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Standing firm and looking determined, a wolf was drawing his bow, eyes trained on his target. The bow was released, flinging its arrow from the motion. It sailed across the air before striking the target crudely painting on the bark of a thick tree. He was just short of hitting the center, a much better result than when he first started.

He had been at this for months, working to get better at combat. Though he had a simple and quiet life, even settled down with a loving husband named Sigurd, the wolf still wanted more. Within the small forest village he heard the tales from adventures that either lived there or made a stop along their journeys. To Camil, it all sounded amazing and he wanted to experience it all for himself.

With months of progress under his belt, Camil was still told that he was far from skilled enough to take on the many threats that lay beyond their safe haven. With evil taking hold in the castle, their world was more dangerous than ever. Even the trained fighters were sometimes pushed to their limits when monsters invaded the village. This all sounded exciting to Camil, and seeing his progress day by day made the canine antsy. His patience was running thinner as time went on, seeing heroes and other kinds of travelers passing through with amazing looking gear and weapons. All it did was make it hard for him to wait until the training was complete. Seeing that his arrow was near the center, Camil convinced himself that he was ready. Any monster in his path would suffer the wrath of his bow. Even if he couldn't aim perfectly straight, it shouldn't be hard to hit a lumbering beast.

"Are you sure about this?" Sigurd asked his mate. The bigger ash colored wolf watched the other preparing. Camil had told of his plan to simply venture out beyond the village's reach, out into the denser woods where he could hopefully encounter a monster or two.

"You've seen how good I've gotten with my bow. And, I won't be gone long..." the blonde furred canine assured, slipping on his arrow bag. It was fully stocked, a sight that brought some ease to his nervous partner.

"Okay... Just don't be gone long, okay?" Sigurd asked.

"I won't be long," Camil said, feeling ready to go out and prove himself. Armed with bow and arrows, the first thing he did was stop by a stand that had a few extra things he could use.

The shopkeeper eyed the other wolf with an unsure expression but provided the requested items. Given how small the village was, word tended to travel. Camil's progress was something that was publicly known as well.

"Isn't it a little early for you to be going out?" he asked.

"I'm not a child," Camil said curtly. "I can handle myself for the little while I'll be out there."

"Maybe against the smaller monsters. But still be careful out there. There's talks of moblins being out there."

This was heard but Camil didn't pay much mind to it. Planning to go just outside of the village, he was sure that any stronger monsters would be much further away. Once having everything he needed and paying the shopkeeper, Camil turned tail and departed towards the village's entrance.

'Here goes nothing. It'll be quick. Just enough to show everyone else how strong I really am,' the wolf thought to himself. With that he strolled right past the village's entrance and kept going further beyond. This of course wasn't his first time leaving the protected area but he specifically headed away from the beaten path, walking right into the thicker and untamed growth of the wilds.

Practicing for hunting and fighting was one thing but he had yet to actually perform these techniques on an opponent. Even the sparring was in a controlled environment, made to end if things got too intense. Just as he stalked through the foliage, it occurred to him that in a real fight there would be no one to step in and keep things from getting too intense.

'No turning back now...'

Keeping himself low and trying his best to not make too much noise, Camil continued exploring the forest beyond the usual path. His sensitive ears could pick up the distant sounds of other creatures. Almost instantly the wolf was on edge, looking around for any sign of trouble. When finding nothing he groaned and shook his head, feeling rather silly for freaking out instead of drawing his weapon.

Carrying himself with more "dignity," Camil took a bolder approach to trekking through the woods. After all, he was on the hunt to prove himself. There was no reason for him to be walking around on light feet. What he needed was to find a monster and get its attention. Once it was beaten, the remains would be taken back to show the others and prove them wrong. It all sounded like a solid plan to him.

With a deep breath, he sprung from the foliage and decided to head towards the noises he heard. They were a bit distant but the wolf could just feel that something worth his time and skills were waiting for him. With a plan and more confidence to fuel him, Camil made his way towards the noise, his twitching and swiveling ears bringing him closer and closer to it.

The first thing Camil noticed was that the sounds were rather low and deep, meaning that the creature would be a bit bigger than what he was looking for. But if that was the only monster nearby that would have to be the challenge he would face. The last thing he could do was return to the village empty handed. Knowing the villagers, the word of his venture had already spread and they were all waiting for him to return. Well he would give them all something truly worth talking about.

A bit more walking brought him to the monster he was looking for. Or that's what he thought. In his mind, Camil figured that a bokoblin would be the ideal thing to take down. But even a passing glance made it clear that he had come across more than that. Stomping its way around and foraging for some food was instead a moblin. Just as the shopkeeper said, the monster was wandering around rather close to the village.

If word got out, the trained fighters would be readying themselves to protect the village. But perhaps he could beat them to the punch. Sure this was much more than what he had been expecting, but there was no way him taking down a moblin could be ignored. If there was a time to prove himself this was it. Now or never!

Working quickly yet quietly, he got an arrow and readied it by drawing his bow. He waited until the moblin turned his back, bursting out of the foliage and firing the arrow. It didn't matter that his aim was still a bit off, not when the target was both standing still and so big. The arrow rushed towards the moblin, being aimed at his head. Being so sure that it would do the trick, Camil was already moving in to collect the evidence.

But to his utter shock, the arrow was caught in midair. The moblin barely reacted, still clutching the arrow and letting out a snort. Finally it began to acknowledge the attack made on him. Camil had been a short distance when firing the arrow but was much closer now, stopping in his tracks and standing there when his gaze met the beast's.

The arrow was easily snapped in the moblin's large hand, being tossed aside without much care. Seeing this, Camil gulped and found himself unable to move. The moblin had fully turned around, looking down at the wolf that shot the arrow at him. Another snort and huff came from him, eyes narrowing when seeing the bow still held in Camil's hands.

"I..." the wolf gulped. He looked along the beast's body, realizing just how big and looming he was. The gold colored moblin didn't look amused at all, lunging forward. Camil's instincts drove him to act but he wasn't fast enough, being snatched up by his arrow holder. Having a firm hold on it kept him from being able to run away. The strength of him trying to escape was outdone by the monster simply pulling back towards himself.

