Werewolf Breeding Vessel

Spread Eagle: Werewolf Breeding Vessel

Spread Eagle is a collection of stand alone stories, all of which feature human on anthro and sometimes anthro on anthro, often in 2nd person, and leans gay with some bisexuality. And a lot of fantasy scenarios!

The moon slants rays of angelic light through the trees, and the wind softly rustles and blows, carrying wood and earth scent, but not yet a sign of what you are really here for. Or why you are buck-ass naked, cock swaying with each step with no shame attached.

You step deeper into the trees with nothing on. Cool night air moves over your bare cock and balls and the backs of your thighs, raising the skin. Your feet find leaves and small twigs. Each step sinks a little and the ground feels colder than you expected. The clothes you left behind already feel far away, too far away to help you if needed, which is what you wanted to set yourself up for: Complete vulnerability.

You had heard the stories about these woods. Werewolves roamed here when the heat hit them. Males and females both. The thought had sat low in your gut for days, the idea of them finding you out here naked, of what they might do if they decided you were useful. Of your soft human body at their mercy.

Lust and the low pull of danger kept your feet moving even when the rational part of you said to turn around. You reach down and stroke yourself once, slow, then again, letting the faint musk of your cock and the warmer scent of your skin drift on the still air. Part of you hopes they catch it. You were hunting that which hunts you. You hope.

The woods go quieter. Then you hear them. Heavy steps through undergrowth, closer than they should be. Two shapes push out of the dark between the trunks. Big werewolves, dark fur glossy under the moonlight, both in torn jeans that hng low and open at the rips. The male's bulge is thick and heavy against the denim. The air changes the moment they clear the trees. It turns warmer, thicker, carrying the sharp animal smell of them and something sweeter underneath that makes the heavy weight of your seed and arousal burn behind your balls.

They walk toward you without hurry. The male's golden eyes stay on your face, then drop to your naked groin and stay there. The female's ears tip forward. She speaks first, voice low and rough.

"What is a human doing out here naked?"

You shrug, keeping your hands at your sides even though your cock is already starting to thicken under their eyes. "I didn't know. I was just walking." You had a feeling that they could smell you getting more worked up.

The female smiles, teeth flashing. "Just walking. With no clothes. And touching yourself." She steps closer. "You smell like you wanted to be found. Is that right? But you must know, we weren't going to ask permission when we found you..."

Your heart thumps. You didn't know what to expect, maybe you would be torn to shreds by claws and teeth, or maybe, as it seems, you might get the fucking you hoped for. And you hoped to survive it.

They close the distance. The female reaches down and cups your balls in one broad paw, you feel her soft fur and textured pads hefting your sensitive scrotum. The male steps behind you and runs a furred hand over one ass cheek, fingers spreading wide, the pad of one claw-tipped digit brushing close to your hole and pressing just enough to make you tense before he pulls it back. Your cock jerks in the open air. Heat climbs the back of your neck.

"Do we have to drag you through the woods, human," the male asks, voice close to your ear, "or are you going to go along?"

"Fuuuuck," the female says. You watch her muzzle move when she speaks, the dark lips and the flash of teeth, the way her tongue flicks once over a canine. Both of them stand taller than you, shoulders broad under the glossy fur, chests thick, the male's jeans strained by the heavy shape of his cock. "I love human cock. And he looks like his will be quite thick when we get some blood into it." She glances down at you again. "Already getting there, isn't he."

The male turns and crouches. "Up."

You climb onto his back the way a child would, arms over his shoulders, legs around his waist. His fur is warm and dense against your bare skin. Your cock rests against the small of his back, half-hard now, and you feel the low rumble in his chest when it twitches. The female watches and laughs once under her breath.

"Better than being dragged by the feet," she says. "You'd end up with a crack full of dirt and leaves by the time we got to the den. And then we'd have to clean you before we used you."

You screamed in your mind. This is happening, this is real. You're naked, in the woods, and two werewolves are carrying you to their den. Shit...

The male starts walking. His steps are long and steady. Your cock rubs against his fur with every stride and you feel pre well up your shaft. The female falls in beside him, eyes still on you where you sit bare against the big wolf's back, one paw reaching over to drag a claw lightly up the inside of your thigh.

"Don't worry," she says. "We'll take good care of that cock once we get you somewhere private."

They carry you through the trees until the den comes into view. It is not a cave. Thick logs form the walls, a real door sits in a frame, and light glows from a window. Inside you see a wooden table and furniture. You had forgotten they could take human shape when they wanted. A house in the woods makes more sense once you remember that.

