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Mike Wheeler had always been a lone wolf, wandering wherever his instincts guided him and rejecting any kind of company. He was a nomad, staying only for a limited time in the villages and towns that crossed his path, sometimes causing a bit of trouble out of pure curiosity before moving on, never to return.
He never worried about settling down or finding someone to start a family with; in his many years of life, he had never felt truly attracted to anyone beyond surface appearances. It used to be fun spending the night with charming strangers, but over time, he lost interest, barely remembering the last time he had been with someone.
Mike was roaming the outskirts of the last city he had visited–a great, extremely wealthy kingdom where gold seemed to be the inhabitants' daily bread, and the citizens themselves looked like beautiful dolls dressed in silk. It was, without a doubt, a prosperous and bustling place.
The wolf didn't stay long, deciding not to bother the merchants or cause any trouble like he usually did. Besides, the local guards had proven to be highly competent.
Exploring the outskirts of the kingdom, he found a peaceful field on a hill filled with thousands of flowers of various sizes and colors. While looking for water to refresh himself, a breeze carrying small, dry leaves seemed to point him toward something beneath an old willow tree. He could easily make out the silhouette of a spring, surrounded by rocks of different sizes.
His sharp senses caught various sweet aromas of flowers and roses hidden in that place, immediately drawing him toward the spring.
But the air was also perfumed with another scent–one that was... extravagant, delicious, seductive. It flooded his nostrils and settled into his lungs, a fragrance that far surpassed that of the flowers. He inhaled the breeze again, bringing a hand to his head, feeling dizzy from the strange, addictive smell. Mike had never felt anything like it, and the greedy animal inside him felt itself melt with desire.
His steps seemed to float toward the spot beneath the willow tree; his gait was light yet simultaneously anxious. With caution practiced since he was just a pup, he approached the spring, feeling saliva begin to pool in his strangely hungry mouth.
“My prince, please, you should reconsider it. Allow at least two guards to stay with you!"
Dustin Henderson’s voice sounded worried. The carriage windows were open, the silk curtains moving gently against the soft breeze coming from the surroundings. Will Byers was reclined against the plushness of pillows strategically placed for his comfort, they were plush and fluffy.
The prince turned with dull eyes toward where Henderson was speaking frantically. His long bunny ears twitched, a gesture indicating that his highness was irritated to hear him, so Dustin immediately fell silent.
"I don't want anyone seeing me bathe, it's rude," was all Will murmured.
Dustin let out a long sigh. "My lord, I understand you want some peace, but if you're left alone, some beast might show up and, even worse… attack you!"
"And I imagine that is exactly what you want, since you won't stop talking about it. You're going to end up jinxing me, Henderson." He rolled his eyes slightly, then fixed his gaze on the servant in front of him.
Dustin looked down in a defeated gesture, as his lord's authoritative gaze did not waver. The argument would end here.
The journey continued in silence, filled only with the incessant clanking of the armor of the soldiers escorting the prince and the steady hoofbeats of the horses pulling the carriage through the quiet hills.
When the transport stopped, Dustin was the first to step down, subsequently helping Will climb down as well. The prince said nothing and, with a graceful gait, headed toward the large, familiar old willow tree. The crystal-clear water spring hidden there was like a little paradise for the royal family, where they came to spend some time resting.
About five handmaidens followed Will, all carrying baskets filled with perfumes and aromatic oils so the prince could enjoy a pleasant bath. Two maidens approached him and began to remove his clothes, sliding them off his body, then folding them and carefully placing them into another basket.
Will’s skin was smooth and beautiful as porcelain. His body was lithe, with a bit of muscle here and there, but his appearance was still delicate and soft, standing out with an overwhelming beauty. He was a bunny hybrid; his long ears were a shade of chocolate brown, just like his neatly kept hair, and a small, round tail, fluffy as a pom-pom, protruded from his lower back.
While the servants made preparations for Will’s bath, he sat naked on a rock beside the spring, dipping his toes into the clear water that shimmered beautifully as the sunlight hit its surface. With a wide smile on his lips, he dove in, feeling the refreshing moisture all over his body, giving him a wonderful sensation.
"Ah…"
A satisfied sigh escaped his lips. He cupped his hands to gather some water and washed his face, letting a few droplets trickle down.