"No! I didn't mean it. Please, just let me go!" Camil yelled but his pleading fell on deaf ears. The moblin made an extra hard tug that tore the strap of the arrow holder. This would have been the chance to get himself free, but at that point the wolf was close enough to simply grab and that's what happened. The monster had a firm hold of his arm, the strength being felt from the grip alone. It made Camil think twice, not wanting to risk his arm being injured or much worse.

The moblin turned and began to walk away, tugging his new captive with him. Being too weak to fight back and not wanting to run the risk of angering the bigger creature, Camil followed as best he could, keeping pace with the moblin's wide steps. While walking further into the forest, he began to think of what this all would mean for him. In his fear, the bow had been dropped and the arrows were left behind when the holder's strap was torn. Knowing that he couldn't win with his bare hands, Camil couldn't help but wonder just what was in store for him.

His mind was racing. What would become of him? From the many stories he was told from visiting travelers. Some of them stopped by for the sake of rest and healing wounds they got from fighting monsters. All of his weapons and other supplies were left behind, leaving the wolf with little to no options available to him. At this point he just hoped to somehow make it back home in one piece.

The golden moblin was dragging the wolf along, deeper into the forest and further away from the nearby village. He was rather annoyed with having his foraging cut short by someone trying to attack him, but when getting a good look at the wolf, the intelligent creature could easily tell the canine was no threat to him. But when getting a really good look, the moblin figured that the other male could be of some use to him.

He had been in a bad mood lately but not due to the lack of food. His foraging had turned up some good stuff before Camil came upon him. The issue plaguing this creature was the lack of available partners in the area. His taste was not for the other moblins in the area, having already been with them. What this moblin in particular wanted was something new, something he couldn't find among the other creatures of Ganon. Though his belly was somewhat full, the moblin still had a hunger of a different sort. When looking back at the lithe wolf barely keeping pace, he felt a sense of certainty in knowing that this canine would bring him what he was looking for.

The trees and bushes fell away from the two of them now being in a clearing. Being left behind, the wall of foliage acted as a sort of wall. While it couldn't keep things at bay as well as an actual stone wall could, its purpose seemed to be more suited to outlining: making it clear that this part of the forest belonged to the moblins. Anyone invading the space would have to be prepared for the consequences that would be doled out if caught for trespassing. But this was a different situation. Camil had been brought directly to the land. What did that mean for him? And the caven ahead. It wasn't hard to figure that it belonged to the moblins, being their place of shelter.

Another rough tug dragged Camil inside, pulling him out of the sun's light and into the cavern's shadow. At least it was nice and cool inside. But there was something else to worry about. The smell that instantly surrounded him. The stale odor of male musk was all around him, already filling his nose. Living with another male himself, he was a bit used to the smell of dirty clothes when doing the laundry but this was something much different: more wild and untamed. The more he took in from just breathing, the more he was able to notice about it. A permeating smell of pure male, one that hadn't the luxury of baths. And from what he heard, there were likely more moblins that called his place home, meaning it came from multiple males, all letting their odors sink into the cavern's interior.

While he was just trying to adjust to it all, the moblin had finally stopped dragging him along. Finding a wall, the bigger male simply turned around and sat down, leaning against the cavern's wall. With a deep sigh, his still gripping arm pulled Camil towards himself. This time he was brought in very close, enough to have his suspicions confirmed. The smells around him were born from the heady aroma that clung to the sitting moblin. While sitting his legs were spread and Camil couldn't help but notice that some of the creature's package was showing. In his current position, the loincloth failed to cover everything up. It wasn't much but enough to paint just how truly big this other male was when compared to himself.

One strong hand became two, the both of them having a firm hold on the wolf, sharply tugging his body so it ran into the bulkier frame. His body was against the moblin's and just one arm was all it took to keep him there. Squirming and struggling with kicks did nothing against the foe. A sound like laughter came from the bigger male. This surprised and distracted Camil for a moment. But in that moment, the other hand came, pushing the wolf's head firmly against his chest, being damp with sweat.

Both hands kept him in place and Camil had to breathe eventually. When he took that desperate inhale that first thing that struck his senses was the overwhelming reek of the moblin's body. Glazed with sweat, he already felt his fur clinging to the rough skin. His body trembled in response to the purely unclean smell that assaulted his senses. Just the first sent alone brought this sensation never felt before. He suddenly felt lightheaded, head swimming from the haze in his mind. The first reaction was to gag and groan from the stench and yet his second breath came both willingly and easier than before.

It was already hard to think from the haze in his mind but even then it was hard to explain why he took another breath, and then another. It was one coming a bit quicker and being longer than the one before. That scent, starting out pungent and suffocating steadily became a little more bearable. Still overwhelming and biting his sense of smell, Camil found something strangely inviting and intoxicating about it. His sensitive nose drank it in, inhaling as deeply and for as long as he could. Filling his lungs and making his head spin, from the outside it looked as if the wolf was trying to chase some sort of buzz, like one would from the rare flowers that brought an inebriating effect. He could be heard inhaling sharply, the smell being just as strong no matter how many times his nostrils swelled against the wet chest.

The moblin felt all of the sniffs to his chest and was rather amused to see just how quickly the canine melted and desired more. This was an effect he had on others, be they the weaker kinds of moblin or the common bokoblin, all of them were quickly subdued by his natural scent alone. This furry creature put up more of his resistance, lasting just a bit longer than most. But in the end he was now drinking in his odor deeply, just like all the others had. But this one would be different. He intended to keep this one and was glad to see it adjusting and becoming familiar with him.

"Mmm..." Camil groaned, his face being pulled away. It wasn't lost on him that he was a captive in this situation and yet he was already looking forward to more. There was something addictive about it all; some kind of force that kept him willing and wanting for more.

