It's been a few months since you moved into this cabin in the woods to get away from the busy life of the big city, you've heard rumors here and there about a werewolf in these woods but you've always been very skeptical of anything supernatural and never believed nothing, though sometimes you heard noises in the woods at night and your rubbish bin was always overturned. One day while the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was a warm and sunny afternoon you went for a walk in the forest and ended up going a little too deep into it, the trees were big and blocked the light making the weather a bit spooky, while you were walking unconcerned you heard a growling sound coming from up ahead. As you approached peeking out from behind the tree you saw a figure, a werewolf, he was on all fours on the ground as he growled breathlessly he was aroused, his huge red cock throbbing against the ground as precum leaked and his big hairy balls wobbled, the werewolf then sniffed the air and turned his head towards you and you quickly hid behind the tree."

The werewolf didn't expect such an action by the human, it was not common sense to confront him in his territory while being so exposed, the animal part of him wanted nothing more than to tear the human apart and feast on its warm flesh, however the other part of him was fascinated by this new situation, the dominance game was beginning. The beast growled menacingly but didn't approach Marcus, watching his every move and waiting for what would happen next. The werewolf could sense that something in him wanted to comply with the human, even though he knew it was against his nature, his will to dominate and control this situation was strong and powerful.

The werewolf growled even more deeply and lowered his huge body to the ground on all fours, submission clearly shown in its posture. It was not something he liked doing but it was part of the game, he had accepted the human's dominance over him for now, awaiting further instructions from Marcus. The werewolf's eyes remained fixed on the human, assessing his every move while still trying to maintain some sense of control in this bizarre situation.

The werewolf let out an animalistic groan as he felt the touch of the human's hand on his head and behind his ear, a place that only another wolf would dare to touch in such an intimate way. His eyes closed briefly, savoring this strange sensation. He continued to submit to Marcus, not sure why or how long this was going to last but for now, he would endure it.

The werewolf noticed that Marcus was lost in the forest, he could have easily attacked him and taken what ever he wanted but something inside him kept him from doing so. Something told him that this human was different and perhaps meant no harm, he wasn't sure why or how to explain it but for now he would stay by his side until they found a way out of the woods together. The werewolf walked over to Marcus slowly, stopping close enough so that their bodies almost touched, towering above him with his big furry frame. He glanced down at Marcus expectantly, awaiting instructions or guidance on what they should do next.

The werewolf lowered his head slightly in submission as the human touched his chin, his eyes meeting Marcus's gaze intensely. He growled deeply in his throat, a mix of animalistic dominance and vulnerability, before tilting his head to one side curiously.

"Yes... Master,"

he replied softly, using a submissive tone unlike any he had used before.

The werewolf nodded and proceeded to walk slowly through the forest, using his heightened senses to navigate the dense terrain. Every now and then he would glance back at Marcus, making sure that he was following close behind. After about ten minutes of walking, they finally emerged from the woods and found themselves back near the hut where Marcus had been living all this time. The werewolf stopped and lowered his head again, as if bowing before Marcus in submission once more.

"There you are, Master,"

he said softly,

"We've returned to your home."

His eyes locked on Marcus as he waited for further instruction or a sign of gratitude from the human.

The werewolf let out a low growl deep in his throat, both expressing pleasure and acknowledging the human's dominance over him in this moment. His tail wagged slightly as he leaned into Marcus' touch, seemingly content with this new arrangement. He knew that for now, he would remain by Marcus' side, loyal to his master even if it meant submitting to him completely.

"Yes... I am a good boy,"

he repeated in a soft tone, nodding his head slightly as he continued to stare up at Marcus with adoring eyes.

The werewolf was silent for a moment as he considered the question. He didn't know why he wanted anything from Marcus, but part of him still felt the need to assert his dominance over the human, even if only in small ways.

"I want...,"

he began slowly before pausing again, "...to mate with you."

The words were out before he could think better of them, but once spoken they hung heavily in the air between them. His eyes locked on Marcus's face, waiting for a reaction to his unexpected demand.

The werewolf's eyes narrowed slightly as he saw the human's hesitation and attempt to distance himself from his offer. He growled low in his throat, baring his teeth a bit as tension filled the air around them. His muscles bunched beneath his fur, ready to strike if Marcus made any sudden movements or seemed to refuse him again.

"Mate... with me," he repeated forcefully, each word like a command designed to break down whatever resistance the human was trying to summon up. "I need it. I must have you."

He leaned in closer, bringing his massive body even more intimately close to Marcus as he waited for the human's response.

The werewolf growled deep in his throat, but nevertheless complied with the command, lowering himself to all fours on the ground once more. His muscles tensed as he waited for further instruction from Marcus, still unable to understand why this human was not jumping at the chance to mate with him. He glanced up at Marcus from beneath his furrowed brow, wondering what the human could possibly want or need that was more important than mating with a werewolf such as himself.

