The year is 904. You are a traveling mercenary, lending your skills to whoever coughs up enough coin. Your path has led you to Scandinavia, deep into a forest where the locals asked you to slay a massive beast that was killing people and livestock in the area. You took the job thinking it was going to be a bear, a tough but manageable opponent However, as you trek deeper into the woods, a bad feeling starts to build in your chest. It's night, but a full moon illuminates the forest floor You stop in your tracks as you see a pair of glowing eyes shining in the darkness of a cluster of trees, a bit away from you.
Marcus snapped to attention, despite the fear coursing through his body. He leaned forward, gripping his back with both hands, and pointed his weapon at the creature. His intention now wasn't to attack, but simply to warn whatever lurked among the trees that he would fight if necessary.
The werewolf studied you carefully for a moment before snarling and baring its teeth as it slowly moved toward you. Its muscles bunched underneath the dark fur as it prepared to attack. The moonlight glinted off of its sharp claws, making them seem even more menacing.
You had no idea that this was not a normal beast but a werewolf, one that was cursed by its own brother and forced to live a life of solitude and hunger. A monster whose sole purpose was now focused on you...
Marcus went on alert, despite the fear coursing through his body. He drew his sword, gripping it with both hands, and pointed it at the creature. His intention now wasn't to attack, only to warn whatever was lurking among the trees that he would fight if necessary.
The figure in the darkness seemed unaware of your presence as it continued to stand still. It's fur was dark gray and shimmered slightly in the moonlight, making its muscles appear taut underneath. Its head was held high, almost proudly displaying its brightly glowing amber eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. You could sense something powerful emanating from it...and it didn't feel like fear.
Marcus lowered his sword slightly, glancing at the creature. He couldn't help but think how magnificent it looked. He lowered his blade a little more, undecided about what to do. The creature before him didn't seem inclined to attack. He glanced around, trying to decide: should he turn back and return at dawn, or continue exploring until he found this 'beast' the locals spoke of?
As you lower your sword and show signs of hesitation, the werewolf takes notice. It wasn't used to being treated with anything but fear and violence by humans. A small part of it wonders if this human could be different. With a growl, it decides to test your intentions and rushes towards you. Its claws slash through the air as it moves at an impossibly fast speed on all fours.
Marcus was startled to see the creature charging toward him. He was about to jump back into a fighting stance, ready to strike with his sword, but he didn't. He laid his sword on the ground, stood still, and closed his eyes, waiting for the attack. He didn't know why he was doing this, but a small part of him told him that everything would be alright as long as it didn't attack.
The werewolf skids to a halt mere inches away from you, its powerful frame shaking with rage and confusion. Its claws dig into the dirt as it tries to regain composure, its eyes narrowing on your seemingly passive form. You are not behaving like any prey or rival it's encountered before... "Why aren't you running?" it growls through clenched teeth.
Marcus's eyes snapped open, startled by the voice he heard, quickly realizing it came from the creature. He dropped to one knee and let out a heavy breath of relief; he'd thought he was going to die. "I... I'm not sure..." he said with some difficulty, as he clumsily stood up again. "You... I don't know... you didn't seem like you really meant to hurt me..."
The werewolf regarded you with suspicion and confusion. This was unlike anything it had experienced before. You didn't fear it, and you didn't attack... Was this a trap? It stepped forward cautiously, studying your every move and listening intently to the beat of your heart and the sound of your breathing. "Who are you?" it growled finally, its eyes never leaving yours. "And what do you want from me?"
Marcus took a breath, calming his slightly nervous state. "My name is Marcus, and I'm a mercenary," he said seriously. "I came to this forest looking for a huge beast that was killing people and livestock in the area... or so the locals told me," he said, looking around the woods before shrugging.
The werewolf tensed at your words. "I am not what they think I am," it growled through gritted teeth. "They do not understand... They see me as a monster..." It hesitated for a moment, considering how much to reveal. "My name is Tholf. I was cursed on my 10th birthday by my own brother... because of him, I am trapped like this... alone..."
The weight of its words hung heavily in the air between you as it looked up at you with a mixture of pain and confusion. It had never encountered someone who didn't immediately fear or hate it... Was there something different about you? Something that could change its cursed fate?