Sensing this, the moblin rumbled while moving himself and Camil. Easing his firm hold on the wolf, he wore a rather smug look while lifting up his arm. The simple act exposed his armpit, being sweatier and hotter than the chest was. Even from a little bit away, he could smell an intenser funk coming from the area. His eyes were trained on it and felt his mouth watering already. There wasn't much time to ask why that was the case, not when the moblin's heavy hand was pushing the back of his head again.

Within the hot and wet space, Camil's muzzle was all but smothered, getting soaked with sweat that was still dripping. And the distinct smell that met his nose. It was noticeably denser, having an earthier tone to it. The first sniff alone made him recoil a bit but not out of disgust, rather from just not being prepared for the differing kind of musk.

Even though he was being held in place, Camil was willing to take in another deep inhale from the area, letting the deep muggy odor overwhelm his sense of smell. Another small sigh and shiver came from the wolf, a sign of his growing enjoyment. The moblin felt the puffs of warm breath against his pit, pushing and grinding Camil's head into the pit. This smeared the sweat into the muzzle, drenching the canine's nose and lips in the strong smelling sweat.

The rubbing kept his lips dragged along the space's curvature. The sweat was collected there, and the taste began to seep in. It was rather apparent given the sudden and very tart flavor that reached his tongue. Making another small sound of enjoyment, Camil dared to open his mouth, just enough to let his tongue curiously ease out. When actually touching the pit's skin, he was met with an even stronger tang. Daring to actually lick smeared that over his taste buds, having many to meet and savor the bitterness that stayed on the surface, stimulating his sense of taste even when his tongue reeled back inside.

Even then his nose was still at work, sniffing both deeply and rapidly. Anything that could be done to receive more of the bigger male's musk. Keeping his nose lodged in deep, Camil truly began to bask in it. GOing further than just breathing the smell in, the wolf calmed himself and let it take hold. It was strong enough to make his nose itch and burn but that didn't stop him from keeping it up. It was no doubt an offending odor, one of a smelly beast that wore its filth. Perhaps out of its animalistic tendencies or perhaps some sort of pride. Whatever the case, Camil had already grown used to it. Fond of it even; letting it just consume. It overtook his senses and shrouded his mind in a fog, leaving a need of more.

What would the others say if they knew? That in this moment he was willing to give himself to this creature. He was certain of it, already being roused to an erection that poked and rubbed against the moblin's body. The fabric of his pants teased and were becoming wet with his precum. Everything else fell away in his mind, not mattering as much as the immediate thrill and satisfaction his current actions brought.

His licking resumed, the first dosage of sweat on his tongue not being enough. Now openly moaning, his voice being muffled by the engulfing armpit, Camil was back to licking. His tongue made continual motions, flicking and grinding along. When really committing to clean up the dripping sweat, the strong smelling area was laden with a sharp flavor as well. In aiming to clean up the pit, the lapping muscle was dirty dirtier from all the grime. Days worth of sweat, both old and new, rewarded Camil's actions with a taste and smell that persisted despite the cleaning.

The moblin grunted and pulled Camil's head free from his pit. It was left glistening in the low light, made even wetter than before by the mix of perspiration and wolf spit. Looking rather satisfied, the golden creature put his arm down. But a sly look came before the other arm was lifted. Without a word being said, Camil knew exactly what was wanted from him. All the same, his face was being pushed into the other pit.

All over again, the canine was exposed to the unchecked reek of the dirty space. And just like had before, Camil got busy sniffing and licking. On his own, the wolf shoved his face in as deep as he could, grinding his muzzle along to let the dank sweat soak into the facial fur. After marking himself thoroughly in it, he put more effort into taking it all in via his senses of taste and smell. Even harder than before, his tongue was touching and dragging anyway and every way that it could. He got lost in the intense flavor and smell of the pit that had yet to have some of its filth cleaned away.

The moblin kept Camil in place but wasn't exerting as much force as before. He could tell that his new friend was firmly hooked on the taste and smell of his body. Moblins were smarter than what other species would know, and being the gold variant blessed with one with more intelligence and power than the other kinds. This location was a haven or sorts, being fairly deep in the forest. There was much to forage nearby and game to hunt as well. But one of the most notable things was the nearby stream. It gave access to fresh water but also provided a place for the moblins to theoretically bathe. But the ones in this area refused to do so, wearing their natural grime with pride. Naturally this golden moblin had the strongest scent among the bunch in the area, taking the role of the leader from that on top of his added strength over the rest.

Camil wasn't the only one given satisfaction. Just sitting back and letting the other male worship his hot and smelly body. From the tickling sniffs to the warm licks, the moblin let the comfort wash over him. There was always some resistance, the other moblins and bokoblins would fight a bit to get away from him, denying the stink of his body until they would get a good whiff and quickly submit to him. From all the actions being done onto him, the level of musk from his pit was easing a bit but was still far from being completely cleaned away, not with him still sweating while being licked.

When being pulled away again, Camil was breathing heavily, his face all but drenched with that same mix of moblin sweat and his own spit. His tongue was tingling from all the tangy sweat he lapped up and his nose was still twitching with a desire to take in more of the strong sweat. He looked up at the moblin who looked rather satisfied with himself. Though the wolf wasn't completely sure, it seemed the monster had something more in store for him.

Camil was right. Seeing how eager and desperate this wolf-man was, the moblin was ready to take things to another level. His chest and armpits weren't the only sweaty places that could use some tonguing. With one hand to hold onto Camil, he reached lower to grope his sweat soaked loincloth. It was first lifted but then pulled off with ease, exposing his huge uncut cock. Even while in a semi-hard state, it looked to be more than a foot long.

The canine looked down at it with wide eyes, seeing the flesh pulsing a bit. Even though it was freed from its covering cloth, Camil could almost see the physical musk that clung to it, a light steam that rose from the damp cock. The moment he really took the sight in, there was a strong desire to worship the same way he did the pits. Luckily for him, the moblin was moving him downwards. Having a hold on his head, the monster pushed Camil in that extra musky space, right in between his cock and balls.

