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It had started with a raid that morning--ravagers emerged from the trees like spirits from some unseen realm and descended on the village, wreaking havoc and carrying off as much as they could; gold, jewels, food, armor, weapons, people...

Briano, dressed only in a thin tunic and breeches, had fought alongside his son and grandson, swinging madly with a hammer in one hand and a shortsword in his other, doing his best to defend his home and his loved ones. For being in his 60s, the gray wolf with a large belly managed well and kept up with the men he dueled, dispatching his fair share of thieves and ruffians. Even so, the older, burly man could tell that they were outmatched; there were too many raiders, and they were seasoned warriors, while Briano didn't move like he used to, and his fellow villagers were just a bunch of farmers, fishermen, and hunters trying to protect their small settlement by the bay--none of them had been in more than a fistfight, and eight of the wolf's neighbors and friends had already been slain.

But then a new combatant entered the fray and turned the tide. Nobody knew where the lone bull--tall and impossibly muscled, with fur as black as night and scars that criss-crossed his broad arms, and wearing only a loincloth, a gladiator harness, and a shoulder pauldron--came from, but he fought with a ferocity Briano had never seen before. He easily cleaved raiders in two with his massive battle ax, moved faster than the ravagers could run, and he delivered blows powerful enough to crater a man's chest--the bull was a beast on the battlefield, deadly and unforgiving.

What started as a one-sided attack became an even fight, and by the time the raiders called for a retreat, they had lost two thirds of their forces and the villagers had recovered most of their possessions, though they still suffered casualties--Magrotho's hut had been burned to the ground, Declan's forge had been destroyed, half of the food stores had been looted, and more than a dozen of Briano's neighbors and friends had been killed, while three had been abducted by the aggressors.

But everyone agreed that, overall, the damage to the settlement could have been much worse, and they had their new ally to thank for that.

Briano, along with the rest of his family, joined the other villagers by the edge of the settlement to offer up their gratitude to the unknown bull and hear his story.

The sweaty bull huffed tiredly as he wrapped a bandage over a cut he'd received on his arm, but it was the only wound he'd received. He introduced himself as Lorcos, a wayfaring warrior for hire who had been en route to Storilian but had taken up residence in a nearby cave for a few nights to rest his feet; he'd planned to trade with the village that morning to replenish his supplies before going on his way.

"When I realized what was happening, I thought it might be wise to step in," Lorcos finished after tying off the bandage around his arm. He rose to his feet once more and hefted his ax over his shoulder as he added, "I can't trade with you if there are none of you left, after all."

"We're truly in your debt," Andrin, the rabbit whom the villagers had chosen as their leader, said gratefully. As Lorcos began to turn to walk away, Andrin continued, "Anything you need, name it and we're happy to provide what we can. Especially if you're willing to stay in the area for a while...for added protection, just until we get back on our feet?"

The bull paused in his tracks and scratched his chin thoughtfully with his free hand. "Hmm...anything I need, you say?" He glanced at the villagers--Briano briefly made eye contact with Lorcos, and he saw a deviously manipulative gleam in the bull's eye. "Well, I suppose I could provide protection," Lorcos said contemplatively. "I'm in no rush to get to Storillian. But you'll need to make it worth my while," he added, his tone direct.

"What do you have in mind?" Andrin asked.

The bull wiped the sweat from his brow. "Well, to start, I'll need food...and one of you. A male...to satisfy my needs, to keep, and take with me," he clarified.

A chain of shocked whispers ran through the assembled villagers, and Briano's heart skipped a beat--they'd lost how many good people, and now the (admittedly handsome and somewhat seductive) warrior who had saved them from destruction was asking for a man for himself?

Lorcos chuckled, clearly enjoying the stir and consternation he had caused with his demand. "It doesn't matter who. I'll be back tonight when you've made your decision."

With that, he turned and strode down the path into the forest, his tail swishing from side to side over his bare rump.

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The villagers had debated for the rest of that day--who among them would go with the bull? Some tried to nominate others, some gave their reasons why they couldn't go, and most flat-out refused. In the end, Briano wanted peace; the raid that morning had shaken the village, shattered the idyllic illusion that they were safe from the outside world. If giving himself over to Lorcos would help the settlement rebuild and prosper and ensure his family's safety under the bull's protection, then there was only one thing for him to do: he stood up and volunteered.

After dusk fell and the first stars became visible in the darkened sky, Briano had walked to the entrance of the village, bearing a hefty sack of food that the villagers were willing to spare, and waited, with his friends, neighbors, and family behind him. Lit torches cast a flickering circle of light that ended at the forest's edge, the wind breezed through the trees, and Briano waited, determined.

