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"The wolf boy’s caught, pinned tight in a vise of flesh and fury - two hulking shadows towering over him, a barbarian and a wolf-beast, each a wall of muscle and primal stink, sodomizing him with a brutality that splits the air with grunts and growls. They are taking turns at him - the barbarian’s thick, scarred shaft slamming in with a bone-shaking thud, then giving way to the wolf-beast’s knotted, pulsing girth, its claws carving his flanks as it drives deep. The shifting sizes and rhythms taunting him, a cruel flicker of pause in the onslaught - his rim trembling, soaked in their mingled fluids, sweat, and the hot drip of their insatiable hunger. His mind’s blank, scorched away by the crushing force, pain searing his core while his inner wolf howls, a wild, keening song of pleasure that rises unbidden, reveling in the violation, the overwhelming flood of being taken, claimed, split apart.
But their hunger twists, turns greedy - neither content to wait. The barbarian’s already deep, grinding with a guttural snarl, his hips pounding a relentless tempo, cock buried in the wolf boy’s slick, stretched heat. The wolf-beast, pacing and pissed, his knotted shaft twitching, pointy tip slick - a weapon honed for rivalry, built to claim - won’t stand for it. With a snarl, he lunges, claws sinking into the wolf boy’s thighs, and forces his way in - his tapered, piercing cock shoving alongside the barbarian’s girth, breaching the already stuffed space in a single, ruthless thrust. The wolf boy’s eyes bulge, a strangled howl ripping free as the stretch doubles, his rim splitting wider, a raw, quivering mess gushing fluids under the impossible strain.
The barbarian, undeterred - fired up by the intrusion - doubles down, lust blazing hotter at the added tightness, the slick, veiny grind of the wolf-beast’s cock rubbing against his own. He roars, hips bucking with renewed fury, each thrust a savage revel in the textured friction, his shaft pulsing against the invader in a tight, sweaty clash. The wolf-beast matches him, snarling louder, his pointed length jabbing deeper, knot swelling as the barbarian’s girth strokes it, the raw sensation of their cocks grinding together stoking his feral drive. They’re consumed, a lust-crazed war - claws slashing, hips slamming, stretching the wolf boy further as they chase the brutal high of each other’s flesh, each fighting to plunge deeper, to flood him with their seed in a selfish, guttural claim.
His body’s a thrashing wreck, drool flooding from his slack jaws, sweat matting his fur, his untouched cock slapping his belly - then it happens. Overwhelmed by the twin assault, the pain and pleasure colliding in a searing blaze, he erupts. Jets of cum spurt hard, unnoticed - thick, hot ropes shooting up his chest, a brief flare of life that runs down his belly, streaking his pubes, dribbles over his balls, only to die there, erased by the battlefield, mixing into the slick, churning mess of their thrusts - not even a whisper of relief against the agony tearing him apart. It’s an immense, shuddering release, his cock pulsing untouched, slapping wetter now, but no one sees - no one cares. Not the barbarian, not the wolf-beast, too lost in their grinding war - and not even the wolf boy, his mind blank, his wolf howling blind in the chaos, oblivious to the miserable, wasted flood soaking him. His fluids mix with theirs, a rank, glistening smear, and still they pound on, tearing him apart, his silent climax a forgotten cry in the feral fray."
"The wolf boy’s caught, pinned tight in a vise of flesh and fury - two hulking shadows towering over him, a barbarian and a wolf-beast, each a wall of muscle and primal stink, sodomizing him with a brutality that splits the air with grunts and growls. The barbarian’s a scarred, sweat-slick titan, his grip iron on the wolf boy’s hips, thrusting with a savage, relentless rhythm - his thick, veined shaft plunging deep, stretching him raw, tearing past any resistance with a guttural roar. On the other side, the wolf-beast snarls, a towering mass of fur and fang, his own cock - knotted, pulsing, inhuman - driving in just as fierce, claws raking the wolf boy’s flanks as he burrows deeper, a feral whine threading through his panting. They’re relentless, a twin assault that hammers him from both ends, their heavy balls slapping against his trembling frame, the sound wet and obscene in the thick, musky haze.
His mind’s gone - wiped blank by the sheer, searing intensity, a white-hot fog where thought drowns and only sensation reigns. Pain lances through him, sharp and unyielding, his rim stretched beyond reason, quivering and slick with the mess of their conquest - sweat, spit, the hot drip of their leaking need mingling with his own. Yet beneath it, buried deep in his core, his wolf howls - a wild, keening song of pleasure that rises unbidden, reveling in the violation, the overwhelming flood of being taken, claimed, split apart. He’s shaking, drooling, jaw slack and eyes rolled back, a shuddering wreck lost to the storm of it. His tongue lolls, spit pooling beneath him, his breaths ragged yelps swallowed by their growling din.
The barbarian and wolf-beast lock eyes over his bowed form, a fierce, unspoken rivalry sparking between them - each thrust a challenge, a bid to outdo the other, to conquer him deeper, harder, to mark him as theirs. The barbarian snarls, hips slamming forward with a bone-rattling force, aiming to bury himself to the hilt, to flood him with a selfish, guttural claim. The wolf-beast counters, claws digging in, his knot swelling as he grinds in savage circles, determined to lock tight and spill his seed in a primal, howling triumph. They’re racing, warring through his body, using him as their battleground, oblivious to his own need screaming in the fray. His cock hangs heavy, untouched, uncared for - throbbing painfully, leaking in desperate spurts onto the dirt, a neglected pulse against the chaos consuming him. Fluids smear everywhere - his thighs, their fur, the ground - a rank, glistening testament to the feral clash, and still they pound on, driving him to the edge of breaking, his inner wolf howling louder, lost in the brutal bliss of it all."
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