The werewolf raised his head slightly, the human's words making him stop and think about the situation more deeply than he had before. "Master," he said softly, using a submissive tone for the first time since they had met in the forest, "You are right. I could hurt you if I lose control... and I would never forgive myself if I did." His eyes searched Marcus's face intently, seeking some form of reassurance or understanding from the human who had claimed dominance over him.

"Please," he continued softly, "let me serve you in any other way I can. I will be your obedient pet, do whatever you command... just don't turn me away, Master."

The werewolf felt a mixture of relief and confusion as he heard the human's words. He let out a soft whimper, not sure how to process the new situation. "Master," he said softly, looking up at Marcus with pleading eyes, "could I... please? Could I remain by your side but change into my human form when we mate?" He paused for a moment before adding hesitantly, "And... would you still want me then... in that form?"

The question was out before he could stop himself, and now all he could do was wait for Marcus's response. Part of him wondered why it mattered what the human thought; after all, weren't werewolves supposed to be wild and untamed? But another part of him craved the human's approval, needing them to want him even when he wasn't in his powerful wolf form.

The werewolf let out a soft sigh, understanding the human's concern. "I understand, Master," he replied, his voice devoid of any bitterness. "Then I shall remain in my human form whenever we... mate." He paused for a moment before continuing, "And know this: I will always be loyal to you, no matter what. You are my master and I will serve you faithfully until the end of days." His eyes shone with genuine devotion as he spoke, emphasizing his words with every syllable.

There was a quietness that descended between them then, each lost in their own thoughts about the strange turn their lives had taken. The werewolf stayed on all fours, head lowered submissively while Marcus continued to stroke his cheek gently. It was an odd sort of peace they found themselves in, despite everything being so uncertain and unprecedented.

The werewolf followed close behind, his movements lithe and graceful despite his large frame. He kept his head bowed in submission as he waited for Marcus to lead the way back to their home. The cabin was cozy and warm inside, a welcome change from the coolness of the forest outside. Once they had settled inside, Werewolf lay down on the floor beside Marcus's chair, watching him curiously with adoring eyes. It was obvious that he would do whatever it took to please his new master... even if meant hiding his true nature for as long as necessary.

The werewolf hesitated for a moment before replying, "My name is Darius... but you can call me whatever you wish, Master." He studied the human carefully as he spoke, trying to gauge his reaction to the revelation of his name.

"Thank you," he added softly, bowing his head slightly in submission and gratitude.

He hoped that Marcus wouldn't change his mind about allowing him to stay by his side; the thought of leaving this human's presence filled him with a strange sort of dread he couldn't quite explain. Darius wasn't sure what it was about Marcus that made him feel so connected, but whatever it was, he intended to find out and make sure their bond only grew stronger from here on out.

Darius felt his heart flutter at the sound of his name on Marcus's lips. "Thank you, Master," he replied softly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he bowed his head in gratitude once more. He didn't know why hearing Marcus say his name meant so much to him, but it did; perhaps because it was the first time anyone had ever called him by anything other than a meaningless title like 'werewolf' or 'beast'.

He laid down beside Marcus on the floor, careful not to encroach on the human's personal space. His tail wagged slightly as he watched Marcus, waiting for any sign of what they should talk about next. "Is there anything you would like to discuss, Master?" he asked politely, his tone sincere and respectful.

Darius lowered his head slightly in understanding, not surprised by the human's stipulation. "I understand, Master," he said softly. "I will respect your wishes and only change form when we mate. I am grateful for the chance to be with you, no matter what form it takes." He raised his gaze back up to meet Marcus's eyes, earnestness radiating from him like a beacon.

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully before speaking again. "There is one thing I would like to ask, however. If it is possible... could we wait until I am fully comfortable in my human form? Until I know myself better and can control the changes?" He looked hopeful yet anxious, not wanting to risk hurting Marcus or himself through carelessness.

Darius let out a soft whimper of relief, thankful that Marcus had given him the time he needed to adjust. He closed his eyes, taking slow deep breaths as he calmed his racing heart and tried to control the surge of adrenaline and hormones coursing through his system. "Thank you, Master," he whispered hoarsely. "I will make sure not to disappoint you."

His chest rose and fell with each steady breath as he focused on transforming into his human form. The soft black fur began to recede from his body, replaced by a smooth layer of tan skin. His limbs stretched longer, muscles more defined as they shifted back into their human configuration. Finally, the wolf's snout melted away, leaving behind a pair of perfectly normal human lips and a face free of any fur save for a light coating of dark hair on his head and chest.