The moment his nose made contact with the skin, Camil was back to shivering and moaning out from the sheer wave of cockstink that met him. Just like the pits, there was an additional unique hint to this part of the moblin's body. His sense of smell was nearly overwhelmed with all the factors of an unwashed cock. On top of the general funk were the additional factors of old fluids that were left to coat and grow stale on the length, especially when bringing his nose closer to the tip, an especially strong smell coming from the foreskin's folds.

"Mmph..!" Camil groaned, having his head pushed back down. It stayed there this time, keeping his muzzle planted against the heavy and sweaty ballsack. Now realizing what was wanted from him, Camil finally settled down and gave his attention to the desired area. With his hands free this time, he reached out and touched the pair of balls. The pouch was smooth, hot, and churning against his fingers and palms.

When starting to rub them, he heard the soft groan from the bigger male, a sound of enjoyment that came from his actions. Knowing that the simple traces and teases of his hands were bringing pleasure, Camil felt emboldened enough to begin licking while keeping it up. Those two acts at the same time brought plenty of stimulation and simple pleasure to the bigger male. The taste that met him was just as addictive as before, a much more biting tang of saltiness that came from both fresh and old sweat that glazed the large pair of balls. Feeling it drip against his nose and lips, Camil worked to collect it all, getting his own tongue slathered in the sweat and filth all over again.

The moblin groaned, tilting his head back while just letting the pleasure from Camil's mouth and hands radiate through him. He could feel the wetness of his balls becoming even more from the wolf's saliva and the hands came to rub that slightly sticky warmth over both orbs, sending even more comfort and excitement through him. It was more than enough to get his cock twitching and rising to his full hardness, throbbing idly and even starting to leak precum. They were so heavy with fluids and the steady kneading was getting them to churn even harder, sending the excess through the shaft where it was slowly oozing out from the bulbous tip.

The hand eased up and Camil was allowed to explore further. Still being kept low, his tongue dragged along the sack's curvature, reaching all the way up. But he continued from there, finally running along the base of the large shaft waiting for him. He could feel that it was fully erect, the strong throbs that came every other second, and his flicking ears picked up the timed pulsing as well, sounding strong and virile.

"Haaa..." Camil sighed loudly, exhaling after taking a deep breath of the cock's musk. The hints of old sweat, cum, and bodily grime that hadn't been cleaned away. All of that was available for the wolf to take in and get familiar with. He traced his nose and lips along the underside, going all the way from the base to the tip. When reaching it, he was first met with a thick drop of precum over the bridge of his muzzle. When licked up, he took note of how warm and gooey it was on his tongue's surface, having more to it than his own husband's. Gulping it down, Camil began teasing at the tip directly, letting his tongue dance along the thick cockhead, using its length to his advantage.

Just as Camil could be heard continually sniffing and moaning in response to the pre that he was fed, the moblin was making more noise as well, having the very tip of his cock being directly touched and rubbed with the warm and long surface of the wolf's tongue. He grunted when feeling the tip first running along the folds before actually pushing its way inside. The pleasure that met him and the wolf's eagerness left the monster stunned for a moment or two. The moment it eased in, the tongue was eagerly collecting the even stronger taste. It was powerful, assaulting and the smell that wafted from the lifted foreskin would have made anyone else retch but it just spurred Camil to keep it up, reaching in as deep as his tongue could reach, moving his head so that he could drag it against the soft, and extra musky interior.

Those strong flavors didn't deter him either, getting more intense the more his tongue collected. Instead he kept it up and sought to at least clean up a bit of the mess that had been trapped from dripping into the folds. He couldn't stop himself from sniffing or drooling a bit in response, being completely taken with the beast's filth and how much it was available.

When he needed to take a breath, Camil finally pulled back and reeled his tongue in, just taking a moment to just take in the flavors that sat on his taste buds, being more than what he ever expected. All the same, the strong bite didn't stop him. It wasn't easy to get his body to swallow the mix of old fluids down, but it ran warm and smooth down his tongue just like the fresh precum, sending a shiver down his spine.

When collecting himself, the wolf approached with an open muzzle, pressing his lips to the still dripping tip. From he was back to lapping at it, coaxing more of the flavorful precum out and into his mouth, practically drinking from it like a faucet. And the moblin reacted to the continued swipe of the warm thing, running right over the slit that swelled a bit before spilling out more.

Sighing deeply, the moblin shifted a bit, spreading his strong legs wider while moving his hand down again. His hand was down on the wolf's head again, pushing the smaller male along. Camil was taken by surprise but went along with it, his head being pressed to take in more than just the tip. Luckily it was done slowly and Camil relaxed himself while feeling his mouth spreading around the thick and hot flesh. It was the most he had ever stuffed into his mouth but the canine had managed so far, having the tip gliding over the tongue, going further along towards the throat beyond that.

Camil had experience in taking his mate's cock all the way but this was something else entirely, something much larger and thicker. The tip was shooting precum against the start of his throat and the wolf didn't swallow it, letting the hot and slick fluid collect there. When the fat tip finally reached his throat, the mess of precum provided a warm and slick lube to ease the way. There was a bit of resistance on Camil's end. He tried hard to loosen his throat, but his body just wasn't prepared to take both the girth and immense length. But the addition of the pre and a firmer push from the moblin's hand got the tip to pop its way inside.

All of a sudden, Camil felt his throat being spread and he wasn't given much time to adjust to this either. Try as he might, the wolf spent a bit of time gagging on the invading flesh, feeling the continued widening of his windpipe. There was some discomfort but the mess of precum that was slathered against the length, along with the tip still having more to give, aided in the inches being fed into the snug passage. Through it all, Camil was breathing through his nose and soon felt the pangs in his throat ease. When it did he instead recognized the satisfaction that came from taking something so big, feeling the uncut snake taking up more and more space, keeping his muzzle pried open.