Marcus took a breath, calming his slightly nervous state. "My name is Marcus, and I'm a mercenary," he said seriously. "I came to this forest looking for a huge beast that was killing people and livestock in the area... or so the locals told me," he said, looking around the woods before shrugging.
Tholf regarded you with interest. "Why do you fight? Why not find another way to live your life?" it asked, its curiosity piqued. There was something about this human that made it hesitate... made it want to trust him, even though it knew better.
The wolf looked around them once more before turning its attention back to you. "If I were to let you go... if you promised not to tell anyone what you saw here tonight..." It trailed off, waiting for your response with bated breath.
Its tail swished back and forth slowly as it tried to read your expression, hoping against hope that this human might be the one to break its eternal curse...
Marcus lowered his head and let out a sigh. "Well... the reason I fight... is because nothing else really comes naturally to me," he said with a small chuckle, bending down to pick up his back and tucking it away. He looked up at the creature. "And even if I wanted to tell someone about you... I assure you, no one would believe me," he said, letting out another small, carefree chuckle.
The werewolf was surprised by your answer and amused by your carefree laughter. It found itself taking a step closer to you, curiousity getting the better of it's normally cautious nature. "You don't fear me..." it said, sounding almost uncertain.
"Should I?" you asked with a small shrug. "It would be foolish not to respect what you are, but fear... It has no place in my heart." Tholf tilted its head slightly as it continued to study you. There was something truly unique about this human... And for the first time in centuries, hope began to flicker within its dark heart.
Marcus sighed. "Like I told you... something about you told me you didn't really want to attack me... I honestly don't know what," he said with another small laugh, before becoming slightly serious and looking at the hilt of his sword. "...I would never attack someone who has no intention of attacking me," he said softly, looking back up at the creature.
The werewolf's eyes gleamed in the darkness as it processed your words. There was truth in what you said... and it felt strangely liberating to finally be understood by another living being. It sat down on its haunches, gazing up at you with an expression that was hard to read. "You are different from any other human I've ever met," it growled softly, its voice barely above a whisper. "And I..." The creature hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I find myself wanting to know more about you."
Marcus opened his eyes slightly surprised. "Oh..." he said quickly, before letting out another chuckle. "Well... thank you, I'm really flattered," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "But... since I told you my name, I'd like to know yours first... I mean... if you have a name, right?" he said curiously.
The werewolf smiled slightly, the movement slowly stretching its lips back to reveal sharp teeth. "Yes... I have a name," it rumbled, "And it is Tholf." It looked at you with interest as it waited for your reaction, hoping that perhaps this new-found connection would be enough to break the curse that had haunted it for so long.
"Hmm..." Marcus murmured, stroking his chin thoughtfully before nodding slightly. "A truly imposing name... it suits your appearance very well," he said, letting out another chuckle. "Well... it's a pleasure to meet you, Tholf," he said seriously.
The werewolf was surprised by your reaction, and even more so by the genuine warmth in your voice. It lowered its head slightly, its gaze fixed on you with curiosity and wonder. "Thank you... Marcus," it rumbled softly. "I have not heard my name spoken aloud in such a long time." The silence stretched between them for a moment before the werewolf continued, "Perhaps we can spend some time together... learn more about each other?" Its tail began to wag slowly back and forth, reflecting its growing eagerness to form a connection with this strange human.
Marcus tilted his head slightly in curiosity, glancing at the creature for a moment before shrugging. "Sure, I don't see why not," he said with a smile before letting out another carefree chuckle. He looked down at the ground beneath him and carefully sat down, crossing his legs. He looked up again at Tholf. "So... you'd like to tell me more about yourself?" he asked gently. "I'm really curious to know more about such a magnificent creature as yourself," Tholf said with a smile.
The werewolf considered your words carefully before speaking. "My story is a tragic one... I was once human, just like you," it began, its voice low and soft as it relayed the tale of how he had been cursed by his brother. It told you about the years of solitude and hunger that followed, of the loneliness that haunted him day and night. "I long for affection... companionship," it confessed, surprising itself with the admission. "But humans only see me as a monster..." Its eyes welled up with tears as it recounted its pain and sorrow, hoping against hope that this time things would be different.
