The Broken World - Magician's Wolf - Part 2

The Magician's Wolf - Part 2

Marlos threw the ball against the wall of his impressive study. No books were in the room, he had a library for that. Rather the study was empty so that he could experiment with various spells and magical properties.

The ball he was playing with hit the wall and promptly transformed into a million small insects. They fell to the ground, crawling and writhing across the stone floor. Marlos sighed, another failure. He conjured the insects away to some far corner of the woods with a defeated sigh. He had been trying to discover a way to make materials explode upon impact.

As he left his study for the more furnished halls of his large castle he heard the baying and growling of his guard dogs. Marlos was the Magician of the Forbidden Woods, as people called the area he inhabited. Marlos just called them the woods. As far as he knew he and some hermit were the only people that lived in them.

The hermit, the child of another hermit, had a pretty impressive residence near one of the clearings. Not as impressive as Marlos' own castle, but large enough to sustain a farm indoors. Marlos hadn't really spent much time with his neighbor. Of course neither of them wanted to be bothered so they got along well for two recluses, neither one bothering the other.

But whereas the hermit simply kept to himself Marlos actively kept people out of the woods. His guard dogs, huge mutated hounds of anger that had once been particularly nasty intruders, patrolled the woods, attacking anyone who was trying to do more than just pass through. For the most part the mere presence of the wolves, and a magician that might turn you into one, kept most people out of the area.

In fact the dogs had only one real command when patrolling, don't bother the hermit. Marlos wasn't exactly sure about the hermit's true nature and had no reason to antagonize the one person in the world that knew the woods better than him.

Marlos had reached the door to his library when the scream ripped through the air. That was unexpected, no human should have been able to get close enough to his castle that their screams would travel to his ear. The dogs should have taken care of it, this lack of action on their part was inconceivable. In fact the scream seemed to be coming from the kennel.

Marlos raced down the stairs and through the halls to the room in the castle that his dogs were kept. Bursting through the door he shouted in anger. From the middle of the room three canine faces looked up at him, taken off guard.

Three dogs, the three not on patrol, were assaulting a woman. She looked tall, but Marlos couldn't be sure. She had cuts and bruises covering her body, her clothing had been roughly torn away by sharp teeth around her crotch and breasts. Her black hair was matted to her face, covered in drool and dog cum. One of the dogs, an all black one with a white patch on his tail, had mounted her and was humping her even as he looked up at his master.

Marlos sighed. She was one of the Amazon bandits which had entered the forest recently. The dogs had been doing a lot of things like this recently. They would capture an attractive human female in the woods and drag her back to the kennel where they would fuck her mercilessly.

The three dogs forgot about the entrance of their master and returned to their task. The one already pumping his large member in the woman's abused cunt continued to pound into her. Another began to lick the woman's exposed nipple, his sandpapery tongue rubbing roughly against her already sore breast. The other mounted the front of the woman, maneuvering his canine cock into her mouth and humping her face as his partner worked her other side.

"Enough!" Marlos shouted. He opened up his arms and the three dogs flew and crashed into the walls. The woman, now a frightened wreck, scrambled from the middle of the room to huddle against Marlos' legs for safety.

The three dogs slid to the ground and slowly stood on all four legs, looking fearfully at their master.

"I've told you, no more of this! I'll not have you raping women...."

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Peter tucked the poor girl into bed. The rooms at the inn weren't cheap but he wasn't about to make camp any time soon if he could help it. The first night after getting her out of the city where her mouth had been constantly violated he had made camp and woken to find her trying to pull his cock out of his pants. She claimed she owed him for rescuing her and that she wasn't worthy of doing anything but sucking his cock. He had to console her for the rest of the night, assuring her she wasn't just a cock sucker. Sometime during the night she told him she wanted to be his wife. The next day he determined she was in no state to travel alone, but that night he made sure they stayed at an inn, in separate rooms. There had been no trouble since then.

They were close to Lorit City now. He would leave Aethis with her Amazon bandit sisters and then seek out the witch. He had the hardest time trying to explain to Aethis that he couldn't marry her because he had a woman back home, even if they weren't married and Clara turned into a wolf when they weren't being intimate. He needed to find the witch to reverse the curse and turn Clara back into a normal woman.

"Peter?" Aethis murmured.

"Hmm?" Peter cursed to himself, he had thought she was asleep.

