The Wolf and the Lamb
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Thread Topic: The Wolf and the Lamb
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Basil jolted at the nails in his skin, his restrained hands forming fists that were so firm his knuckles turned white. "MMM!" He cried behind the fabric, tears welling in his eyes again. He was irritated that Cyrus assumed he enjoyed any of this and decided to try something he should have done a long time ago. The lamb made an attempt to kick the wolf, immediately regretting it when pain shot from his tail up his spine. Internally cursing, Basil buried his face in a pillow, hoping a lack of oxygen would allow him to pass out before Cyrus could do anything. Or even trick the wolf into removing his balled up shirt from his mouth.
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The wolf laughed at Basil's reaction to the clawing, his grin turning into a smirk. He dug them in tighter, drawing a little bit of blood, but not a lot. However, he was surprised when the lamb kicked him. Slightly in pain now, Cyrus pulled away, removing his finger to examine himself. It looked like his body was in tact, despite the sparking pain forming in his stomach. As he was about to say something, he noticed he had buried his face in a pillow. Growling, the alpha grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head up. "You must think you're so funny, since you landed a hit on me. I'll be sure to return the favor." He shoved the other down, wiping his finger on the bed. He needed to get the other's entrance more wet, fast.
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A muffled yelp came from the lamb when he felt those claws dig deeper into his skin, breaking it. But he was relieved when his kick had caused the other to pull away, even removing himself from the lamb's body. Basil let out a huff of air through his nose before he was forcibly pulled out of the pillow by the wolf's grasp. The smaller whined and tried to shake his head in response, finding it difficult with the other holding tight to his scalp. It wasn't long before he was forced back into the pillows, more sounds of distress escaping him. His head was swimming from being pushed and pulled around by Cyrus, giving the lamb a headache that was only eased by closing his eyes.
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After a moment of thinking, Cyrus scooted back towards the lamb, his eyes glittering. He grasped Basil's hips in his hands, leaning down. With nothing but a smile as to indicate that his plan was funny to him, he hovered over the other's entrance, licking his sharp teeth. He moved a hand down after a second of thought, pinning one of his legs down. "Trust me, little lamb, I won't make the mistake of moving again. You can kick with one leg, but I'm sure you'll just hurt yourself in the end. Be a good boy.. And enjoy this." The wolf licked Basil's entrance, shuddering in delight. He wasn't dirty down there at all, so he figured he'd have an easier time prepping him with his tongue.
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His eyes opened wide when he felt hands on his hips and he glanced back to see what the other was doing. He hated the look on Cyrus's face, the smile that always held dark intentions behind it, and he had a right to. Not long after, he began to shake at the feeling of the wolf's tongue against his hole and his cheeks turned red from embarrassment. The thought of being licked there, it was dirty, disgusting, but still a soft, whiny moan escaped him. It was a better feeling than having Cyrus's fingers inside him. Basil scoffed, a pit growing in his stomach as he actually enjoyed what the other was doing. He knew he didn't like it, but his body argued with him.
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Cyrus's heart fluttered at the sound of Basil's moan. Though it was faint, and muffled, he knew he heard the sound of pleasure. Tilting his head up a bit in pride, he continued to lick at the other's entrance. His grip on the lamb's leg lessened as he become more focused on hearing more of those sweet moans. He could feel himself hardening from the excitement. This is what he had been needing. The feeling of his tongue being inside of the other male, the feeling of pride swelling in his chest. The alpha felt his tail start to wag. Slowly, he was getting the other's hole nice and wet.
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Basil could feel the moisture on his face, his tears had never stopped. His legs shook with weakness, especially when that wet muscle pushed its way inside of him, and he couldn't stop the sounds that came from him. His body was swayed so easily, every new touch and experience strange but exciting to it. Yet his heart ached, knowing well that none of this was for his pleasure, it was for Cyrus to prove he was in power. He had hope to postpone being intimate with anyone, especially the alpha, but he was weak, unable to protect himself. The lamb sobbed silently at what he'd become and dreaded what was coming to him. He felt gross before it had even begun.
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Tail swishing through the air, the wolf reached down to stroke himself. The feeling of Basil's a--hole was overwhelming. At least it was in a good way. Moving his fingers to the beat of Basil's moans, Cyrus groaned a little, closing his eyes. If he wanted to, he could call their time together to a close right now- he was already extremely hard, and if he continued fondling himself, he'd come in no time. But he imagined a broken lamb, and he dropped his hand, finishing up his job and pulling away. He would become one with the other, right there. He grinned again, opening his eyes. They sparkled in the light, full of mischievousness. "Get ready, little lamb."