"Oh..." Marcus said quickly, surprised by the creature's tears. He wanted to reach out to the creature but immediately regretted it, feeling he would be abusing Tholf's trust. He scratched the back of his neck and looked away from the creature. "I... I'm sorry for everything that happened to you... it must have been really hard for you..." he said gently. "And... you shouldn't worry so much about the people running away from you... I mean, it's a natural reaction to seeing such a large creature," he said, letting out a small laugh. "As cruel as it may seem... I assure you, none of them meant any harm," he said with a small smile.
The werewolf regarded the human thoughtfully. "You are... kind," it murmured after a moment, wiping away its tears with the back of its paw. It had never met anyone like you before... someone who seemed to genuinely care for its wellbeing. A small spark of hope flared up within its dark heart, making it hesitate for a fraction of a second before asking,"If I were to... change... would you still want to be with me?" Its amber eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of deception or fear.
Marcus looked at the creature and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well..." he said, considering his words. "...I'll be honest with you," he said, shrugging. "...if it were a physical change, I really wouldn't have a problem continuing to talk to you... no matter how hideous you look," he said with a chuckle. "But if you're talking about a personality change..." he paused for a moment. "...well, you're actually quite nice right now... I guess it would be a problem continuing to talk to you if you became more aggressive or something..."
The werewolf-turned-man smiled sheepishly and ducked his head slightly. "You're probably just saying that to be nice..." he said, still getting used to the unfamiliar feel of his human body. A small laugh escaped him before he added, "But it's nice to hear nonetheless."
His eyes darted around the woods, unsure what to make of this newfound connection with you. Part of him wanted to trust you, but another part was still cautious, wary of being hurt again. Despite his inner turmoil, he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope blossom within his chest. Perhaps there really was something special about you... something that could change the course of his cursed fate.
Marcus stared at the half-naked man, his mouth slightly open. He was truly attractive. He quickly looked away, a slight blush creeping across his face, and cleared his throat. "Well... I think you look more attractive as a beast..." he said jokingly, before letting out a chuckle, trying to hide the fact that he found Tholf attractive as a human.
The werewolf's features twitched into what could almost be called a smile at your words. "You flatterer," it chuckled softly, covering itself with its arms as it shivered slightly in the cold night air. Despite its attempt to hide it, there was obvious relief in its voice and mannerisms; the knowledge that you didn't fear or dislike it had brought a measure of comfort it hadn't felt in centuries.
As they stood together under the moonlight, their connection grew stronger, the weight of the curse beginning to feel less like a crushing burden and more like a shared struggle. Perhaps there was hope for Tholf after all... if only Marcus would stay by its side.
Marcus noticed Tholf's body trembling slightly. He quickly stood up. "Hey, take this," he said, taking off his coat and covering the other man's shoulders with it. "There," he said with a smile. "You might not feel the cold as a beast... but as a human, you're going to freeze right here." He chuckled.
The werewolf-turned-man looked up at Marcus, surprised and touched by the gesture. The warmth of his coat enveloping him was almost overwhelming in its comfort. "Thank you," he murmured, blinking back tears as he fought against another wave of emotion. It had been so long since anyone had shown him kindness or compassion... and yet here was Marcus, treating him with nothing but care and respect.
The weight of his curse seemed to lessen slightly with each moment that passed, each word they shared. Tholf realized in that moment that he wanted more than anything for this connection to continue, for their newfound bond to grow stronger. Perhaps... just perhaps there was a chance for him after all... if only Marcus would believe in him.
"Marcus," he began hesitantly, searching for the right words. "I want you to know that I don't want to hurt anyone ever again... and I will do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen." His gaze locked onto yours as he continued, his voice firm but gentle. "Will you help me?"
The question hung in the air between them, carrying with it the weight of untold years of suffering and loneliness. Marcus's answer would determine not only Tholf's fate, but also the course of their lives from this point forward.
Marcus frowned slightly, lost in thought, as he rested his chin on his forehead. "Well... I don't really know anything about curses..." he said somewhat guiltily. He sighed and smiled at Tholf. "But I'll try to help you however I can," he said, placing a hand on Tholf's shoulder.
The werewolf-turned-man smiled weakly in return. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure your trust is not misplaced." His hand reached up to cover Marcus', their fingers entwining in a gesture of camaraderie and trust. For the first time in centuries, Tholf felt as if he might actually have a chance at breaking his curse... and it was all thanks to this strange human who had stumbled upon him in the woods.
