Chapter 18: Into The Deep Woods The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... It seemed like all they had been doing since the moment class began was running amid long and looming trees and cold dirt that made the hairs on the back of Porter's neck stand on end. He had doubled over from the lack of air and took a few moments to catch his breath as his heart raced and sweat drenched his body causing his dark hair to stick to his face and forehead. He had not been so sure his instructor had known what he'd been doing forcing them all to head into the woods on a strange run with the bulk of the class getting lost due to disorientation and general unwillingness to keep running. As he fought to get clean air into his burning lungs, it had occurred to Porter, at least in part as to why this class in particular would be taking up most of the day according to the schedule. Feeling the class was getting further and further away the longer he lingered
Chapter 19: The Implications Of The Knotting Tree The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Thunderous beating from the heart of a rather unkempt and wild-looking Conway Rollins seemed to get the undivided attention of a shaken but not at all broken Porter Fulton who had been quite fed up with his trek into the deep woods. He had lost sight of his class and knew next to nothing about navigation as far as the numerous and vastly similar-looking trees shrouded in near-total darkness had been concerned. Conway's blue eyes took in the sight of Porter Fulton as his nostrils flared with the scent of the woods and the desperate younger werewolf's scent as he glared at him through the shadow of the trees. He seemed oddly hopeful, possibly due to him finally getting a whiff of his abrasive natural scent on the wind. Conway had been moving before his mind could tell him otherwise, getting him closer and closer to where Porter had been unable to sh
Chapter 20: The Forbidden Art Of Entanglement The Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The front door to Porter and Conway's living quarters had slammed against the nearby wall as he stepped inside still carrying the younger lad in his arms like a bride across the threshold. He swiftly kicked the door closed and carefully balanced Porter's body in his arms. Conway walked toward Porter's bedroom easily laying him down on his bed by way of the edge but took a moment as he scooted him to the center and their eyes locked briefly. The scent of arousal and the sensation of Porter's soft touch against Conway's chest had sent the Alpha instincts into overdrive and he'd been unable to suppress them. Porter himself found it difficult to utter a sentence let alone take his hands off Conway's chest for a few moments as there had been an awkward silence and a pause between them that had only offered room for labored breaths on each of their parts. C
Chapter 21: A Drawing Like No Other Porter's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton tossed and turned as he attempted to ignore the heat moving through his young body following his near-on romp with his hulking brute of a roommate Conway Rollins. He had not understood the complexities of what it meant to be a werewolf let alone what it meant to be a hormonal werewolf given to infatuation with the likes of the wrestling jock and he'd only known him for a short amount of time, yet it felt, well he felt as if they'd been together all their young lives. While Porter found Conway attractive in every aspect, he had been well aware of Conway's unseemly relationship with resident mateless Omega Owen Clark and as a result, he had not wished to come between them even if his body had screamed the opposite when the two of them had been anywhere near each other. That being said, his state of mind, once Conway had left him, wasn't all that
Chapter 22: The Wonders Of Moonlust The Tavern, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Loud music and more than a few rounds of pool greeted a slightly jilted and rut-induced Conway Rollins as he made his way down to the local bar called The Tavern for something of an old-time feel. It was the perfect place to escape and unwind for a guy like him and it was often well noted that he frequented the place from time to time. His mind had been reeling from his near-on romp with the new arrival Porter Fulton and he wasn't too keen on his behavior regarding how it all went down. His beast blood boiled in his veins and he had a difficult time attempting to keep his mind from falling victim to the rut that had overtaken him in the moments he spent with Porter, but it had been to no avail as his throbbing cock seemed to take precedence over his sense of self in after his departure from his bungalow. He'd been a slave to its impulses once before, during his days
Chapter 23: The Shady Aspect Of Hormonal Bliss Unknown Location, Unknown City... The moment Conway Rollins opened his rather hypnotic blue eyes he had taken notice of the strange bedroom he found himself in. He'd been completely naked of course, which never bothered him since his days of having to be so when enduring the indignity of being sex trafficked by the rat-faced bastard that had captured him in his youth. His body felt as if it were on fire as sweat soaked him from head to toe and his medium-length brown locks had been sticking to his head and neck respectively. He blinked a few times before noticing the figure moving up and down on his straddled waist in the darkness of the room he found himself in. The sensation of something tight and wet along his cock coupled with the softness of the bedsheets had jolted him back into reality, although he had not been too keen on what was happening aside from the frequent moans that filled his ears as whoever it was continued to rid