"All right! Everything is ready," Dustin called out, gesturing for the maidens to return to the carriage. The servant turned to look at Will, who was gently scrubbing his arms.
"Your Highness, so..."
"You may leave now."
It was the final order directed at Dustin, who sighed and, with one last bow, stepped out through the dense leaves.
When Will heard the footsteps fade away, he leaned against the edge of the spring with a satisfied smile and dove deep once more.
It had been a very hectic few days; he felt overwhelmed by the long hours spent signing papers with black ink. Furthermore, boredom was killing him, making him long to escape that castle and take refuge in this little paradise. Now, he wanted to feel the tranquility of enjoying this peaceful moment, with the gentle sound of water lapping against his skin and the leaves moving with the breeze.
Mike’s hand reached for one of the long vines covering the hidden spring; however, he found something much more interesting – and beautiful – in that place.
A fragile creature was slowly washing his body, slathering it with deliciously scented oils. Mike realized it was a bunny hybrid, so beautiful that he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Shamelessly, his gaze wandered over the entire body of the creature bathing there, it was slightly toned, with a narrow waist and full, highly inviting lips. He licked his own lips at the sight he was beholding.
His imagination overflowed like a river with hundreds of anything-but-innocent fantasies. He imagined his hands running all over that body, bending him over the nearest surface, caressing those plump thighs, bringing his mouth to the long neck, kissing, licking, and marking him. He also wanted to take those long ears and kiss them, perhaps play with the small, fluffy tail that wagged innocently from side to side.
The wolf felt like a filthy voyeur while watching the bunny's intimate activity, but it was impossible to look away and leave. He had never seen someone so enchanting before, and judging by his unmarked neck, it seemed he didn't have a mate yet.
Mike would love to be that mate.
His instincts seemed to be out of control, screaming at him and making his ears ring with the thought of marking the adorable bunny.
He placed a hand over his mouth, trying to quiet his heavy groans. His cheeks took on a shade of crimson, and saliva began to wet the corners of his lips. A searing heat settled in the lower part of his abdomen, and his own dark tail swayed from side to side. He had never experienced a rut so sudden and intense before.
His mind raced once more, projecting an almost vivid image of the other man groaning while being fucked by Mike, making him burn with desire.
He needed to…
Will's ears twitched and stiffened slightly. He heard something.
Will turned in every direction, greeted only by the gentle, slow swaying of the willow's long branches. Everything seemed so peaceful that it made him anxious. He had trained his senses for a long time, becoming sharper and more perceptive than most of his kind; it was impossible for him to be mistaken.
His heart began to hammer hard against his chest, but instead of the fear that would make him flee, he felt a shiver of curiosity, wanting to find the source of the strange sound.
He managed to catch a pleasant scent in the air, surpassing even the most luxurious perfumes he had ever smelled. It was a fresh, woody blend, something like pine and mint. The young prince inhaled deeply, utterly entranced by the aroma.
Will finally stepped out of the bath, letting a few droplets slide down his body like little jewels. He took a yellow towel from one of the baskets and dried himself off, then dressed in a sky-blue robe, nearly transparent, not bothering to tie or close it.
The youth began to walk through the improvised cavern of leaves and branches beneath the willow tree, wrinkling his nose to find the source of the scent. As he approached the thick trunk, a rush of excitement shot down his spine, forcing a sharp moan from his lips. The scent intensified so acutely that it nearly brought him to his knees. He could feel his entrance getting wet with that stimulating scent.
In one swift movement, he pushed the leaves aside, causing the creature responsible for the potent aroma to trip over his own feet as he tried to back away, tumbling onto his back in the grass.
Will stood over him, realizing it was a handsome man. The ears and tail revealed he was a wolf, with dark, slightly wavy hair; his skin was pale but visibly tanned, and he was dressed like some sort of mercenary. He stared up at Will with wide, embarrassed eyes, caught red-handed spying on him. His cheeks were completely flushed.
They locked eyes for a moment until Mike noticed the other was wearing only a thin robe, which was left open, providing a perfect view of the slender body he had been coveting just minutes prior. The wolf quickly averted his gaze, feeling intensely embarrassed.