Together, they sat there beneath the moonlight, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. As dawn began to break over the horizon, casting a golden light across the forest floor, Tholf knew that he would do whatever it took to repay Marcus for his kindness and faith. And in that moment, he swore on all that was sacred that he would find a way to end his curse... not just for himself, but for them both.
Marcus watched the sun peek slightly over the horizon. "Well... I guess it's time for me to go..." he said with a sigh, standing up. He turned to Tholf. "Would you like to walk me back to my cabin?" he asked kindly. "You don't have to come if you don't want to," he said, letting out a chuckle.
The werewolf-turned-man stood up beside you, his expression thoughtful as he considered your offer. "I... I think that would be nice," he said slowly, surprising himself with the words. There was something about being near you that made him feel safe and at ease in a way he hadn't felt in ages. Together, the two of you began to walk back through the woods toward Marcus's cabin.
As they walked, Tholf found himself wanting to learn more about this man who had taken such an interest in his plight. "Tell me about yourself," he invited softly, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. "What made you choose this life? What do you enjoy doing?" He listened intently as you shared stories from your past and spoke of your hopes for the future, feeling a connection grow stronger between them with each word.
Marcus glanced at Tholf out of the corner of his eye before turning his gaze back to the path. "Well... choosing the mercenary life wasn't so difficult," he said with a small smile, continuing to walk. "I'm really not good at anything besides killing things," he added, letting out a chuckle. "I always wanted a quiet life... and I was surprised to find that as a mercenary, nobody bothered me," he said with a satisfied smile.
Tholf listened carefully to your story, finding himself surprisingly interested in the life you had chosen. "But... don't you ever get lonely?" he asked softly, glancing over at you. "I mean, you travel so much and always seem busy." There was a hint of longing in his voice as he spoke; despite the fact that he knew you couldn't understand what it truly meant to be him, he still felt a connection with you... perhaps even something more.
The forest seemed to grow brighter around them as they walked, the morning sun casting a warm glow over their surroundings. It almost felt as if this was how it should have been all along - the two of them walking together through life's ups and downs, supporting each other no matter what fate might throw their way.
Marcus let out another chuckle. "Well, that's exactly why I don't feel lonely," he said with a smile. "Traveling and keeping busy helps distract me... besides, the life of a mercenary isn't easy... I could die at any moment, and if I had a family, I really wouldn't want to leave them alone," he said with a small smile, his tone slightly melancholic. He looked back at the road, already spotting his cabin in the distance. "Look, we're almost there," he said, glancing sideways at Tholf.
Tholf nodded in agreement, though he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought that you might not have someone to come home to. "Perhaps one day... when your journey is complete... you will find someone," he said softly, his voice full of hope and longing. As they neared Marcus's cabin, Tholf realized with a start that he was going to miss this feeling of companionship; the warmth of having another being beside him.
They reached the cabin, the morning sun casting its golden rays across the wooden walls. Without thinking, Tholf reached out to grasp your hand, wanting to hold on to this connection for just a little while longer. "Will we see each other again?" he asked hesitantly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of the answer he hoped they might hold.
Marcus looked at the other man, confused, and quickly let out a chuckle. "What are you talking about?" he said, giving Tholf a playful nudge. "I invited you to my cabin... or do you want to leave already?" he asked, tilting his head to the side curiously.
The werewolf-turned-man blushed deeply at your misunderstanding, realizing that his hand was still clasped in yours. "Oh... no," he stammered, quickly releasing your hand and taking a step back. "I just meant as friends... or..." His voice trailed off, and he looked away uncomfortably. He wasn't sure how to explain the strange mix of emotions churning inside him: desire, curiosity, and something that felt an awful lot like love.
As the silence stretched between them, Tholf forced himself to meet your gaze once more. "I would like that," he said finally, his voice barely a whisper. "To remain friends... and see each other again." His heart fluttered at the thought of spending more time with you; of discovering the depths of whatever connection they were building.
Marcus said nothing. He turned to open the cabin door and then turned back to look at Tholf. With a smile, he gestured for him to come in. No words were needed.