Chapter 24: The Unintended Reveal Of A Long Kept Secret The Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Once more Porter Fulon found himself awakening in the middle of the night, he yawned and stretched before climbing out of bed, not at all taking note of how quickly his sprained ankle had healed after a good bit of rest. It had appeared that Mr. Fowler had known what he'd been talking about, even if his advice seemed outlandish and outdated. He'd been well keen on the physiology of a werewolf and as a result knew what was best for them due to his study of the old ways, ways long forgotten by those who had grown accustomed to a lifestyle of wealth and privilege among other things. Porter yawned once more as he shuffled into the front room and made his way instinctively toward the bathroom, he'd been so preoccupied with his aching bladder that he forgot that he didn't bother to notice that someone had already been occupying the bathroom. He fo
Chapter 25: Something Along The Lines Of A Secret WishThe Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... No sooner had he left the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, Conway Rollins made his way toward the kitchen, still as naked as the day he was born and aroused from his near-on morning sex romp with his new roommate Porter Fulton, His body glistened with the lingering water from his most recent shower following his return from the strange bedroom of the human male Evan Skyler where he'd spent the previous night trying his hardest to alleviate the creeping lust he'd felt ever since Owen had plagued him with the start of his rut. He had not been in the best of moods given his tendency to have to deal with the rut and once he'd been set off he knew there was no point in attempting to go to class when his teachers would have sent him back to his living quarters anyway as a safety precaution. Conway rolled his eyes as he pulled on the fridge h
Chapter 46: The Branches Of FateThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton's whimpers continued to fill the deep woods as he found himself once more at the mercy of Conway Rollins and his massive Alpha wolf cock pummeling his hidden sex amid the looming trees that had been the only spectators when it came to their unceremonious union once the likes of Owen Clark had departed from them. Conway's deep and feral growls filled the open air as he continued to have his way with Porter not at all phased by the elements nor the younger confused lad's constant attempts to get as far away from him as possible. Conway's nostrils flared as he continued his frenzied pace, as Porter's moans became more frequent and difficult to decipher as the older brute continued to jolt his young body along the forest floor. Both werewolves found themselves covered in a thick sheen of sweat as their unseemly act commenced, Conway himself had been drenched in the wake of t
Chapter 45: Primal PursuitsThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Whimpers and snarls abound had been resounding through the deep woods as Conway Rollins continued to pummel the slick secondary sex of the lesser werewolf Porter Fulton. Snarls erupted from both the brute and the lesser beast as their act commenced, Conway's larger frame flexed as he pinned Porter to the forest floor desperate and raging as he pumped his thick cock in and out of his chosen mate who had remained in denial about their true association. Unable to help himself, Porter whimpered as Conway continued to pound his sodden sex in a desperate attempt to lay claim to his hidden womb wanting only to fill it with his pups as soon as possible in the wake of finding him amid the endless see of other howlers who had not at all been compatible. Porter continued his whimpering as he realized that Conway had once again been inside him and was desperate to see his belly swell with pups once he'
Chapter 44: A Lesson In The Ways Of NatureThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had not been looking forward to the fact that he once more had class out in the woods with Mr. Fowler. The last time he'd been subjected to wolfish training, he had sprained an ankle amid a hike around The Knotting Tree and ended up with the strange ancient tree's spores getting to him that left him on the business end of Conway Rollins' thick cock for days on end. He had not been too keen on the fact that Owen Clark had been in class either knowing what he knew about them and how Conway held control over both their bodies when the rut had gotten the better of him. Upon his arrival, Porter took full notice of Conway, his muscle-ripped chest had been bare and his eyes were as wild as ever. It didn't take a master study in the ways of wolfish behaviors for the lad to know that his roommate had been given to the effects of the rut and would pounce at a moment's noti