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Basil squirmed, feeling different parts of his body twitch while Cyrus toyed with his entrance, until the alpha finally pulled away. Panting softly and whining, the lamb wiped his wet face on the pillows. He didn't know why the wolf stopped, but he didn't mind having a chance to breathe before he was startled by the other's words. Quickly looking back, the smaller male began to scream and struggle, tugging at the restraints on his wrists. He could see Cyrus, every bit of him, and he definitely didn't want it. Basil didn't know how long it would last, but no matter how quick it was, he was nowhere near ready for it. So he continued to struggle and protest against what the wolf was going to do.
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Cyrus paused his fun to lick his fingers, his eyes burning into Basil's body. He had seen it so many times, but the alpha felt like he had to memorize it. Every feature of the lamb was important to him. He wanted to know how to make him squirm in both pleasure and pain. He'd have to analyze the smaller, learn from anything he did. Once he cleaned his hand off, he moved himself back up to Basil's entrance. His hands found the perfect spot on his hips to cradle him. It was time to make the little lamb pay. "Oh, quiet, lamb. No one but me can hear you. No one." With that, the alpha pressed his manhood at the other's entrance and began to push the tip in, slowly but with a lot of force.
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The lamb moved his legs a bit, almost as if trying to crawl away or kick again, but the wolf's hands on his hips kept him from going anywhere. That's when he felt the other tip pushing against him, tears forming in the corners of his eyes at the new pain. Basil screamed as loud as he could in hopes that someone would hear him. The walls weren't very thick; Someone was bound to notice. But until then, all he could do was scream and sob as he felt like he was being ripped in half. No, he was certain he was tearing. Cyrus hadn't thoroughly opened him up, the pain overpowering that of his tail, and Basil confirmed that fear when he glanced down at the bed. He noticed something drip, but the darkness hid whatever the fluid was from him.
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Cyrus burst out into laughter as the lamb struggled violently. Even though the alpha wasn't pinning his legs, he couldn't seem to find the strength to really kick him. It was almost like he was just moving his limbs in an unordinary fashion. His eyes had lost all compassion in that moment and were instead replaced by lust. A dark, dark hunger. Boldly, the wolf removed the shirt from Basil's mouth as he pressed his way inside of the lamb. A sneer was on the older's face. "Scream, my little lamb. Scream as loud as you want. Even bite me. It's all in vain, but do it. I love your noises." As the alpha made his way in as deep as he could, he felt himself tearing at his walls. Howling laughter erupted from Cyrus he saw blood drip from Basil's tight hole. He felt none of the pain that Basil felt- in fact, he was throughly enjoying the feeling of being inside of the lamb.
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Basil did just that once the fabric was removed from his mouth. He cursed the other, continued to cry, and screamed for someone to help him. Though he didn't expect much, he just wanted someone to make the alpha stop. He wished his ears were plugged so he could block out the other's irritating laughter. Gritting his teeth, Basil glared at Cyrus with nothing less than hatred in his eyes. "I'll make sure..you regret this... Ngh!" His eyes shut tight at the pain in his backside, more sounds of distress escaping him as he felt more of his insides tear. He was beginning to feel dizzy, exhausted, and he hoped to pass out instead of suffer through the rest of this. The lamb would get up, if he even could, and find someone willing to help him, or at least help him get to Felicity for more treatment in the morning. Until then, he'd be stcuk with Cyrus, unable to do anything with his exhausted lower half and restrained arms.
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Cyrus was aware that that Basil's screams were louder than he had expected, but it wouldn't matter. Most of the rooms that would hear the noise were all people from his pack- they would easily mistaken them as his howls of excitement, something that was common for him. He leaned close to the lamb's face, kissing his cheek in mock passion. "I love that look. So exciting, little lamb. I don't think I could ever regret this~" He closed his eyes, waiting. If he started moving now, he would hurt himself slightly. He waited until the felt he had the strength to start thrusting. The alpha started off slowly, rubbing the lamb's thighs and humming to him. "More blood.. I want more.."
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Basil cringed at the kiss, pulling away from the other with a pain-filled groan. "You'll regret it..when you're dead... Just like that b------ earlier. I'll end you..." The lamb bit his lip whenever Cyrus moved, feeling a bit of blood drip from his mouth now. Another cry escaped him, his voice sounding much different from before because of how used and abused it was. His body tensed as he tried to stop the wolf from thrusting into him anymore, and he made an attempt to move his legs again when his thighs were rubbed. "Don't touch me.. You're disgusting. A monster. Even your pack hates that you exist.." Basil spat at the other, trying to find anyway to throw him out of focus.
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