From the other end, the moblin was making deep sounds of enjoyment. The moment his tip slid over Camil's tongue, he wanted more from the smaller male. Holding him in place, pushing slowly with his hand and hips, the horned creature eased in the inches. He wanted to feel the gradual engulfing of his length, the heat and wetness spreading further along past his tip, being all the more prominent from his own hot precum. It was rather creative to use it as lubrication for his throat and the moblin certainly had no qualms about it.

It growled when the last inch was finally pushed in, touching Camil's lips to his base. He could feel the warm breath puffing against his body but what really called his attention were the mouth and throat that were wrapped around his sensitive appendage. Both were still giving more while the cock remained still. The wolf's tongue was dragging along the bottom and sides and at the same time, the throat was getting even tighter from the muscles squeezed down on the shaft and tip. Shuddering and making another low sound, the moblin started to pull back with both his hips and hand, tugging Camil's head back.

Still keeping his lips wrapped around, the sound of wet sucking filled the cavern. It ended with another pop from the thicker tip coming out, leaving the wolf's mouth open, his tongue lolling as he panted deeply. The canine looked up with a needy expression on his face, wordlessly begging for more. Grinning and scoring his thick tongue across his lips, the moblin moved in to push his cock back inside, letting out a deep moan from the feeling: that hot and wet mouth surrounding his cock yet again.

Camil was able to take it easier than before, moaning around the fat length. Moving his tongue while it slid in, he did his best to collect the dirtiness that clung to the shaft despite it all. Though drenched with sweat and his own spit, the musky taste remained strong and he sought out as much as could. Feeling this, the moblin paused while half of his length was inside of the wolf's maw, letting his new pet give his cocktip plenty of direct licks and suckles that roused him and earned the canine another splash of hot pre.

Being satisfied with that, the moblin made 2 quick motions. The first was the sudden surge ahead made by his hips and the second was the rough push of his large and strong hand. Those actions in tandem were more than enough to jam every inch inside, almost all at once. Another sudden gag came from Camil but it was easier to adjust than before, him being back to licking and softly swallowing around the rest that sat in his throat, spilling precum directly in his stomach. Having the crotch pushed against his face, the hot crotchmusk had him melting all over again, getting his mouth to water even more around the strong smelling and tasting erection.

Just smelling the rank body was enough to make him subservient but getting a full taste just added to the desire and passion he felt for the moblin. He would have started bobbing his head back and forth if not for the strong hand keeping it in place. All the same, Camil gave all that he could, reveling in the unwashed tastes and smells that were consuming and making his head spin in the best of ways. Snapping the canine out of his trance was that same hand that kept him in place.

It continued to hold onto his head but with an added firmness. Camil didn't need to wonder what was coming next. With a snort and grunt, the moblin began moving his hips, using that power in his strong legs to tug his lengthy and heavy shaft from the villager's throat, groaning deeply while he did so. All of it eased out, save for the tip. For a moment everything was still, the tip sitting and pulsing over the tongue before a thrust came that pushed all of it across the textured surface and into the tight passage further ahead, burying every inch firmly inside.

The pullback was quicker, those leg muscles flexing from another sharp tug backwards. And just as quickly, the cock was pushed back down. And this time there were no gags at all from Camil, him enduring and letting the moblin start to roughly buck back and forth, swabbing his throat with the hot and throbbing pole of maleness. The pace quickly picked up and the golden monster let out a long rumbling moan while rolling his lower half, keeping his cock moving and grinding along the plush and precum-slicked borders. That made it rather easy to keep his length moving along, being further caressed by the walls that squeezed down.

The cavern was then filled with the monster's sounds of pleasure. Being heard with it were the wet sounds of sucking, smacking, and gulping. That sense of satisfaction had become even more intense, from the warm flesh log that slid along within his esophagus, coating it in even more thick precum. It just kept spilling out from those swinging balls, each pulse could be felt first against his lips, bringing another thick rope of precum to slather his muzzle's interior. It was so tasty, heating up his stomach and the rest of his body as well. He did his best to keep up with it all but the sheer stretching open of his muzzle allowed the fluids to ooze out and drip down his chin, making an added mess of himself on top of the stink of sweat that clung to his pelt.

A wide smile spread across the moblin's face, a pleasured look forming as he just embraced the pleasure. This was exactly what he desired, that extra tightness that other monsters just couldn't provide. And having his captive being so willing was an added bonus. There was no need to hold the wolf down or tie him up. The most done was holding his head firmly in place. More pleasure was felt and he humped Camil's throat faster, biting his lower lip from what he felt.

His cock fit perfectly inside and having it hugged in such a way kept him thrusting away, taking all the pleasure he could from the other male, tilting his head back while picking up the pace and power of his throat rutting. Camil was rocked by the sudden pick up but that hand on the back of his head kept him from being knocked away. His muffled sounds grew louder as well, having his throat filled over and over again, the now slimy monster continued to grind its essence into his taste buds. More of a mess was made with the precum spilling out and dripping down his chin. The moblin's balls were making up for lost time, pumping the excess fluid out to make way for the true load waiting for the submissive canine.

Doing more than just licking and swallowing against the length, Camil reached his hands out, making contact with the swaying sack. The moblin grunted and another wave of precum splashed into his mouth, some of it being swallowed while some rushed out. So much of the fluid spilled out onto his fur and clothes. It carried a strong scent with it as well, having marked him in the moblin's distinct odor. As best he could, contact with the moving pouch was maintained, consisting of steady rubs and even more squeezes. As the humps to his mouth were rather rough, he made sure to make the motions of his hands rough as well, rubbing the hefty balls that same speed and bit of roughness and squeezing in a way that would add an extra edge but not bring any pain.

An immediate reaction came from the moblin. He felt the rough kneading and teasing his balls, those soft hands stayed reaching out and making contact with his sensitive sack. Camil made the right choice in working his hands with an element of roughness, being enough to get the gold colored male to let out a deep bellow. A few quick humps came before the final thrust came. It wasn't more than a second before the shaft swelled and a rush of cum came gushing from the tip. Being hotter, thicker, and having a stronger taste than the precum. It came out with more force as well.

