Chapter 46: The Branches Of Fate

The 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 the rut getting the better of him. 

His formerly blue eyes were a golden-yellow hue and glowing as he continued to lay claim to the womb of the new arrival desperate to fill him with his seed and for it to catch and produce the pups he had wanted for quite some time. A snarl flipped from his lips near Porter's ear as the younger werewolf found himself given to submission in the wake of the Alpha demanding it. Porter's whimpers continued to fill the ears of the domineering Conway as he thrust in and out of the sodden depths of the lesser werewolf without regard for much of anything aside from adhering to the primal urge to rut with his moon-chosen mate. 

The intensity of Conway's deep thrusts had been only matched by his bite as Porter found himself succumbing to the force of it in the wake of his attempt to combat the command for his submission resulting in the hulking brute snarling all the more and making it clear that he had belonged to him no matter what his mortal brain had told him. 

Porter's fingernails dug heavily into the sodden earth beneath them, his own nostrils flared and his body jolted along the broken and dead leaves and twigs that had fallen from the looming trees. The pungent scent of arousal had been high in the air as well as blood and sex in the wake of Conway giving himself over to the demands of the rut. 

The spores from The Knotting Tree had been thick in this area of the woods and as a result, neither Conway nor Porter had a fighting chance when it came to ignoring their mutual wolf-driven urges. 

Porter whimpered when he felt Conway's sharp fangs dig into the flesh of his neck pinning him down onto the forest floor as he continued to pummel his sodden hidden sex making him all the more anxious to get away from him despite the wolf in him hindering his escape plans. Conway had been strong, very strong, and determined to lay claim to him no matter the cost. He'd been completely given over to the wolf in all aspects when it came to the rut and there was no sign of him returning to reason in the slightest until he'd filled Porter's womb once more. 

"Oh.....Oh....Ow.....Oh..." moaned Porter tapering back and forth between his mortal mind and the wolfish impulses that filled him. 

A weary Porter gasped when he heard a deep feral growl erupt from Conway as the brute's thick cock began to expand inside him. 

"When are you going to learn, Pisspot...you belong to me!" growled Conway as he pinned Porter down amid the dirt as his cock continued to spurt and expand knotting the unwilling lesser wolf as he snarled in the darkness of the forest. 

"Conway....uhhhhh.....fuck.....its too big....uhhhhh...." whimpered Porter finding that his womb stood no chance when it came to the older brute's demands of it.

Conway had been unphased by Porter's pleas as he continued to pin him as his thick cock pumped heavily inside him the knot expanding rapidly as he filled the lesser werewolf delighting in his conquest even as Porter's whimpers continued. 

"You will have my pups....and you will want them," growled Conway licking at the side of Porter's cheek making the lesser werewolf tremble in the wake of the rutting Alpha's demand. 

Try as he might to ignore it, Porter had indeed begun to feel something shift inside him, as if something long dormant had begun to open up and it had taken multiple attempts on the part of the Alpha brute to make it so. 

A twisted sort of smirk filed across Conway's face and a hiss escaped him as he felt the shift as well, his hot virle seed hitting their mark once and for all as he'd gotten Porter's womb to open up and accept what was fated for it. Instinct had told Porter all he needed to know about what had just occurred inside him and it made him all the more angry that Conway had managed to open his formerly untouched womb and seed it. 

The massive brute smirked as he licked the side of Porter's face basking in the afterglow of having accomplished his goal despite the sour expression on the lesser wolf's face. 

They remained locked together for several hours before Conway's knot finally subsided and the naked brute lifted the now possibly expecting younger werewolf as once would carry a bride into his massive muscled arms and carried him back to their shared bungalow. 

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Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...

 Conway Rollins looked over at the slumbering Porter Fulton with a mix of bewilderment and anxiousness as he recalled some of the events of their latest coupling. His werewolf blood seemed to have cooled in the wake of it and he found himself staring at an equally naked Porter as he slept in his bed. Conway could smell the stench of sex on him and something akin to heat as he tried his best to come to terms with what he might have done to and with his roommate.

"Fuck..." he whispered careful not to awaken Porter so as not to cause him panic. "Pisspot you....oh fuck." 

Having nothing else to do, Conway climbed into his bed with Porter, the intense need to not only be close to him but to protect the rather vulnerable younger gamma wolf had filled him almost immediately and instinct bid that he adhere to it whether they liked it or not.