It didn't take long for Lorcos to emerge from the darkness. The broad, muscular bull carried a torch of his own as he plodded heavily down the path to the village gate; he came to a halt before Briano and inhaled deeply...then snorted.

"So, you're coming with me?" Lorcos asked, a thin grin upon his lips.

Briano took a steadying breath before he replied, "I am."

Lorcos nodded. "I can drag you, or you can follow."

The older wolf didn't hesitate. "I'll follow."

The bull nodded again and turned around to lead the way. As Briano stepped forward, he glanced backwards, getting one final glimpse of his son, his grandson, his friends, and the place that he had called home.

He would never see his child or grandchild again, and the sorrow stabbed like a sword to his heart...but he had to stay strong, to put on a brave face. He wouldn't go sobbing, he would hold his head high, proud that he could serve through his sacrifice...

Not giving himself the opportunity to break his composure, Briano steeled himself and forced himself to look ahead once more, before he followed Lorcos away from the comfort of his home and family, and into the dark woods.

They walked in silence, their soft footsteps washed out by the sounds of the wind rustling through the surrounding trees, the hooting of owls, and the chirping of crickets. Briano's heart ached with every step he took.

"Be strong," the wolf told himself, keeping his sorrow at bay. "Be strong...accept this...don't turn back...do this for the son you carried...do this for the son he carried...be strong..."

He repeated this mantra to himself mentally for a while, following in the silent bull's footsteps...but eventually, Briano found that he was getting distracted by something: a pungent odor wafted over his nose, but it was somehow...pleasant. It was an earthy, leathery aroma that carried the faintest hint of something sweet, and conveyed strength, dominance, a presence that he almost wanted to submit to...Briano realized with a start that he was downwind of the bull and smelling Lorcos's musk.

Heat rose in the wolf's face as he felt a stirring in his sheath--his heart pounded in his chest and his cock began to swell beneath his breeches. Briano's body was betraying him based purely on the pheromones he smelled, making him...want the bull, making him eager for the man who was taking him to his lair...

But he kept walking, doing his best to put his arousal out of his mind, even though the growing bulge in his pants made every step just a little more difficult.

The bull's cave was deep in the woods--by the time they arrived, Briano wasn't certain where they were in relation to the village, but Lorcos had guided him there with ease. When they arrived, Briano saw a small pack and a few old blankets had been left behind, along with the embers of a dying fire. Lorcos used his torch to rekindle the flames, and after directing the wolf to hand over the sack of provisions he had brought, the bull pulled out some of the rations and prepared a small meal for the two of them.

It wasn't until after they ate when Lorcos began to speak with Briano.

"You're fertile," the bull stated without any preamble.

Briano sat on the ground opposite his host, on the other side of the fire, with his back to the cave interior. The portly, older wolf sighed, then nodded.

Lorcos smirked triumphantly. "I thought I smelled a few fertile men earlier...was hoping to get one of them, too."

Briano smiled in spite of his current situation. "You've got a good sense of smell--that was me, my son, and my grandson."

The bull snorted, his nostrils flaring. "Need a good nose for my line of work; I've taken jobs as a tracker before." He chuckled, then rubbed his chin as he looked at Briano appraisingly. "So, I got the patriarch, huh? Must be pretty good for breeding if you've got a kid and grandkid...and I bet a big man like you can take it rough..."

"Heh...I suppose I'm pretty sturdy," Briano said offhandedly, trying not to sound too eager.

It was a good thing the wolf was sitting down; if he'd been standing, he would have gone weak at the knees--the bull's words and scent (which was now noticeably stronger in the confines of his cave) were riling Briano up, and his cock (which had softened while he'd eaten earlier) had begun to stiffen again, to the point that it would have made a visible bulge in the wolf's breeches. Fortunately, the folds of his clothing hid his growing arousal, at least for now. But his face still flushed with heat, and his tail wagged subtly, and he sat up a little straighter at attention--all signs that Lorcos noticed.

The bull snickered and went on, "And I think you like it rough...probably been a while since you had a real stud pop a couple boys in you, bet you must be aching for it..."

Lorcos's loincloth lay over his groin, the silhouette of a girthy, blunt member clearly visible under the thin fabric that hung from the bull's waist--in the flickering light of the fire, Briano noticed the obvious twitches under the cloth, and his heart raced as his host's cock began to rise.

Lorcos licked his lips. "How about it? You ready for me to put one or two calves in you?"