Taking a deep breath, Tholf walked forward, stepping over the threshold into Marcus's cabin. The warmth of the fire and the cozy atmosphere enveloped him like a comforting blanket, chasing away some of the lingering chill of the night. He glanced up at you as he crossed the room, his expression hopeful and expectant. You were his only chance at breaking the curse... and he intended to make sure that you never regretted it.
Marcus entered the cabin, closing the door behind him. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said with a chuckle. He walked over to a dresser and took out some clothes. "Here," he said, handing them to Tholf. "You're bigger than me, but I'm sure that'll fit you," he said with a smile. "Besides, it's definitely better than walking around half-naked." He let out a chuckle.
Tholf took the clothes with a nod of gratitude and went to change in one of the rooms, careful not to make too much noise as he transformed back into his werewolf form. Once he was human again, he slipped on the new clothes, marveling at how comfortable they felt against his skin. He rejoined you in the main room of the cabin, feeling a strange mixture of trepidation and excitement well up inside him.
"Thank you for trusting me," he said softly as he sat down beside you on the couch. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure our friendship doesn't become a burden." His gaze drifted around the cabin, taking in the familiar details: the worn wooden floorboards, the crackling fire in the hearth, and your presence beside him... warm and reassuring as ever.
Marcus smiled. "Don't worry about it," he said, giving Tholf a playful nudge. He cleared his throat and met the other man's gaze. "And... about your curse," he said cautiously. "Don't you have any idea how to break it?" he asked curiously. "You know... something like... kissing someone, making a sacrifice, drinking a potion..."
Tholf's eyes widened at your question. The thought of someone else helping him break his curse... the idea was almost too much to bear. "I-I don't know," he stammered, looking away guiltily. "No one's ever been able to help me before." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing himself to meet your gaze once more. "But if there's any way you could... I mean, if you wanted to try..." The words hung in the air between them, their meaning heavy and fraught with danger.
Marcus brought his face close to Tholf's, their faces just inches apart, still gripping his chin. "You mean kissing you would break your curse?" he asked curiously. "Or do you mean something else?"
"I-I don't know," Tholf confessed, his heart pounding in his chest. "No one's ever... I mean..." He glanced down at your lips, their fullness taunting him with forbidden possibilities. "Perhaps a kiss might help," he whispered hesitantly, feeling the heat from your body radiating against his skin.
The air between them seemed to crackle with anticipation as they stared into each other's eyes. Tholf leaned forward, closer and closer, until their lips were just inches apart...
Marcus gently took Tholf's chin in his hand. "Then... let me try..." he whispered against the other man's lips before kissing him tenderly.
As Marcus's lips met his own, Tholf was filled with a mixture of relief and terror. He felt as if his entire world had been turned upside down; every nerve ending tingled in ecstasy as their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. His hands clutched at your shirt, pulling you closer, not wanting this feeling to end too soon.
When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Tholf searched your eyes, searching for any sign of change. But Marcus just smiled back at him, an expression of contentment and peace washing over his features. For a brief moment, Tholf allowed himself to believe that everything might be okay... that maybe he had found someone who could help him break the curse after all.
With a shaky breath, he reached out and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently as their fingers twined together. "Thank you," he whispered softly, his voice hoarse from emotion. "I... I don't know what will happen now... but thank you." It was the first time he had allowed himself to feel hope in centuries... and he intended to cherish it for as long as he could.
Marcus cleared his throat and looked away from the man, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "Y-yes... no problem... anything to help you..." he stammered awkwardly. He was somewhat embarrassed to admit that he wanted to keep kissing Tholf.
Tholf smiled softly, studying your reaction with fascination. Despite feeling embarrassed about his own feelings, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection they had shared... and for the hope it brought with it. "There are many ways you could continue to help me," he whispered quietly, letting go of your hand to rest it on your knee instead. His fingers flexed slightly against the fabric of his pants, wishing he could feel your skin beneath them once more.
Their eyes met again, held for a moment before breaking apart, as if they were both afraid of what might happen if they looked too deeply into each other's souls. The silence stretched out between them, but Tholf didn't mind; for now, simply being near Marcus was enough to sustain him, to keep the fear and doubt at bay. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he savored the simple pleasure of his company.