The prince smirked; the creature's sudden shyness was adorable to him. Will knelt in front of the still-dazed man and began to crawl toward him.
"Are you okay?" His tone sounded innocent, but his actions demonstrated the exact opposite.
"I..."
The wolf swallowed hard at Will's proximity, feeling dizzy from the pheromones the bunny released around him. He wasn't one to be intimidated, especially by a mere prey, but the one in front of him held him in the palm of his hand with just a few words.
"Are you in rut? Even so, that's no excuse for spying on bunnies taking a bath," he laughed in a sweet, but mischievous way.
The prince moved closer, sitting right on his lap, gently catching his chin and making him melt at the soft touch of his long fingers. Will leaned in close to his face, whispering:
"Should I help you? After all, it's my fault you're like this..." Will brushed his lips against the wolf's, amusing himself with his desperation. "What is your name?"
"M-Mike. Mike Wheeler," he answered tremulously.
The brown-haired boy nodded, twitching his ears curiously. "Well, Mr. Wheeler, you can call me Will."
Before Mike could do or say anything, plump lips met his own. It was a hungry kiss, but Will's mouth was so soft, it was like kissing the petals of a rose. The wolf moved his hands to the narrow waist, tracing every contour of that erotic body, trying to memorize every curve with his fingers. He placed his palms on the little bunny’s soft buttocks, lifting the soft robe that partially covered him to allow for better contact. Will’s ass molded to his hands as it was roughly handled. The rabbit's fluffy little tail began to wiggle in a cute way and the natural lubricant dripped onto his thighs.
“You’re so hot…” The wolf finally broke away from the kiss, but they were still connected by a trickle of saliva. Will smiled at the compliment, and his tail wagged happily behind him.
Will kissed him again, planting a few light kisses on his cheek and moving down his neck, all while reaching for the waistband of the wolf’s pants, quickly undoing the tie and freeing his cock. The prince pulled away from him, directing his gaze up to the proudly erect cock. His cheeks flushed, it was very large with some veins protruding slightly and the glans was a bright pink hue.
“All right, I can do this,” Will whispered to himself, bringing the tip of his finger to the wolf’s penis, massaging it and spreading the pre-cum along its entire length. He bent down until his mouth was level with that cock, admiring it with wide, shining eyes. Heavy sighs caught his attention. It was Mike, looking as if he were about to collapse just from imagining what was to come; his fists clenched the grass beneath him as he let out heavy groans, "If you are patient, I can let you put your knot in me."
The bunny grasped the base of that cock and directed his lips to the tip. When Mike felt the warm, wet touch of Will’s mouth around him, he couldn’t help but throw his head back and let out a growl-like moan. Will moved his mouth slowly, sometimes giving him only light licks. The wolf couldn’t stand that not-so-intentional torture any longer, and grabbed his brown hair, forcing him deeper.
Will was surprised, but managed to adjust his throat to the other man’s cock. Mike’s cum tasted a little salty, and he also felt a slight gag reflex due to the size, but his more primal side was loving being used. His hole was slick and he felt horny, longing to have this cock inside him, expanding his insides and filling him with his cum. The very thought made him excited and wag his little tail.
“Fuck.” Mike felt like he was in heaven, watching Will’s silhouette sucking his cock, making a huge mess with saliva and drool. He needed to fuck him right now. Seeing Will’s lips spread wide around his shaft and those big eyes staring at him was driving him crazy.
He grabbed Will by his long ears and pulled him away from his cock, causing a soft popping sound from the mixture of saliva and semen. Will surrendered himself completely to the clutches of that predator, his mouth open, dripping with Mike’s seed.
It was cute in the wolf’s eyes.
The air above them was filled with the scent of flowers and their shared arousal. Will seemed affected by Mike’s rut, as an overwhelming heat took hold of the poor little bunny, making his cock drip and his hole throb at the thought of this wolf ravishing him. He let out a pitiful moan, and Mike smiled at the broken image of that fragile creature yearning for him.
“Get on all fours, sweetie, and let me see that pretty hole,” the wolf smiled, baring his fangs.
Will quickly turned around, arching his back and propping himself up on his knees. He raised his buttocks—smooth and round like a peach—giving the wolf a perfect view of his slippery hole, glistening with his natural lubrication, which trickled gently down his thighs.