Briano's hole twitched and his cock throbbed as it stiffened further...but he didn't want to just immediately say yes. "Is that what you want?" the older wolf asked innocently.

"Heh, oh, I've been wanting sons of my own," Lorcos told him. "But I can see and smell that it's what you want, too--I could tell that from a mile away. Doesn't take a skilled man to see what's obvious. And you've got the look of someone who enjoys being bred...or am I wrong?"

Briano hesitated, knowing what would happen if he answered truthfully...but he couldn't deny it. "No," he murmured quietly, his voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire between him and Lorcos.

The bull grinned and cupped a hand to his ear. "Speak up--am I wrong?"

Briano took a breath, stifling his already-diminishing reluctance and reaffirming his commitment. "No, you're not wrong," he replied clearly.

"I didn't think so," the bull grunted as he stood up--the rotund pole of his cock was now fully erect, forming a massive tent under his loincloth.

Briano looked up at him expectantly, waiting...his mouth watered and his hole twitched again, and his tail began to wag more earnestly.

"Heh, yeah, someone's eager for it...and you'll enjoy it," Lorcos said as he began unbuckling the belt that held up his loincloth. "But if you still have any doubts, bearing my progeny is a small price to pay for your village's safety, don't you think?" The bull dropped the belt and his loincloth to the floor, revealing the fat, juicy hog of his blunt, dark-skinned cock. The slightly-curved shaft throbbed, a bead of pre had already welled up at the thick tip, and Briano smelled the rich, heavenly musk that emanated from Lorcos's groin and his plump, low-hanging balls. "You want this, so just...accept my gift...make your sacrifice for your village...and I'll put my sons in you."

By now, Briano's arousal strained against his breeches--the bull was the epitome of raw, virile masculinity, a vision of pure, brutal sex before him; how could the wolf refuse?

"Breed me," he pleaded.

The bull was upon him in a flash; Lorcos ripped off his clothes, he pushed the nude wolf onto his back and pinned him to the ground before he began grinding against his hard cock, thrusting over his balls, marking him with his scent in a display of dominance. The two of them writhed and convulsed on the stone floor of the cave, Briano beneath the bull, lit only by the dancing flames of the fire.

"You feel that big bull cock?" Lorcos huffed as he thrust forward, his hefty, warm member gliding over the wolf's sheath, knotted cock, and burly stomach. The bull's blunt, club-like length outstripped Briano's own by a few inches, serving as a clear indicator of who was in charge. "I'm going to put it in you, split your ass open, and make that big gut bulge," Lorcos grunted, continuing, "and I'm gonna use it to breed you hard, make that stomach even bigger with my sons."

"Yesss...yeeessss..." Briano moaned softly--Lorcos's pheromones obliterated any resistance the wolf had left, and he instinctively spread his legs and arched his back, offering himself up to the bull.

"That's it...didn't even need me to tell you to open for me, huh?" Lorcos said smugly. He lowered himself further on top of Briano, adjusting his hips to align with the wolf's pelvis.

Briano gasped when he felt the broad head of the bull's cock press against the relaxed rim of his hole. The heat, the beat of the bull's pulse, the powerful throbs of the manhood seeking entrance...he wanted all of it. His ass puckered in excitement before he forced himself to relax again. "Aahhh...fuck meeee," Briano begged.

"Heh, that's the idea," Lorcos smirked...before he pushed in.

"Guuuh!" Briano groaned--it was like being impaled by a fence post, unforgiving and wide, with no gradual taper. The bull's cock was a dense, heavy column of meat, and Lorcos fed inch after inch into him, filling the wolf and spreading his guts apart with ease.

"Ooooooh yeaaaah...what a--mmff--gooooood...breeding...bitch!" the bull snorted as he sank into Briano's ass, until his groin solidly connected with the wolf's rump. "Fuck, you're tight."

Briano panted, feeling so deliciously full, so wonderfully complete--it had been too long since he'd been fucked, since his innards had been invaded and pushed apart, and he'd only dreamed of taking such a girthy cock like this before. Lorcos started pulling out, and Briano clenched around the pole that was being drawn out of him.

"Oh shit...that's perfect, keep squeezing me like that," the bull huffed. He pulled out halfway...then rammed into Briano hard.

"Whuuff!" Briano grunted, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him by a mace to his gut.

Lorcos was already pulling out again, and the wolf clenched around the bull's cock once more.

"Hoooo yeah...you're gonna get my sons real soon if you keep that up."