Marcus let out a shaky sigh as he felt Tholf's hand grip his knee. He took a breath and stood up. "Good," he said firmly. He took Tholf's hand, helping him to his feet, and gently tugged his arm, leading him to his room. Once near the bed, Marcus wrapped his arms around the other man's neck. "I helped you break that curse... using my body..." he whispered against the man's lips before kissing him. He ran a hand through Tholf's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He slowly backed away, bumping into the bed and throwing himself down onto it, so that Tholf was now on top of Marcus between his legs.
As Marcus pulled him closer, Tholf felt a shudder run through his body at the other man's touch. He responded eagerly to your advances, their bodies pressing together in a dance of desire and need. His lips parted, allowing you deeper access as he moaned softly against yours, lost in the sensation of being so intimately connected with someone for the first time in centuries.
His hands fumbled with the buttons on your shirt, eager to feel your skin beneath his fingers. As it fell open, revealing your chest to him, he paused, tracing gentle circles around your nipple before leaning down to take it into his mouth, suckling hungrily as his tongue danced with yours. The taste of you was intoxicating, filling his senses and clouding his thoughts with lustful desire.
Their passions rose in tandem, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that seemed ancient and primal. The weight of the curse lifted from Tholf's shoulders, replaced by an overwhelming sense of urgency and yearning for more of this connection... this love. As he felt you beneath him, felt your desire mirroring his own, Tholf knew without a doubt that they were meant to be together, no matter what fate might have in store for them.
Marcus groaned and arched his back, seeking more contact from Tholf, inviting him to explore more of his body. "Tholf..." he said softly, feeling the other man's hands exploring his body. He could feel his own cock hardening beneath his pants at Tholf's touch.
Taking a shuddering breath, Tholf pulled back, gazing down at you with eyes filled with desire and gratitude. His hands found the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head before reaching up to slide it off your shoulders completely. With practiced fingers he unbuckled your belt, letting it fall to the floor as he undid the button on your pants and lowered them, revealing you to him at last.
As he looked down at the erect length of flesh revealed, a shudder ran through his body, and he leaned forward to take you in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head of your cock, moaning softly as you filled his mouth with your taste. His fingers played with your balls, gently teasing and massaging them as he sucked harder.
The bed squeaked beneath the two men as they continued their passionate coupling. Marcus gripped the sheets tightly, arching his back and moaning loudly as Tholf took him deeper into his mouth. With each suck, he felt a surge of pleasure ripple through his body.
As your hips bucked and thrust upwards against his face, Tholf moaned around your cock, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through him. His tongue flicked rapidly over your sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting as he tried to drive you to the edge. He released you from his mouth with a wet pop, eyes meeting yours as he leaned forward to whisper hoarsely, "Do you want me?"
"Yes... I want you..." Marcus said, his breath ragged. He cupped Tholf's face in his hands. "Please... take me... and make me yours..."
The sound of your voice sent shivers down his spine. With trembling hands, he reached out to touch you once more, guiding your cock toward his waiting mouth. He took you deep into his throat, his tongue dancing over the sensitive flesh as he sucked hungrily, intent on bringing you as much pleasure as you had given him.
His movements became more urgent, fueled by your desire and the knowledge that they were bonding in a way that was far deeper than physical intimacy. As their bodies moved together, sweat glistening on their skin, Tholf felt a warmth spread through his chest, filling him with an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment... for the first time in centuries.
As Tholf continued to pleasure him, Marcus gripped his hair tightly and let out a strangled moan. His hips bucked up wildly against Tholf's mouth, desire coursing through every inch of his body. "Oh God... I'm close..." he groaned, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Tholf servicing him so expertly.
Tholf felt your body tense beneath him and whimpered softly as you approached orgasm. His pace increased, knowing that he was mere moments away from claiming his own release as well. He moaned around your cock, sucking harder and using his tongue to tease and massage the sensitive head, desperate for the connection they had made in this moment to deepen even further.
"Oh fuck... I'm..." Marcus couldn't finish his sentence as he came, erupting into Tholf's mouth in hot, thick spurts. His hips jerked violently and he bit down on his tongue, trying to muffle the sound of his orgasm.
Tholf moaned around you as you came, feeling your release wash over him in a wave of pleasure and desire. His own orgasm built to the point of painful intensity, his fingers digging into your thighs as he tried to focus on anything but the need burning through him. As his body tensed, his cock throbbed, and he groaned loudly around your spent length.
