk. "Seems to me that a gorgeous vampire like yourself has found himself lost in my forest."
Viktor raises his pointer finger to correct the wolf. "Actually, the forest is home to many creatures even older than us. Therefore, to say that it belongs to you alone is an insult to those who have resided here for far longer," he explains.
The wolf only blinks at him, a brow raised as the corner of his lips tick up into an undeniable smile, his sharp canines showing. Viktor stares at the wolf, both of them speechless. Then, the vampire realizes what he just said and lets out a cough, blinking rapidly as he properly responds to this... stranger.
"Umm... I appreciate the help, I really do, but I-I have to go," Viktor tries to say. However, he finds himself cornered by the massive wolf, the shadow his body casts blanketing Viktor's form completely. Viktor is stunned, glancing up as he rubs his thighs together under his blood red cloak. "M-My husband is waiting for me at home because he is, uh— What was he again... Oh, right, he is sick. Hence, this basket in my hand." He shows the wolf his basket of fruits and herbs with an impish smile.
"My, my. Guess you have to hurry back home then." The wolf shrugs before making space for Viktor to pass. He trails closely behind the old vampire, his nose scenting around his neck. "Come on, I'm not gonna bite, sugar."
"You sure smell like you will."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Jayce, dear—" Viktor says out of habit before flinching when he catches himself slipping up. He turns to Jayce with a mildly distraught look. "Oh, I mean—" he tries to correct before his shoulders slump in defeat. "I am doing terribly at this, aren't I?"
"No, baby," Jayce, the wolf, coos as he nuzzles his nose against the side of Viktor's face. The friction of their beard against each other's face feels ticklish, and Jayce's chest rumbles with a barely withheld low growl. "You're doing so great... Just keep going, alright?"
Viktor pouts, feeling like he's already letting his husband down like this. They agreed to spice up Jayce's rut this time around by trying out this ‘roleplaying’ thing that one of his wolf friends suggested. "What was I supposed to do next?" he asks.
"You were supposed to say yes to me helping you get home, Vik..." Jayce murmurs as he begins to growl a little aggressively. "Fuck... You smell so good, especially here..."
Jayce's large hand cups the space in between Viktor's ass, causing the vampire to let out a startled moan when he feels the object he's been keeping warm and snug there getting pushed deeper inside him. He bites down hard on his lower lip as he arches his back.
"O-Okay, Jayce... Let's go back to our s-script, yes?" Viktor reminds when Jayce practically has to pry himself away from the vampire.
With a guttural groan, Jayce nods as he trails behind Viktor closely once more.
"Yes, Mr. Wolf," Viktor says, turning to the other creature with an aloof look on his face. His cheeks feel warm against the rest of his ice cold body. His fangs are starting to itch, the heat between his legs causing him to stumble a little as he fully rests his entire weight on his cane. Thankfully, the little drizzle of rain has stopped for now. "I would appreciate your help leading me back home. Thank you."
The wolf grins back at Viktor, all sharp teeth. He wraps his hand around the vampire's waist and leads him to the right path back home amidst the thickening fog in the forest. "You've been going the wrong way, sweetheart... Where would you be without my help, hm?"
"Yes..." Viktor trails off, feeling the wolf's claws dig a little into his skin. If he had a heart, it'd be jumping out of his ribcage by now.
After a couple of minutes, Viktor finally sees the cottage. To think it didn't even take that long to get home, considering he's been lost for longer. It's as if all he had to do was turn around...
Viktor turns to the wolf, who has been panting all this time while sniffing the vampire, with a thankful smile. "I greatly appreciate your assistance, Mr. Wolf. Now, if you'll excuse me, my husband is waiting for me."
Just as Viktor is about to hobble back to the cottage, he finds his wrist being seized by the wolf.
"Woah, not so fast, little red."
Viktor turns to the wolf, whose eyes have gotten intense. The hazel in the wolf's eyes have turned into a mere thin ring now.
"What... um... is it?"
The wolf easily drags the vampire to corner him into a tree trunk, imprisoning him in between the cage of his arms. "I never said I'd help you for free."
The scent of the wolf's rut clogs Viktor's lungs, causing him to squeeze his legs together. He drops his cane and basket, fruits and herbs scattering on the grass. "Oh... But I don't have anything to pay you with, Mr. Wolf," he says, words practiced as his own claws make an appearance in response to what his body perceives as a threat. He digs them into the trunk and lets Jayce inch closer toward him.
Jayce smells like the earth when the rain is about to fall, mixed with the warm scent of firewood in wintertime. It's intoxicating, and Viktor's eyelids fall halfway, lips parting as he glances up at the wolf.