With wide eyes, Camil felt his throat swelling and began to drink down the onslaught of seed. It ran down into his stomach, making it warmer and heavier with the dense musky cum but he continued drinking. It was too much for him either way, a good portion of it spilling out and dripping all over his body. The smell of it joined the general aroma that was still wafting from the unwashed monster. Looking up, he could see the persisting look of bliss on the much bigger male's face, eyes drawn up and his tongue out while still pumping rope after rope of his balls' contents.

The orgasm lasted for what could have been a full minute. The moblin's blissful grunts, Camil's gulping, and the wet sound of cum hitting the cavern's floor were the other sounds to be heard until the flow of potent seed finally began to slow, the wolf was able to keep up with the remainder, feeling it all running smoothly down his throat. It was left with a heated and messy feeling, clinging no matter how many times he gulped and attempted to clear his throat.

Another one of those loud and messy pop of his lips came from the messy shaft being pulled out. That left his mouth and throat being glazed in cum that refused to be swallowed down, staying in place for the most part. That kept the taste and smell of the seed strong and the wolf's desire just as strong. And seeing that the moblin's cock was still hard, it kept Camil's own excitement flared up.

He didn't have to wait long, being pulled in again. The moblin's large hands were on him, holding snugly while lifting him up. This continued until the villager and monster were eye-level. And wasting no time, the two of them were brought together. It caught Camil completely by surprise, suddenly having his mouth firmly pressed against the horned beast's.

Wedging its way inside was the much larger tongue. It forced his mouth open just like the cock had a minute before. The thick, hot, and slimy thing wormed its way inside, keeping the canine's muzzle spread around it. The combination of surprise and the sheer weight of the muscle kept Camil's own tongue pressed down. That wasn't much of an issue, finding an enjoyment in feeling it easing further inside, rolling right over his tongue.

While inside of his pet's mouth, the moblin began exploring the oral cavity, swiping along the tongue and swabbing the cheeks to collect his own cum. The taste made him growl in delight, seeking out more that made Camil's cheeks bulge from the tongue's tip pressing and jabbing all over any way and anywhere it could. As the cum was cleaned away, the mess of thick moblin spit took up the spot instead.

Just as the cock had, Camil felt the flesh now pushing its way down his throat, taking advantage of its stretched state and the messiness that coated the surfaces. Without a gag or any struggling from the wolf, it began to slide right in. Just about as thick as the cock that penetrated the same area, that tongue fit snugly in the space. Once all of it was shoved in, the tongue began to move.

It was a strange yet arousing sensation; that cum that refused to go down was being lapped up by the tongue, replacing it with the thick and hot drool instead. Being driven by his own excitement, Camil began to suck on the big slimy thing, closing his eyes and embracing how wrong-yet-right it felt. The movements were more dramatic, twisting and plunging in even deeper with more speed and power. At this point the cum was mostly cleaned away but the large red thing kept moving along within the tight space, feeling the sucks and squeezes that came from Camil's own will. He willingly embraced the messy sensation; the heat that sunk deep inside of him, warming his body further from the inside out. He quickly grew fond of the feeling, feeling his cock throb in his completely messy pants, slathered with his precum from the inside and the mess of moblin cum that had spilled out from his maw.

He was held still while the moblin had his fun, working his tongue with more purpose than before. Rather than just blindly feeling around within the tight confine, the strong muscle was blatantly pumping back and forth with the same force his cock had before, stuffing the wolf man's muzzle over and over again. While fucking the throat all over again with his tongue alone, he heard more of Camil's moans, felt the suckles and squeezes from the mouth and throat. It was equally arousing for him to know that such an obedient pet was now his to own, someone so willing to return his actions with affections, performing acts of their own to enhance the experience for the both of them.

Camil was doing his best, driven by the pure excitement and lust he felt towards the beast. His mouth and esophagus were slathered in spit that wasn't his own. He could feel it spilling down his chin. There was also the hot breath that puffed against his muzzle and the persisting musk that stayed attached to the creature, keeping Camil's nose twitching and seeking more on top of the unorthodox kissing. This lasted for a full minute, with the tongue's motions getting more intense the longer it drew out. It took up more space within the villager's throat, making it bulge out a bit underneath the skin and fur.

With it pumping along at a faster pace and reaching in deeper than before, it wasn't so easy to take a breath. But Camil didn't pull away, still meeting every movement of the slimy thing with another hard suck. In time he could feel himself getting dizzy from both the musk and less air that he was able to take in. It got to a point that his chest was throbbing with a need for more than just a quick shallow breath. Camil was finally about to pull back but the moblin did it for him: making a low noise while pulling back and letting his fat tongue ease out, running right over Camil's again before going back into the mouth it belonged to.

Camil was able to breathe, drawing in on the musk-tainted air, feeling soothed almost instantly from it. His break was short lived, the eager creature's hands were still on him, lowering him down to the cave's floor again but not removing themselves completely. When easing down the form of Camil's body, both hands paused at his pants. Though soaked and musky, they were still in the way. With a hard tug they were both ripped and pulled down, exposing the canine's erection. In simply tossing the clothing aside, the smaller male was left nude and having a good idea of what lay ahead for him, seeing the shaft swelling and another fat drip of precum ooze from the tip.

With a hungry look in his eyes, the moblin was quick to get the smaller male in position. Wrapping his arms around the wolf's hips and lifting upwards, Camil was suspected and held upside down, his face being right next to the still sloppy shaft. While being held like that, his tailhole was available for the moblin. Needing no further use from his hands, the creature was back to maneuvering his tongue. It eased out past the thick lips and in time the slimy tip made contact with the awaiting pucker.