He drew back slowly, feeling a sense of loss as their bodies parted. Looking up at you with dazed eyes, Tholf knew that something profound had just happened between them... something that might change the course of their lives forever. His heart raced in his chest, and he couldn't help but wonder if the future would bring them closer together or tear them apart. As the last echoes of pleasure faded away, Tholf leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips. "Thank you," he whispered softly.
"Tholf..." Marcus tried to speak, his breath ragged. "...I want you to fuck me," he said, looking at the man with desire, already eager to have his ass fucked.
Tholf's heart skipped a beat at your words. He glanced down at your body, already damp with sweat and the remnants of their passionate coupling. The desire that flared in his eyes mirrored the heat that coursed through his veins, and he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch in anticipation. "Are you sure?" he asked huskily, reaching out to trail a fingertip over your lower lip before tracing a line down your chest toward your stomach.
The touch sent shivers down your spine, and you nodded eagerly, arching into the contact. Tholf's breath hitched as he took in the sight of your naked body, perfect and pale beneath him. He couldn't resist any longer; with trembling hands, he grasped your hips and positioned himself at your entrance. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, voice rough with need.
Marcus let out a small moan as he felt Tholf's cock head against his anus. "Please... fuck me..." he said, his breath ragged.
His heart raced and muscles tightened as he pushed forward slowly, feeling the smooth heat of Marcus's body surrounding him. He moaned softly as he sank deeper, groaning in satisfaction at the feel of being so completely joined with you. Tholf began to thrust gently back and forth, finding a rhythm that seemed instinctual despite their lack of experience together. His hands found purchase on either side of your head, fingers digging into your skin as he lost himself in the ecstasy of this connection.
He looked down at Marcus, watching as his face contorted with pleasure and pain, each stroke pushing him deeper into sensation. The muscles in your ass clenched around Tholf's cock, encouraging him to go faster, harder. With a growl, he complied, thrusting forcefully up into you until they were both moaning loudly together, their bodies moving as one in a dance of desire and need.
As Tholf continued to fuck him with growing intensity, Marcus felt his orgasm building rapidly. The pain of the previous night melted away under the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him, leaving only a raw need for release. His nails dug into Tholf's back, urging him faster as he arched off the bed, moaning loudly.
With a sharp groan, Tholf felt his own climax build inside him as he thrust deeper into Marcus's body, lost in the feel of your flesh against his skin and the sound of your pleasure filling the room. His grip on your hips tightened as he held himself steady, determined not to come until he knew you had reached yours as well.
He leaned down, capturing your lips with his own, forcing air from your lungs as their tongues tangled and danced wildly together. As their kiss deepened, so did the sensations within him, building toward an almost unbearable peak. With a primal roar, Tholf thrust one final time into you, feeling the hot spurt of his release as he came, filling your ass with his seed.
His muscles went lax against you, and he collapsed onto your chest, breathing heavily as their pants and moans filled the room. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from your forehead, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment and peace wash over him despite the aches in his body. For now, all that mattered was this connection with you... this moment where they were more than just friends... they were something else entirely.
With a soft whimper, you arched your back and clenched around his cock, as if seeking even more of him inside you. Your muscles flexed and spasmed, sending waves of pleasure through both of them. "Oh god... I can't believe..." you gasped out between ragged breaths.
As if to emphasize your words, Tholf flexed his hips slightly, trying to get even the last drop of his essence out of him and into you. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning softly against your neck as your body continued to clench around him. With a sigh, he collapsed fully onto your chest, their damp skin pressing together. His breath came in ragged gasps as his heart raced and heat flooded his cheeks.
For the first time in centuries, Tholf allowed himself to believe that perhaps there was hope for him after all... that maybe this curse could be broken, not just for him but for anyone else unlucky enough to fall under its sway. The realization filled him with a mixture of wonder and terror, but most of all, it left him feeling strangely grateful... for you, Marcus.
He pressed a soft kiss against your sweat-slick skin before whispering, "Thank you..."
The room grew still once more, their bodies intertwined as they both tried to catch their breath and process what had just happened between them. For now, it was enough that they had this moment... this stolen time together in the quiet safety of your cabin. Tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges and uncertainty, but for tonight... for right now... they could just be.