"Do you know how you can pay me back, little one?"
Viktor nods. "N-No..." he says, before shaking his head once he realizes he made the incorrect gesture.
The wolf chuckles deeply, causing Viktor to swallow down a whine threatening to crawl up his throat. Viktor takes a sharp inhale when the wolf's hands find their way to his ass, squeezing them so that Viktor can feel the object inside him brushing against his prostate.
"J-J— Mr. Wolf," Viktor's voice trembles. "This is highly inappropriate conduct, especially toward a married man such as myself..."
"I don't give a fuck about your husband," the wolf growls, his hot breath hitting Viktor's face. "I want you to pay me back with your body."
It takes everything in Viktor to try to push away the wolf, but it's no use. The wolf pins his wrists above his head with only one hand before untying his red cloak and letting it pool on the ground.
"Please, stop..." Viktor begs as he arches his back. The wolf's eyes rove down his body to stare at his loose see-through white tunic. It has a fatal dip down Viktor's sternum, almost revealing his erect nipples into the open air.
The wolf's claw is sharp enough to slowly cut it in half. He chuckles as it falls off Viktor's body easily before teasing each dusky bud with the blunt side of his finger.
"Jayce..." Viktor whines, unable to stop himself from snarling as he bares his fangs. It's his predator instinct, trying to fight back against being pinned down by his nature's rival.
"That's 'Mr. Wolf' to you, baby," Jayce corrects before tugging at Viktor's nipple roughly. The vampire moans, his legs beginning to wobble.
"Mr. Wolf," Viktor tries again, as if he isn't ready to get on his knees when he feels Jayce grind his straining monstrous length against his stomach. "I swear I'll find a way to pay you back, just not like this!"
Jayce only lets out a gruff sound of dismissal before sniffing Viktor's neck again. He licks the sensitive column of the vampire's neck, a long and thick wet tongue gliding all over his bare skin. It's hard not to feel like Viktor's about to get eaten when his neck is literally in between the wolf's mouth.
Jayce sniffs and licks him in many strange places: from the column of his neck where two ancient dots from when he was turned many long centuries ago remained, down to his collarbones to graze his canines against sensitive skin to make Viktor squirm, before diving under his armpits. Jayce inhales heavily, a whine stuck in the back of his throat before he pries himself away to lave at each stiff nipple with the flat of his tongue.
"Please..." Viktor pleads. Jayce gets a whiff of the vampire's mouth, causing him to growl with a deep frown before pulling away.
"Your insides smell like another man," Jayce murmurs, his hazel eyes growing sharp as he grabs Viktor's cheeks with one hand. "What did you do in town, Viktor?"
"I-I..."
"Did you drink another man's blood?"
"I only did it so I could put my own genitals to work," Viktor explains defensively. After all, he can't get hard if he doesn't have blood in his system. He doesn't partake in Jayce's blood during his ruts because of how bitter and meaty they taste — and Viktor has always preferred his blood a little sweeter than that. Jayce knows this.
Jayce snarls at Viktor. "Get on your knees," he orders.
"Is this still part of our, eh, roleplay?" Viktor asks with a shy little smile as slowly gets on his knees, groaning a little as he places a hand on the small of his back. Pain is foreign to Viktor now, but he often finds himself still haunted by the phantom aches that have persisted during his mortal life — even if that's just a hazy period of his undead life now.
The body remembers these kinds of things, after all.
"No, Viktor," Jayce says as he pushes down his pants to free his uncut and leaking cock. He grabs a handful of the vampire's hair, shoving Viktor's face to his crotch. "You're going to suck my cock and let me come down your throat."
Viktor glances up with his pupils completely blown, his breath hot against Jayce's massive length. Due to the wolf's rut, his penis has grown exponentially in size. One can only imagine how massive Jayce's cock can get once he's fully shifted.
Viktor's ass isn't a quitter though. He'll make it fit — knot and all — inside him.
Viktor tries not to laugh in delight as he breathes in the smell of musk and virility from Jayce's length. "Well, I wouldn't mind that..." he trails off before lapping at the wolf's purpling tip. He whines, glancing up at Jayce through his lashes before wrapping his lips around the head, serpentine tongue flicking around the slit as he pushes back the foreskin and gropes each fuzzy and hairy ball with both hands.
Just the way Jayce likes it.
Viktor had barely finished sheathing his fangs with his lips to not hurt Jayce before the wolf shoves his length all the way down the vampire's throat. Viktor gags around it, his throat swelling from the inhuman length alone, but Jayce only forces himself deeper.