“Ah!” Will moaned sweetly as the wolf brought his hands up to his entrance, massaging the poor hole in a shallow way.
Mike was mesmerized by how Will’s body writhed on the grass at the slightest touch, stirring up a bit of pollen from the flowers with his movements.
“I… Can I-can I put my knot in your hole?
Will whined impatiently at the question, bringing one hand to his hole and spreading it slightly to tease that predator.
“I-I said I’d help you, didn’t I?”
Mike growled, grabbed Will’s hips, and thrust into him all at once.
Will’s cry was like a symphony to the wolf; he loved how their bodies collided, creating the dirtiest sound possible. Mike was almost losing his mind from the pleasurable sensation of his cock being swallowed and suffocated by those soft, wet walls-it was so tight that it could easily become an addiction for him.
Will felt so ecstatic that he hardly cared about the sharp pain of having his hole deflowered for the first time. His body willingly accepted the wolf’s cock, which took his virginity as if stealing candy from a child. He wagged his fluffy tail wildly while thrusting his hips against Mike at the same time.
“You naughty little bunny, you’re enjoying taking my cock, aren’t you?” Mike growled, leaning in close to Will’s fluffy ears and licking them. “What do you say to being my mate, hm? Accepting my knot and my pups…”
“Y-yes!” Will cried out, clenching his entrance and making the other moan. “Yes, yes, please!”
By now Mike was just as ecstatic as Will, enchanted by how readily the other accepted him. He rained kisses down his shoulders until he reached his neck, licking the area and making Will eager with the anticipation of being marked. “We’ll be partners, and I’ll make love to you every day…”
Will nodded frantically, his ears fluttering adorably. He could feel Mike’s cock thrusting deep inside him, penetrating him mercilessly as he moved his hips carelessly, guided only by instinct. Mike’s hot breath was on his shoulder and neck; Will felt impatient, just wanting to be bitten and marked forever by this predator.
As if his prayers had been answered, sharp claws sank into his neck, and Will groaned at the sensation. His swollen, well-used hole contracted deliciously around Mike’s cock, who, at the same time, gripped his narrow waist and held him close while he continued to fuck him.
“Ahh, Mikey… This—this feels so good… ah!”
Mike stroked the little bunny's neglected cock, which was a little wet from the semen coming out of the tip. After pulling away from Will’s neck – now marked with a beautiful bite from him – he licked it tenderly, admiring the slight spasms his body was having, while his little tail kept wiggling and his butt took on a beautiful pink hue from the impact of their hips colliding.
He crawled back on top of him and, with his hand, took hold of the bunny’s chin, turning it to join him once more in a kiss full of desire. Will’s cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were clouded with lust.
Mike began to feel a tingling in his stomach, traveling down to his cock. He was about to come, and at that point, he wanted nothing more than to fill Will’s insides with his essence. His movements faltered, and he wrapped his arms around the other’s hips, holding him tight.
Both of them moaned as they reached their orgasms. Will felt as if he were seeing stars as he felt the wolf’s hot seed inside him, and soon he came as well. The knot at the tip of Mike’s cock began to swell, causing Will to moan softly as he felt his hole stretch even further to accommodate that thick knot. He collapsed onto the grass, exhausted and breathless. Mike joined him, settling down beside the prince, pulling him close and pressing affectionate kisses onto his neck and shoulders. "I will be a good mate to you."
Will smiled, turning toward the wolf and kissing him softly now. They both felt they were made for each other, and it made them happy. They had found something they didn't know they needed but had desired for a long time.
"Then come take a bath with me?”
Will was sitting on Mike's lap, the two of them kissing passionately in the refreshing spring. Mike was thrilled to now have a lover like Will, so beautiful and elegant. He was also eager at the thought of starting a family, having many pups, and making love to Will thousands of times, just as he promised.
"We should get dressed," Will whispered against Mike's lips. "The servants will be here soon."
Mike nodded absentmindedly, too focused on continuing to savor his lover's sweet lips, until his ears caught the word 'servants'.
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. Maybe Will was someone wealthy.
Will laughed and wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck. "Let's go to our home... in the castle!"
The wolf slowly processed the information until he finally understood everything.
"What!?”