"You don't think I'm a whore do you?"

"No, I told you that."

"Even though I sucked a lot of men's cocks?"

"It wasn't your fault, you were raped."

"I know, but I still feel like I'm not worthy."

"Don't think like that."

"Can I suck your cock?"

Peter paused. He wasn't sure how to answer that without making her feel rejected. "I told you already, I have a wife, of sorts, at home."

"I know," Aethis' brows knitted as she frowned. "It's just, it doesn't seem right that I sucked all those cocks and haven't sucked yours even though you're the one I wanted to be with."

"I'm sorry, I don't think it would be right."

"It's because you think I'm a worthless...."

"No. I told you, you aren't worthless. Not in my eyes, not to anyone."

"Prove it to me."

"How?" Peter didn't like the way this was heading.

"Let me impress you."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked cautiously.

"Let me suck your cock and show you how good I am at it. I learned a lot, they hit me if I did it wrong."

"No, there are other ways you can impress me."

"How?" Aethis cried. "It's the only thing I'm good at."

"No it's not," Peter said sternly.

"How do you know? What other way can you think of that you're sure would impress you."

Peter thought for a minute. A long minute. Finally he said, "Don't let what happened control the rest of your life, put it behind you and make it nothing, don't give it power over you. That would impress me."

"Okay."

Peter sighed to himself with relief.

"But first you have to make love to me."

"What?!" Peter nearly collapsed with shock. Everything had seemed to be going right, Aethis was finally ready to deal with the problem the incident had caused her when boom, the rug was pulled from beneath him.

"I'll do it, but only if you let me make love to you. Think of it as the first step in my healing process. I choose tenderly to be with the man I love instead of being violently forced to suck the dick of a complete stranger."

"Love?!" The world was swallowing Peter's mind, he couldn't think.

"Yes love. I love you. I can't help it. You impressed me when you faced the huge dog in the woods, but when you saw me at my weakest, being forced to suck strangers off you helped me rather than take advantage of me. You could have just used me like everyone else, made me suck your cock and then be done with me, but instead you rescued me. I love you Peter."

"No, you're not thinking clearly. You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't care. I won't try to heal myself until you let me fuck you"

"But..."

"Please Peter."

"I can't, Clara would..."

"Clara doesn't need to know. I just need to know that you don't think of me as worthless cock sucker. Share an intimate moment with me."

"No..."

"Please Peter."

"I can't."

"I-I.." Aethis faltered. While she had been trying to give eloquent arguments she was still afraid that Peter was only taking pity on her and that he still saw her as the girl who had been willing to suck his dick in exchange for the removal of a chastity belt. She had hoped that she could erase that picture from his mind by being a creature of loving passion rather than cheap thrills. It hadn't worked. "Oh god, I'm sorry. You... I... I'm sorry. God, you must think I'm a slut, trying to get you to sleep with me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I... I... I wanted to love you not just fuck... I... Please don't think of me like that. I'm not like that... I'm not... I'm not, right? I didn't want to just fuck. I don't think. I don't know. I..."

Peter looked at her. She was crying, desperate for approval. He wasn't sure how he could prove to her that he didn't think of her as some cheap slut. The only way that seemed to present itself was unthinkable. Not only would it mean betraying Clara but it was definitely not the way to help Aethis.

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Clara lay on the bed, feeling the cloth of the sheets against her fur covered stomach. It had been almost a week since Peter had left. A week as a wolf. It was the longest period she had stayed a wolf since she had met Peter. Now she was trying to remember human sensations. She missed being human. She missed Peter. She wondered which she missed more.

The sound of the front door creaking open carried itself to the sensitive hearing of Clara's lupine ears. Her head raised and she slowly stood. A footstep. Clara leapt off the bed onto the hard wood floor with a quiet thump. Why was someone in the house? Peter shouldn't have been back for another week. That damn door had been left open, she had been afraid something like this would happen. Without hands she had been unable to close the door herself.

Clara crept beneath the bed, hiding from the intruder. The hair on her back stood on end. This all felt wrong.

"Hello?" A voice called. It was a man's. "Is anybody home?"

The man's footsteps continued as he explored the house. With each passing moment Clara became increasingly nervous. Soon the footsteps came closer to the bedroom. Step, step, step.

"Hello?" The voice was inside the room, right above her.