"You're lucky I'm not about to piss in your mouth right now. Doesn't mean I'm just going to let it slide how the first time I've let you out in decades, you drank from another man's blood that's not mine," Jayce grunts, his ear twitching above his head when Viktor's claws dig into the lean meat of his ass and draws blood. Tears gather at the corners of Viktor's eyes, drool soaking his thin grey beard as it drips down his lap. The mere idea of Jayce threatening to piss inside his mouth is making Viktor's own erection press against the confines of his pants, certainly ruined now from how much he's leaking.
With Viktor's mouth completely occupied, he blinks twice at Jayce before exhaling through his nostrils.
"I didn't even want to go out..." Viktor conveys through their telepathic connection. Jayce shakes off his head with an alerted yelp, like the mental intrusion is water soaking his skin. If Viktor could, he'd smile — Jayce is turning more animal than man, much to the vampire's masochistic delight.
Viktor feels each straining vein around Jayce's cock as they throb when he nears his completion. The wolf pulls him away, his growl deepening as he jerks himself off and finally comes all over Viktor's face in thick ropes. Each streak lands hot on the vampire's pale face, causing him to close both eyes as he sticks his tongue out to catch at least a taste of Jayce's virile sperm. One of the things he likes about alpha wolves is their ability to remain fertile for the rest of their lives.
Viktor thinks if he was born an omega wolf, he'd carry litters upon litters of Jayce's children. Maybe they'd have enough to make a little village of their own. 'Talis Town' has a nice ring to it.
Viktor is pulled back to reality when he hears a familiar tinkling sound, his tongue feeling something wet rather than sticky.
"F-Fuck..." Jayce curses. When Viktor opens one eye, he realizes that Jayce is marking his territory by... pissing on him. Viktor trembles as a stream of yellow lands on his tongue, causing him to gulp down the salty taste. Jayce empties himself, directing the head of his cock on Viktor's neck and his chest, all the way down to his navel and pants until nothing is left.
Viktor is taken aback that all he can do is lean forward and mouth at the head of the wolf's dick afterwards, lapping up the briny taste and cleaning him up to the best of his abilities. Jayce has to tug at his hair once more to pull him away, making Viktor moan.
"Do you like being mine, Viktor?" Jayce asks as Viktor nods.
"I don't think that should be a question, my love."
Jayce hums as he lifts Viktor by the armpits and changes their positions. This time, Jayce is seated on the ground with his back to the trunk of the large tree. He places Viktor on his lap, his cock swelling back to life when his mate is covered in his own scent and looks a total mess. "Will you let me knot your ass?"
Viktor's cock weeps as he grinds down against Jayce's stomach, wishing to free his own erection. However, this isn't about Viktor's pleasure. "Yes, please, Jayce..."
Jayce gives Viktor's ass a squeeze before ripping the vampire's pants open. Viktor isn't wearing underwear, and Jayce's finger catches on the round base of something lodged between the vampire's ass.
"It's not as big as yours," Viktor says, "but I want to be ready to take your fully-shifted penis if need be. Please use me to your heart's content, alpha..." The vampire is aware of how Jayce likes being called alpha in bed as it strokes the wolf's ego inside him. While Viktor's vampiric nature finds it utterly silly, the man who loves his husband is willing to inflate Jayce's ego as many times as need be — especially when the result gets him pleasantly bent over each surface of their home, his prostate completely abused and his ass absolutely stretched open to its limits.
Jayce howls, drool seeping from his lips as he begins to growl once more, ready to devour Viktor like his next meal. Without any consideration, Jayce rips the item out of Viktor's ass in one pull. The vampire arches his back and lets out a loud moan when he feels the large end of the base pop out of his ass.
Viktor created the item with the sole purpose of practicing to take Jayce's knot many years ago. The increasing size of the item is a personal preference, but it has helped Viktor with many things aside from keeping his ass prepared all the time.
Jayce sniffs the air and begins to salivate even more, his breath hot and heavy around Viktor's face. Viktor swears Jayce is on the cusp of completely shifting from arousal alone. Though, Viktor can't blame Jayce — not when his alpha's accumulated spend from yesterday begins to trickle down his thighs.
"Vampire whore." Jayce growls before making Viktor lick the toy clean. As Jayce watches Viktor occupy his mouth with the smooth glass-like plug, the wolf spreads his mate's ass open to plunge four fingers inside.
Viktor's eyes almost cross when Jayce's knuckle brushes against his prostate. The wolf fingers him open, preparing Viktor to take his knot. Even though Viktor knows his ass is already gaping at this point, probably too loose now and perfectly fitted to Jayce's cock alone and nothing less, the wolf still manages to stretch him out a little more when he fits his thumb right in.