The male crouches so you can slide off his back. Your bare feet hit the packed dirt floor. The moment you are standing the easy handling stops. The female's paw settles on your shoulder and presses down.

"Sorry, human," she says, "but you have to know your place, real quick."

They force you to your knees. The female's paw stays on the back of your head, fingers in your hair, while the male steps in front of you and undoes the button of his jeans. He pushes them down. A thick sheath hangs between his legs, dark fur around it, a clear line of precum already leaking from the slit and running down to the heavy, furred balls beneath. He grabs his own sack with a soft slap and fondles it inches from your face, the warm weight of it swinging close enough that you can smell the musk rising off his fur.

"C'mon, human. Don't be scared. It's just a werewolf cock. You can take it." His voice is low. "I want you to get me out of my sheath, boy. Make me hard for you. Slurp the precum too, you want it, I can tell."

You lean forward. Your hand finds the sheath. It is hotter than you expected, the cock inside it already thick and rigid under your fingers. You stroke slowly, feeling how heavy it sits. The fur parts under your palm. The size of it registers low in your gut. If you wanted to be dominated and wrecked, this is the package that can do it. You have thought about tasting wolf cock for years. The reality of it, thick and leaking and right in front of your mouth, makes your own cock throb between your thighs.

The male growls. "Don't make me impatient."

The female's paw on the back of your head pushes forward. Your lips meet the slit of the sheath. Precum smears across your mouth. You open and the tip slides free, an inch of bright red flesh popping out against your tongue. You hear the sheath part and the cock slide. The color is shocking, nothing like a human shaft. The tip is warm and wet on your lips. A sharp, musky wolf scent goes straight up your nose. His balls draw up and another two inches push free faster than you expected, sliding directly into your mouth.

"How does a human mouth feel on your dick?" the female asks.

"Smaller than yours, babe," the male answers, voice rough. "Tight. Suckles different."

"Then get to the back of his throat already."

She pushes harder. The rest of the shaft, everything but the knot, slides free. It is long and thick through the middle, almost as wide as a soda can. The head hits the back of your throat. You cough and gag and kinda like your own reaction in that moment. The female laughs and keeps the pressure on. The male's paw replaces hers on the back of your head. He starts to thrust.

You are on your knees in the den, a werewolf fucking your mouth with his hot, dripping cock while your hands grip his furred thighs for leverage so you do not fall forward. The taste of him fills your mouth, salty and thick, mixed with the constant leak of precum. His balls swing against your chin with every stroke. He tosses his head back, a low growl rolling out of his chest as he loses himself in the tight heat of your throat.

Time passes like that. The female slides a slick finger into your hole while you stay on your knees. You groan around the cock filling your mouth and the male fucks you harder, hips snapping, precum running in warm lines down your chin and neck and chest and you're happy to feel it, to let it tickle and run down. Just more proof that you are being owned here.

The taste of him stays thick on your tongue. The female moves her paws to the sides of your mouth and presses, trying to open you wider. Then you see it. The knot starts to push free, swelling thick and round, almost as big as a baseball. The male's voice drops.

"Take the whole thing. Don't be a little bitch, I want to feel you from the inside, human."

He knots your throat. A wolf... knots your throat.

The swollen base locks past your lips and you feel the full length of his cock buried past the back of your throat, heavy and pulsing. Each hard throb forces your jaw wider. Hot, salty fluid fires down your throat in fast, audible pumps. He holds there while the first heavy ropes empty, then pulls back just enough that the rest of his load fills your mouth around the shaft. Cum spills past your lips in thick lines and runs down your chest. The male pants above you, lost in it, low growls rolling out of his chest with every pulse. The female laughs, watching the mess spread.

"Look at him. Taking all of it. Human mouth full of wolf cum. Of your precious seed. Beautiful babe, thank you for bringing him home to us."

He finally pulls free. You cough and drag in air, trying to catch your composure. His cock stays half-hard and keeps leaking thin crystalline prostatic fluid in slow drips. The male aims the tip at your face and laughs once, then rubs the wet head across your lips.

"You're hot like this. I like you covered in me, boy. But filled and milked is even hotter..."

They move you to the bed and tie your wrists and ankles wide, spread-eagle, the ropes snug but not cutting. You lie there breathing hard. That is when you feel it. The cum already in your stomach starts to move. It travels lower, slow and warm, until it settles behind your balls and mixes with the load building in your own sack. Your cock thickens further, the edge of it sharp and constant, like something extra is sitting inside you and pushing outward.