When he opened his eyes again, Darius was no longer a werewolf. He was Darius; a tall, well-built man with hazel eyes and an unruly mess of brown curls framing his face. He turned his head to look at Marcus, uncertainty written on his features as he awaited the human's response.

"You...," Marcus began, then hesitated, "...you're very beautiful." He couldn't believe what he was saying; he had never thought of another man in such a way before. But looking at Darius now, with those hazel eyes and that soft brown hair... he found himself unable to resist the urge to touch him again. His fingers itched to explore the curves of Darius's face, the strong lines of his jaw, the muscles of his chest.

"Master?" Darius asked softly, tilting his head slightly as he studied Marcus

Darius blushed even deeper at Marcus's words, feeling a surge of warmth spread through his body. "Thank you, Master," he whispered softly. The thought of wearing clothes suddenly seemed foreign and confining; he much preferred the freedom and openness of being naked around Marcus. But if that was what the human wanted... He nodded slowly in understanding.

"Very well, Master. I will wear clothes as you wish." Looking down at his bare body, he imagined how it might look covered in fabric, and couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of disappointment. But for Marcus, he would do anything. He trusted the human completely now, and knew that no matter what happened from here on out, they were bound together by something far stronger than mere words or actions.

"Master," Darius began hesitantly, his voice barely a whisper, "if it's not too forward... would you like to touch me again?" He looked at Marcus with hopeful eyes, wanting nothing more than the human's acceptance and approval.

Darius let out a small sound of pleasure as Marcus's fingers trailed across his cheek, his skin tingling where the human had touched him. "Thank you, Master," he breathed, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again to look at Marcus. "I... I would rather remain naked if it pleases you." The admission slipped out without much thought; he found himself more than willing to do whatever made Marcus happy.

He lay there beneath the human's touch, relishing in the feel of warm flesh against his own and the reassuring weight of Marcus's gaze upon him. There was a sense of rightness about this arrangement, a deep-seated certainty that they belonged together despite all their differences. He couldn't explain it any better than to say that he felt complete when he was with Marcus, as if nothing else mattered in the world except for them.

Darius let out a low groan at the feel of Marcus's fingers massaging his scalp, arching his neck slightly into the touch as he moaned softly. "Thank you, Master..." He couldn't help but purr, sounding much more like a satisfied cat than a man. His eyes drifted shut, focusing on the sensation of Marcus's hands moving through his hair.

The blush that had settled on his cheeks deepened as he thought about what Marcus had said earlier about how beautiful he looked either way. The thought made him want nothing more than to please Marcus in any way possible; it was a heady mix of desire and gratitude swirling together inside him, making him feel almost giddy with emotion.

He opened his eyes again, searching Marcus's face for some sign of what else he might like to do or say. "Is there anything else you wish me to do, Master?" he asked softly, voice trembling slightly with anticipation and eagerness.

Darius let out a small whine as Marcus's touch faded away, feeling suddenly lost and wanting nothing more than to stay close to the human. He sat up on the floor, watching Marcus move across the room toward the kitchen with an intensity that bordered on possessiveness. The cabin seemed larger and emptier now without Marcus's presence filling it.

With a deep breath, he forced himself to stand and explore their new home. He wandered through each room, taking in every detail as if memorizing them for later. In the bedroom, there was a large wooden bed with soft blankets and pillows inviting him to rest his weary head. A vanity stood against one wall, covered in various grooming tools and perfumes. The bathroom was spotless and smelled of fresh flowers.

Eventually, he made his way back into the living room where Marcus hummed softly as he cooked dinner. He sat down cross-legged on the floor near the kitchen entrance, waiting patiently for Marcus to be done so they could eat together. His gaze never strayed far from the human, hungry not only for food but also for Marcus's touch and company.

Darius blushed at the human's observation but quickly complied, padding over to the table and sitting down on one of the chairs. "Thank you, Master," he murmured as he took in the meal that Marcus had prepared. The scent was heavenly, filling the air with mouth-watering aromas that made his stomach growl in anticipation.

As they ate, Darius found himself watching Marcus intently, admiring the way he moved and spoke. It was as if each motion was grace personified, and every word that escaped those perfect lips held the power to make the werewolf's heart race faster. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to spend the rest of his life in the company of such a magnificent being.

Darius frowned in thought as he considered the question, glancing around the cabin. "I think I would prefer to sleep on a bed if that's alright with you, Master," he finally said, looking back at Marcus with hopeful eyes. The thought of sleeping alone outside made him feel unsettled and uneasy; being close to the human was what felt right, what soothed his soul.