Viktor lets out a whine around the toy he's finished cleaning up with his mouth and tongue just as Jayce plunges his entire hand inside him. Viktor's eyes roll back to his skull when Jayce pulls out to gather his hand into a fist. Then, without any warning, he plunges his arm deep inside Viktor.
"Jayce!" Viktor screams as he comes inside his pants. Still, Jayce doesn't stop, even as Viktor shudders through his sudden orgasm. Jayce didn't even touch him and he still came.
The slick, popping sound of Viktor's ass is obscene in the silence of the forest as Jayce continues to fist him. He only stops to rip the rest of Viktor's mangled pants, tossing them to the side. Viktor lets out a sigh of relief, the pale length of his pinkish and sticky cock finally liberated.
“Your ass is fucking gaping, baby,” Jayce remarks before laughing, slapping one of Viktor's pale asscheeks. “Nobody is ever gonna be able to fuck your loose slut ass now but me.”
Viktor can't help but sob, his claws scratching deep lines down Jayce's back when he feels the wolf's fist enter him once more. What has his mate turned him into? He'll never be able to live with anyone but Jayce now, his ass completely molded to the wolf's shape. What if Viktor will never get tight again or — worse — his ass never closes up because Jayce's big cock has ripped it open?
When Jayce assesses that Viktor is ready, he splits the vampire's asscheeks wide open. He kisses Viktor on the tip of his nose before brutally thrusting his entire length all the way inside.
Viktor can only let out a cry as his ass tightens around Jayce's cock like the perfect little sleeve. By the sound of Jayce whining, his tail wagging madly behind him, it seems he feels the same too.
"My omega..." he murmurs against Viktor's lips.
Jayce fucks into Viktor's velvety insides made just for him at a brutal pace. Viktor loves feeling this way — getting used and being wanted by the man he loves.
His husband.
"Bet nobody has ever fucked you like this, huh? Not even that husband of yours," Jayce says out of the blue. Viktor blinks up at him in confusion, wondering when they went back to roleplaying again.
"D-Don't say that about him!" Viktor exclaims defensively as the obscene wet sounds of his ass resound in the forest. "I l-love my husband..."
Jayce's grip on Viktor's waist tightens before he suddenly goes stiff and comes. Viktor feels Jayce's swelling knot catch against the rim of his ass before it plunges inside him completely. Just when Viktor thinks it's over, he feels Jayce's cock getting bigger, the wolf transforming completely. The next thing Viktor knows, he's embraced by a massive body of fur as a solid and thick knot stretches his hole to the brim and presses perfectly against his prostate.
Jayce's length inside him elongates — enough to literally smash against his organs. If Viktor was a human, he'd be dead by now from that alone. Humans weren't made to take a cock as monstrous as a fully-shifted werewolf in heat.
Luckily, Viktor has long been dead.
Viktor's eyes roll to the back of his skull from how full he feels. He can feel the throbbing of Jayce's dick inside him as he expels the last of his orgasm. Shortly after, it's followed by something warm and wet, and when Viktor's eyes fly wide open to return Jayce's gaze, the werewolf only nuzzles his snout against the side of Viktor's face with a huff.
As if he wasn't pissing inside Viktor.
Viktor shudders, his own climax slamming against him as his cock spurts in between them. He paints his own stomach and Jayce's fur with his own release. He feels so full, his belly bulging in such an explicit manner that one would think he was halfway through a pregnancy.
Jayce lets out a small 'woof' before caressing Viktor's swollen belly.
"Jayce..." Viktor whispers as Jayce puts some pressure on his stomach. Viktor thrashes a little before his cock twitches and he pees himself, a pale stream of yellow soaking the space between them. Viktor lets out a cry, trembling as his claws dig into Jayce's back to draw more blood.
Viktor can no longer smell anything but Jayce. If any creature was around the vicinity, surely they'd be gone by now from the strong stench of Jayce's thick scent clogging the air.
"We should... Get back home..." Viktor manages to say after catching his breath before kissing Jayce's snout. In response, Jayce lets out an indignant whine before shaking his head. He holds Viktor tightly against his furry chest, nuzzling his husband's face and licking the side with a warm and wet tongue.
Viktor can only let out a soft laugh as he playfully pushes away his mate. He returns Jayce's embrace and places a kiss over his wildly beating heart. The wolf lets out a small growl akin to a purr, his chest rumbling as he pushes his snout to Viktor's forehead.
“Alright, my love,” Viktor says, entwining his small hand with a worn-out golden ring with Jayce's paw. The vampire can see the matching golden ring around the wolf's paw, its size expanding along with his transformation. "We can cuddle some more before going back."