Clara held her breath, trying not to move. There was a shuffling as the man did something. Clara wasn't sure what, the sound wasn't specific enough. She could smell him though, it was odd, as though he had no scent, but that was impossible. Everything had a scent, affected by its own material and the environment around it, but this man had none, as though he didn't exist and was never around anything.

The sheets moved before her eyes. The man was searching beneath the bed! A hand, not a large hand, reached beneath the bed, inches in front of her long nose. Still she could not smell anything. The hand began groping the air beneath the bed, trying to find something, trying to find her! That's why he had come here, he wanted her. To take her from the house, away from Peter and any hope she had of being human again.

The hand once again moved in front of her muzzle. Taking action Clara bit into the hand with her sharp teeth. They stuck. As hard as she tried to pry her teeth loose from the hand she could not open her mouth. The hand had captured her mouth as if it were glue. She tried to pull away but she could not match the strength of the man.

The hand pulled her from out under the bed. She resisted but it was futile. The man looked down at her, smiling a devious grin. She tried to back away but was held firmly by the entrapping hand. For some reason the man didn't seem to mind that his hand was being bitten by sharp teeth, as though he had anticipated it.

The man fell to his knee and petted Clara on the head. Clara whined from the indignity, unable to express herself any other way.

"Hello girl," said the man. "You're a fine looking beast. My name's Marlos. I'm going to take you to my home until your master gets back. Don't worry about anything, you won't be hurt. I don't want to get your master angry. But I couldn't help but notice that he left you all alone while he went away.

"I don't know why he did that but it isn't a very nice thing to do to a pet. So I'll take care of you for know. It'll be fun, I've got some dogs of my own and a private kennel. And I've got a really big castle so you can run around all you want. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Clara wanted to tell him that it sounded horrible. That she was really a woman, Peter's wife, not his pet. But she couldn't, not in her wolf form. She growled around the man's hand. He took no notice.

"I'm sure you'll get along fine with my dogs. They're very friendly."

Marlos waved his free hand and she passed out.

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Peter woke with a start. He had been dreaming of Clara. Through the foggy vision of his half woken eyes he thought he saw movement, but as it cleared there was nothing, simply the darkness of night. Peter closed his eyes and allowed himself to again be immersed in the memories of Clara's touch.

As he began to once again regress into sleep the touch of human hands fell upon his thighs. Peter's eyes stared wide at the ceiling above him as his mind raced through possibilities. Suddenly a wet enclosure suckled on his cock, a mouth. Peter through back the covers and craned his neck to see who it was.

Of course it was Aethis. She manipulated his cock with her tongue until he grew hard. His cock, rubbing against the moist interior of her mouth, quickly became rigid. He tried to pull himself into a sitting position but her grip on his thighs was strong. He had to do a sit up instead. She looked up at him from his lap, a slight grin forming around his member. He was stuck, her strength to keep him in position was more than his to pull away. She had his lower body pinned to the bed, at the mercy of her attentive mouth.

Aethis' mouth played expertly with Peter's penis, sucking, licking, nibbling, anything she wanted, he couldn't resist. As her enthusiastic sucking continued he felt his body begin to tense with the imminent oncome of his orgasm. Aethis felt the change and halted her ministrations. She let the cock slip out of her mouth.

To Peter is was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she had stopped her assault on his body but a curse because, well because now he was horny as all hell and wanted to get off. Aethis crawled forward on his body. Although her hold on his thighs was gone Peter made no move to resist. She stopped when she was eye level with him, their eyes expressed silently the lust both had pent up within them. Aethis moved her hips, not once taking her eyes off of Peter's face, and mounted his hard member, letting it slide smoothly into her moist cunt.

Aethis began to ride Peter's body like a woman possessed. Her large tits bounced in synch with her bucking body. Peter's cock would momentarily disappear into her ravenous cunt and then reappear with Aethis' wild surging movements. Peter simply lay back as the beautiful Amazon fucked his body, enjoying the increasing pleasure that flowed through his body with each second his cock thrust into the bandit's cunt.

It continued through the night, the Amazon falling and rising earnestly on the Hermit's cock, the pair never stopping until Aethis had finally fell onto his body from exhaustion, her body covered in sweat and a fulfilled smile on her face. Peter felt her weight press against his body, wondering if he could ever go back to Clara.

Continued in Magician's Wolf - Part 3

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