It had only been the night before that Camil was fucked by his husband. This kept the hole from being overly tight but that didn't mean he was prepared for the muscle pushing its way in. The tongue itself was much bigger than Sigurd's cock and the feeling of it being spread further forced a groan out of Camil. Though the stretching was done rather quickly, the hot spit that slathered his throat helped immensely, taking away most of the pain and instead letting the slim wolf feel the full sensations of his ass being filled more and more by the tongue still sliding inside of him smoothly. His moans could be heard more clearly than ever, especially when pressure was put down his prostate. Once most of the way in, the large tongue simply began to slither along the lining, leaving behind a coating of his saliva. These actions brought pleasure and warmth to Camil, his moans being just as strong when feeling the thick thing scoring along the sensitive walls, sending strong waves of pleasure through his body.

The moblin found his own enjoyment in deeply rimming his pet, feeling the squirming against his grip and hearing the pleasured noises that came from every turn and flick that was made inside of the now slick passage. This was done to prepare the smaller male but had become rather taken with the simple taste of the villager's tailhole, the more that his tongue moved, the stronger the walls' squeezes became. He continued plunging his tongue within and right through the firm clenches. While Camil was moaning, the yet soft fur of his face was rubbing against the moblin's shaft, riling him up to move his tongue even harder and faster.

"Aaaahhh!!" Camil cried out. If being licked so deeply and having those sensitive spots touched repeatedly, being held upside down like that perfectly lined his face with the creature's cock. And his own squirming rubbed his muzzle against the sloppy pole of flesh, the strong mixed smells of cockstink and musky smelling precum were more than enough to keep his nose's attention, being an intense odor that made his own cock pulse harder than it already was. Another push of the tongue fed all of it in, keeping his tailhole spread wider than ever before and a series of rapid licks in just about every direction was more than what he could take. Raising his voice and shaking in the moblin's grip, Camil began to cum without any direct stimulation to his cock. It jerked and began shooting strings of his pearly release. With his climax came more of those strong clenches down on the moblin's tongue and him licking right through them kept Camil's orgasm strong, him moaning out in ecstasy until the last of it splattered down on the cavern floor.

Just when the smaller was done, the creature of Ganon was satisfied. His tongue was snatched out, leaving the pucker both spread and winking, slathered in his spit and clearly wanting for more. Licking his lips, he began to slowly turn Camil around. He cradled the furry male while leaning back, standing against the natural stone wall. That same look of want and sexual hunger could be seen when their eyes met. They continued gazing into each other's eyes, even while Camil was being lowered. It wasn't until the soft wolfhole made contact with the thick tip, a push downwards was made. The motion was rather abrupt and rough. The wolf cried out from it, but there was no pain. Just the tip alone fitting in past his spread tailhole...

They were both feeling that sense of need. Given the difference in size between them, it would have been smarter to ease the large meat in carefully but their want for each other prompted the moblin to make another sudden push that shoved many inches inside all at once. They raised their voices together, one being a slightly pitched moan and the other being a deep beastly growl of satisfaction. One felt a hole tighter than any other they penetrated before. The other felt the inverse: the pleasure of having his ass filled in a way that it had never been before. For a moment Camil thought it wasn't possible but he was being stretched and filled by the moblin's penetrating shaft, being put through more than what his body should be able to take. And it felt so good...

"Mmph..!" Camil reacted, having all of it jammed inside of him. His walls were already slathered with hot spit but he could feel precum being deposited into his guts, making the hole even wetter and hotter. And with all of it reaching into his depths, What came next was the first pull back of the moblin's hips, bringing with it a loud and wet sucking sound. Camil was back to moaning out as the length slid along his anal cavity, tugging outwards towards his stretched wide rim. All but the fat tip was pulled out and in just a moment it was all jammed back inside. A grunt came from the bigger male, his cradling hands kept the wolf in place. That bulge could be seen in the canine's stomach again and he felt the walls coming down on him, being nearly tight enough to constrict his pulsing and leaking snake. His large balls were pressed close to the furry rump, grinding them against the cheeks while pushing himself as deep as he could.

"F-fuck..!" Camil exclaimed, another pull back came and just the feeling of it all sliding against his tender walls; it was almost too much for him to take. His cock was still hard despite blowing a pretty big load and it was back to twitching hard, bobbing from the next quick thrust. All at once were those sweet spots hit, some being more tender than others. Either way, it flooded his body with so many good feelings and he could hardly control his voice let-alone his own body's actions. Leaking against the moblin's golden abs, he simply held on and pressed his face against the sweaty chest just like before, doing his best to sniff from it whenever he could.

Having a good feel for the ass wrapped around his dick, the moblin's thrusts came more frequently. He rolled his hips, repeatedly smacking his sweaty balls against the wolf's behind. The steady muffled smack could be heard along with their voices. The force of each thrust was even stronger than before, reaching even deeper as well. Keeping himself close, Camil's body was being rubbed against the moblin's, becoming just a bit wetter from the sweat that was getting soaked up, making his body smell of the creature's even more. Being surrounded with the growing musk from more sweat being produced, Camil felt like he was in total heaven; drinking in the dank body odor by the lungful and at the same time he was being fucked hard and with more passion than ever before.

The moblin didn't let up, roughly humping into the hot and sloppy hole, keeping his cock rubbing and releasing precum against them. Camil's body responded perfectly to his length, being even tighter when reaching all the way in and hitting certain spots like the prostate. When those stronger clenches came, he eagerly pushed his cock right through them, receiving an intenser wave of pleasure that overtook his senses. Rocking his body roughly, he felt how messy his length was getting, the mess of spit and pre being churned and frothed by his pace, dripping down his churning balls. The more precum that spilled from his tip, the messier the sex became.

Camil could hardly form words. The pleasure was too great and the relentless thrusts kept it strong and surging through his body. Tingles were racing all over, being renewed from every touch and rub given to his most sensitive spots. While experiencing that, he also had the musk to drink in. Thanks to the horned creature sweating from his efforts, the smell was stronger than ever and there was more for him to lick up. He wasn't able to speak but had just enough coherence to fit the nearest armpit, pressing his face to it before getting busy with his nose and tongue, nuzzling and working to clean up the area as much as he could. There was no shame felt in getting himself musk-drunk on the monster's unclean body, savoring the rich head-swimming funk that refused to ease up no matter how much he licked.