Chapter 43: Companions At Best The Courtyard, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter had managed to put what happened between himself and Conway Rollins out of his mind for the time being but he had done so with great difficulty, the massive brute had been so good at twisting and pummeling his weary body that he had been almost sorry that he'd left him when he did. The rather confused lad attempted to make sense of why things had gotten so hectic when it came to his wolfish nature and Conway's designs upon him as a result of its late discovery. It had been to no avail as Embrey made her way toward him a glint behind her eyes as she approached with a wide smile filed across her lovely face. He could smell her magic a mile away as she approached him curious as to what had been keeping him from class for the past few days. "Long time no see Wolfie," she said greeting him warmly. Up close Porter had been reminded of her blue hair and the stench of magic that m
Chapter 42: More Untimely AwkwardnessPorter's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The rather weary blue eyes of Porter Fulton opened to find that he'd been in the familiar confines of his bedroom but he'd been still naked as he lay on his bed with one of his blue sheets draped over his bare waist covering his bare cock as he looked up at the ceiling. He felt a bit of residual soreness and then some as he slowly came to his senses attempting to assess what had taken place since the last time he'd been conscious. The intense burning sensation that filled his body and compelled him to seek out and submit to the Alpha brute Conway Rollins had been gone or subsided due to multiple encounters to sate it for the time being. Embarrassment had been the first thing that came to mind once Porter Fulton had gotten back to his senses as he recalled how easily he'd bent over for Conway's cock begging for it and whimpering as he took him in the kitchen
Chapter 41: The Worst Fears Of A Jealous HeartThe Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Unable to help himself, Porter Fulton found himself giving more and more to the will of his wolf as he submitted before the more powerful commands of the Alpha whose thick cock invaded the younger Gamma's hidden sex determined and desperate while pumping deeper and harder than ever before the primal desperation and mutual sensation the only thing on either of their collective beast blood filled minds as their bodies clashed amid the hardwood and kitchen furniture. Snarles and harsh breaths accompanied by whimpers filled the kitchen as Porter's front claws dug into the hardwood flooring below, as his pale arse raised high in the air eager for the rough hands to move along his bare flesh as the heat between them only seemed to intensify and Conway's larger muscle-bound body mounted him his abs flexed in the wake of his thrusts into Porter's hidden sloppy sex
Chapter 40: Reeling From Bliss The Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter hissed rather gingerly as he found himself still wrapped in Conway's rather strong embrace and with the massive cock still lodged inside him pulsing rather slowly as the fog of lust lifted and he was drenched in sweat and still very much naked with his own smaller cock resting against his inner thigh and chilled from the cool breeze that filled the kitchen. He moaned involuntarily getting Conway's attention as the brute began to nibble at the flesh of his neck once more inhaling his scent as his thick appendage continued to pulse inside the Gamma werewolf. Porter's messy brown hair had cascaded about his face, longer than he had liked it to be and slick from all the activity-driven sweat. He had felt little more than minor aches given the strenuous activity he'd been enduring and participating in with Conway Rollins under the directive of his rather brazen and u
Chapter 39: A Primal PulseThe Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had taken the last bite of his eggs before his plate was completely clean and looked down at the table. He could feel the hulking brute Conway's rough hands move along his bare hips and grip him tight as he found himself being bounced up and down on the massive thick cock that had been inside his heated sex as he attempted to finish off his breakfast. The sensation of lust had filled his young naked body and even his own smaller pale cock throbbed with need and became aroused as Conway's lips and teeth grazed Porter's exposed soft flesh as he took in the scent of the younger lad's body. A low growl rumbled from deep within the larger Alpha werewolf's throat as Conway began to crave more friction from the smaller body that rode his cock. Porter whimpered at the sensation of being stretched so deeply as he gripped the table with his hands, not at all noticing how
Chapter 38: A Surprisingly Caring BruteConway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Once again Porter Fulton found himself awakening back inside his living quarters but he'd been shockingly lying in Conway Rollins' bed in place of his own, it had alarmed him at first to find that he'd been naked from head to toe, and decidedly sore from intense use between his slender pale thighs with something of a dull ache about his average sized cock, which had been flaccid and spent from what he understood to have been overuse. Lying on his back and taking in the rather luxurious but foreign sighting that had been his roommate's bedroom, Porter found himself questioning how his life had gotten so turned upside down.He had hoped to distinguish himself with academics only to find that he'd been born as a formerly dormant Gamma werewolf and even worse couldn't seem to control the beast's sexual urges when it came to the hulking Alpha brute he'd been for