The bull began to pick up the pace, drawing out and thrusting back in, the rhythm of his humping increasing. He slammed himself into Briano every time, relentlessly burying his cock as deeply as possible inside the wolf; his hips and balls began to slap against Briano's rump, faster and faster, and the wolf's wet hole sloppily, wetly slurped around Lorcos's member as the bull repeatedly plunged inside.

Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop...

Briano grunted and panted as Lorcos's cock squeezed his prostate and pounded the very core of his being; his body throbbed with need as the bull penetrated him, filled him, pushed him closer to the edge. He jolted with every thrust from the dominant bovine that ground him hard against the floor, and he held onto Lorcos's arms--those big, muscled, thick arms--for support. Briano's hole spasmed around the cock pumping in and out and in and out of him; he intermittently clenched, milking Lorcos and earning more appreciative snorts and huffs as the bull went on powerfully fucking him.

Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop...

"Fuck yes, take it...take that cock like the good breeding bitch you are," Lorcos muttered. "Gonna flood your insides soon...get you properly knocked up again...just you wait..."

Briano didn't know how much time passed--all he knew was that the fire was dying and that his cock and balls were beginning to ache as he desperately needed release. The bull's pheromones overwhelmed him; they were both drenched in sweat, and the perspiration that dripped down from Lorcos and onto Briano's face was intoxicating...but Lorcos kept going, grunting as he vigorously pounded the wolf's ass.

"Yeah...fuck yeah, give it to me...load me up," the wolf whined and begged as he raised his legs and locked them around Lorcos's backside.

They writhed in unison, bound together by Lorco's arms and Briano's legs. The flames grew ever lower as the bull fucked his prize, as the wolf accepted every inch that was roughly given to him...until...

"Ooooh fuck...oh fuck, you want my boys?" Lorcos eventually huffed as he shuddered, visibly at the brink.

"Breed me...put them in me, pleeeeease!" Briano was lost in a mindless haze, near his breaking point, too.

"Oh fuck...ffuuuuuck, here they cooOOOOOOOME!" Lorcos bellowed as he hilted his cock inside the wolf once more.

"AaaahhhwoooOOOOOO!" Briano howled--the girthy, spasming member spurting inside of him was enough to push him over the edge, and cum erupted from his cock, splattering the bull's stomach and gushing down onto his own gray-furred belly...which was beginning to visibly bloat and expand with every pulse of hot, fresh bull batter that Lorcos was pumping into him. His balls produced an abundance of seed that flowed into him, filling Briano's guts and rushing like a storm surge into his most intimate space...where a couple of eggs were waiting...

Lorcos's cock kept firing shot after shot of thick, ropey cum, adding to the copious volume he'd already injected into the burly wolf's guts. He groaned loudly as he rode through his orgasm and kept his cock lodged inside Briano's clenching ass, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations that wracked his body...

Eventually, though, he recovered enough strength to pull out with a wet plop--Briano lowered his legs to let Lorcos move, and he tried to clench, as he felt empty without the bull's cock inside him. But his hole was too weak, too bruised and battered to move. Lorcos, meanwhile, sat up, leaving Briano still laying flat on his back. Panting and catching his breath, Lorcos looked down between the wolf's legs, where a trickle of cum had begun to form. He reached down and swiped up a large glob with his fingers from the floor...before he licked his digits clean, tasting his seed.

"Mmm...good bull milk...yeah, you're pregnant for sure," he chuckled, glancing down at the wolf's somewhat swollen belly. "Still, don't want to waste any," Lorcos huffed, reaching down again, this time to shove two thick fingers into Briano's hole, plugging the wolf and preventing any more gooey, potent cum from leaking out.

Briano took a steadying breath, still dizzy from the high of his climax...and with the knowledge that a couple of young bulls would soon be taking shape within him, given life by their father's virile, procreative seed, while he, Briano, would nurture and sustain them...before eventually pushing them out into the world...

Lorcos patted the wolf's belly with his free hand, almost possessively, as if saying that Briano belonged to him; he was the bull's to fill with as many sons as Lorcos pleased.

"I told you you'd enjoy getting bred," Lorcos said as he rubbed Briano's bloated stomach. "And soon you're going to feel those little rascals kicking, and you'll enjoy that, too...mmm, I can see you giving me lots of sons to raise...who knows, they might end up breeding you, too. Heh, maybe when they're of age, I can have them put their own sons into you to prove their manhood."

As Briano lay there, recovering from the rough fucking that Lorcos had given him and contemplating what the future held for him, he found he had no doubts--he had made a worthy sacrifice.