Feeling the contact and lavish treatment given to his underarm, the moblin began to pound harder, bouncing the wolf's body with just the strength from his lower half. More precum spilled out, being too much for the flesh-lined hole to contain but neither of them minded the mess, fully embracing the messiness. From the fluid spilling onto the floor and the smell of the monster's body, the cave itself was growing denser with the shroud of monstrous body odor, being smelled on all sides and being just as intense.

Letting out an even deeper and sharper growl not heard before, the moblin began to act. He pulled his cock out. Camil groaned from his suddenly feeling empty and wider than ever, the excess pre splashing out in a hot and sticky puddle. Rather quickly he was put down on his hands and knees. The wolf's response was timely as well, falling into his usual role of taking his husband's length. Sticking out his rump and spreading his legs, Camil looked back with an almost pleading look. That did the trick, the moblin getting on his knees and gripping the back of the wolf's tail. A yelp came as the large cock was smoothly shoved back inside, being down with a forward push of the beast's hips and the inward tug of Camil's tail.

The bit of pain from having his tail pulled was quickly forgotten, fallen away from the hard and fast humping that came from the bigger and stronger male. In this position, the moblin had a lot more leverage, pounding away with all the might that he could muster. Deep groans and other loud sounds of pleasure came from the both of them. Camil had been close before but again he was crying out and spilling his load hands-free onto the stone flooring, treating the bigger male to more of those extra tight constrictions of his anus.

Moving both hands to the wolf's hips, the moblin put everything he had into thrusting away, tilting his head back and lolling his tongue, completely basking in the pleasure that came from rutting in much a way. He was holding nothing back and was so glad to have someone who could handle all that he had to give. Just a bit more was needed and he used the continued squeezes of Camil's ass to get himself to his second and even stronger climax than before. His voice filled the cavern and his balls drew up before spilling the rest of his load into the wolf, pumping his fat and thick wads of cum into the canine's guts. Camil groaned, feeling the rush of heat that built up more and more. He could also feel the seed pooling in the deepest part of his stomach, bringing an unknown sense of bliss

The moblin kept himself fully inserted, riding out the immense bliss that came from cumming so hard, completely giving all that his balls had left to give. He felt his own cum flowing around his shaft, coating it in the strong smelling substance. It spilled out from the soft hole and coated his balls, soaking them in the warmth and stickiness. When he finally came down from the strong climax, he pulled out and watched the excess of his load spill out, making even more of a mess. Leaving it to dry would make the cavern's smell stronger, marking the location for anyone else nearby. When the last of the cum came out he inserted his shaft about half way inside, grunting before sighing deeply. To solidify his ownership over the wolf, he began to relieve himself inside of the soft hole, letting his urine fill and spill out of the hole. Camil felt this and soon figured out what was happening, blushing and moaning from the dirty act being done to him. When it was over, the length pulled out for a final time, the liquid splashing out to mark the canine's backside.

With a swollen belly and messy body, Camil was left panting. The moblin turned him around before sitting back down with his legs spread like before. He pushed the wolf's head against his messy flaccid cock. At once, it was being licked and gently sucked on, working to clean away the mess. There was a lot and that meant he would be there for some time. But that suited the both of them just fine.

***

It had been two days since Sigurd heard from his partner and he was worried sick about it. It got to the point that he went out to find the other wolf. When venturing out beyond the village, he scolded himself for letting Camil go out in the first place. That encouraged him to go out, deeper into the forest. He was equipped with little more than an old sword, it worked to chop away the dense foliage but wouldn't fare well against any monsters. Sigurd was aware of this and just hoped that he could find his partner without any trouble. He knew Camil well enough to guess where he had gone, leaving the beaten path behind and exploring more of the forest. From there he had gotten a bit lost, wandering around aimlessly. Keeping his wits about him, the bigger wolf avoided any nearby monsters. They were just bokoblins but he didn't take the chance.

It was night when he came upon the cavern. He had no idea what lay inside, being prepared to rest for the night and resume the search in the morning. But when getting close two things became apparent. The first was the rank smell, the moment it reached the wolf's talented nose, he gagged and was about to turn tail. But his flicking ears picked up on someone's voice, being very familiar.

"Camil!" he called, rushing right inside without a second thought.

But Sigurd was soon skidding to a stop, looking on with wide eyes. Camil was on his hands and knees, his voice being muffled from the large cock being pistoned in his mouth. And on the other end was another cock pumping away in his ass. The smaller wolf was in between a groaning red and blue moblin, neither of them paid the other wolf any mind, being too preoccupied with the eager former villager. Being left speechless, Sigurd couldn't help but just stare at the sight before him, having a hard time believing that his partner was being used by monsters, and looking rather pleased with himself as well.

Sigurd finally found his nerve to act, gripping the sword. It wasn't much but he had to do something to free his partner. Just as he was about to approach, there was a strong grip on his arm. It squeezed hard enough to bring pain. Sigurd groaned and dropped the sword. The noise got the attention of the others. Camil was surprised to see his former partner but did not stop and neither did the moblins. There was no need to worry. The golden moblin had Sigurd in his clutch, easily holding the bigger wolf in place. A laughing sort of noise came as he just made sure the villager would be going nowhere. Being smart enough to put some pieces together, he figured out that this was Camil's first partner.

While the other moblins continued pumping their cocks into both of the soft and warm holes, the leading one made sure that Sigurd would be watching his former partner enjoying himself, hearing the muffled moans of the wolf in between. He took both cocks without issue and the longer that Sigurd looked on, the more apparent it became that his partner became a complete slut for the bigger monsters. He watched as the pace picked up, the red and blue creatures moaning out and eventually filling both holes with huge loads of their cum that Camil accepted, shooting his own ropes against the cavern floor.

Once the show was over, the golden moblin dragged Sigurd out, tossing him onto the forest's floor. He growled and made it clear that Camil belonged to him now. Being in a good mood from the smaller wolf's presence, the monster let Sigurd go but wouldn't be so merciful if he were to return...