The wolves stand over the bed. The male speaks first.

"We've been having trouble conceiving a child. Heard a human male can be a go-between."

The female climbs onto the bed between your spread legs. She wraps a paw around your straining cock and strokes it, squeezing hard at the base so your veins bulge along the length, glistening and almost steaming in the cool den air. "Look how hard he is. Warm and tight. Veins standing out." She leans down and licks the underside, while you watch a wide wolf tongue lap at your manhood, a sight that pushes your load further in you. She thhen takes you deep into her muzzle. The heat of her mouth seals around you. She sucks steady, tongue working the shaft, while the male watches and keeps talking.

"My seed will mix with yours inside your body. Make it potent enough for her. That's what we need from you."

She keeps sucking, slow and deep, one paw cradling your balls while the other strokes the base. Your cock throbs against her tongue. The mixed heat low in your sack makes every pull of her muzzle feel heavier, thicker, like the load waiting to come out is already more than just yours. You moan and close your eyes and say "Fuck..."

"Soon enough," the male says.

The female moves up the bed. Her pants are gone. A warm drip from her cunt lands on your bare thigh and slides down. She straddles your hips and lines herself up. You watch wide-eyed as your thick shaft stands tall under her, the mushroom head brushing her pussy. She sinks down. The tight heat swallows you in one slow drop, devouring your thick shaft, the muscles shifting under the skin with the tight entry, gripping and pulling until your root meets her and there is nowhere left to go. It feels different from any human you have been inside. Hotter. Wetter. The muscles inside her pulse and drag at your cock like they are trying to milk it already.

"Wolf cunt milks harder than a woman's," she says, voice low as she starts to ride. "You'll feel it."

You breathe heavy and moan under her. Your load is already begging to release, the mixed heat of the male's seed sitting heavy behind your balls and pushing outward. Her wetness coats your shaft and balls in thick, warm pulses. Every time she drops down the slick sound fills the room. She rolls her hips and the grip inside her tightens, then loosens, then tightens again, working your cock in long, wet strokes. Your balls feel soo edged they are trying to compress in on themselves, soo tight. Precum and her juices mix and run down your sack. Steam starts to rise from where you are joined in this female wolf. This anthro pussy.

You feel a bump at your hole. The male has moved. He presses the head of his cock against your tight pucker and you can't believe it. Prostatic fluid spurts from the tip and lands warm and slick right on the rim. He pushes in. The stretch burns for a second, then gives. You gasp.

"Why...."

"I want to fuck you," he growls against your ear. "Hit that prostate. Make the load bigger for her."

He sinks deeper. The thick shaft fills you while the female keeps riding, her cunt still milking your cock in steady, wet pulls. Every thrust from the male presses against your prostate and forces more precum out of you into her. The dual heat is overwhelming. Her pussy grips and slides. His cock stretches and rubs and feels full in the best way, the most erotic way. Your balls draw up tight under the pressure of both of them. The mixed load inside you feels enormous and ready to burst!

The female laughs and rides harder. "He's close. I can feel it. Fuck his meat on my walls, soo hot, fuck I love this cock."

The male thrusts deeper, knot starting to swell against your rim. The pressure on your prostate spikes. Your cock throbs hard inside her. The orgasm hits and keeps hitting. Thick ropes of cum, yours and the wolf's mixed together, pump out of your straining shaft in heavy, continuous pulses and you can feel it's entire journey from your vesicles, prostate, cowper's glands. She moans and keeps bouncing, pushing the load deeper into her with every drop. The sounds turn wetter. Actual steam rises from your joined genitals. Your cock keeps flexing and spilling while she rides through it, cunt milking every last spurt, her pussy soaked in both of you while the male thrusts harder against you spot.

She does not stop. She rocks on your dick for long minutes after the heavy pulses fade, slow and deep, working the last of the mixed seed out of you and into her. The male's knot finally locks inside your ass, trapping him while he pumps his own load deep. His sexy toned and furred abs tighten with his pulses and you try to watch it, try to enjoy the sight of him. You feel every throb of it against your prostate. When he finally pulls free, a rush of cum follows. She lifts off a moment later. Fluids spill from both of you, thick and warm, landing on your stomach and the bed. She leans down and kisses the side of your mouth.

"Thank you for giving me a pup. And hey, get comfortable, we have all week to make sure I take..."