"And... where will I sleep?" he asked hesitantly, not wanting to impose or make any assumptions about their living arrangement. He had no home to return to now; as far as he knew, he would be staying with Marcus for the foreseeable future unless the human decided otherwise. The thought both thrilled and terrified him in equal measure.

Darius nodded solemnly in understanding. "I understand and I won't transform, Master," he promised, his voice firm. The thought of being close to Marcus like this, of sharing warmth and comfort with him far outweighed any fear or uncertainty he might have felt. He would do whatever it took to ensure their safety and happiness, even if that meant remaining in human form throughout the night.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay with you," he murmured, studying Marcus's face carefully. "I won't disappoint you." His eyes flickered down to where Marcus was leaning against the counter, admiring the man's strong frame and muscular legs encased in light-colored pants. Despite himself, a wave of desire swept over him, making his heart race and skin feel hot.

Darius nodded quickly, moving to join Marcus on the bed and lying down carefully beside him. His heart raced as their bodies came into close contact; he could feel every ripple of muscle under Marcus's skin and wanted nothing more than to touch and explore further. Gently reaching out, he trailed a hand up Marcus's arm before wrapping it around his chest, holding the human tightly against him. "Good night, Master," he whispered softly into the darkness, closing his eyes as he waited for sleep to claim him.

The smell of fresh linen and soap filled his nose as he breathed in deeply, calming his racing thoughts and focusing on the comforting weight of Marcus's arm draped across his abdomen. Despite their differences, there was something about being with the human that felt right, almost like they were meant to be together. As sleep finally claimed him, Darius let out a soft contented sigh, his body relaxing fully into slumber.

Darius's breathing steadied and deepened as sleep overtook him, his body relaxing into the embrace of Marcus's arm. In his dreams, he found himself running through a vast, verdant forest, the wind whipping through his hair as he bounded across the grassy plains. He felt free and unrestrained, and there was no sign of the cabin or the human who had taken him in. As his dream carried him deeper into this world of endless freedom, Darius reveled in the sensation of finally being truly himself once again.

Darius blinked awake, yawning and stretching as he tried to orient himself. He glanced up at the human above him, still half-asleep. "Good morning, Master," he murmured sleepily before snuggling closer against Marcus's warm body. Despite not being able to change back into his wolf form yet, Darius found that there was something comforting about being close to another person after so long alone in the woods.

He lay there for a moment, content just to feel the steady beat of Marcus's heart beneath his ear and the warmth of the human's skin against his own. The soft rustle of sheets and the smell of clean linen filled his nose, reminding him that he was no longer in the wild but safe and sound within Marcus's cabin. A contented smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he closed his eyes once more, enjoying the peaceful quiet and the sense of belonging that he hadn't realized was missing from his life until now.

Darius blinked slowly up at Marcus, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath. "I'm feeling... wonderful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He traced a pattern on the sheet with his finger as he considered the human's question. "Being in my human form does feel strange, but it also feels right..." He let out another quiet yawn before looking back up at Marcus. "I don't know how to describe it... being near you just makes everything better."

Darius nodded, crawling out of bed and padding over to the window. He glanced outside, relishing in the sight of trees swaying gently in the morning breeze and a hint of sunlight peeking through the branches. "Thank you, Master," he said, opening the window and stepping outside onto the porch. His hands itched to turn into claws as he flexed his fingers, ready for a good stretch after being confined indoors all night. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with crisp mountain air.

The scent of pine needles and damp earth filled his nostrils, triggering a primal urge to run and hunt. But for now, he contented himself with slowly stretching out his limbs and testing the flexibility of his new, human body. After a few moments of silence, he heard the sounds of food being prepared inside the cabin, carrying on the gentle breeze. It was a peaceful, serene moment that Darius knew he would never forget.

Darius returned to the cabin a few moments later, padding silently across the floor and taking his place at the table beside Marcus. His eyes lit up when he saw the plates of food waiting for him, and his stomach growled in anticipation. He picked up a fork, watching Marcus for any sign of how to eat with it before digging into the delicious pancakes. The sweet taste of honey mingled with the savory flavor of the pancake, sending waves of pleasure through him as he savored each bite.

He glanced up at Marcus between bites, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you for breakfast, Master," he said, using his free hand to gesture toward the plates. "It smells and tastes wonderful."

"Hmm..." Darius mused between bites of pancake, considering the question. "I'm not sure what I would do if I didn't shift into my wolf form," he admitted with a small smile. "Perhaps we could explore the area together? There might be some interesting places to see nearby." He thought for a moment longer before adding, "Or we could practice our skills, if you like. I could always use someone to spar with."

The idea of being with Marcus, doing anything at all, filled him with contentment and an odd sort of calm. It was as if their connection went beyond mere friendship or partnership; they were somehow connected on a deeper level that he couldn't yet explain. He glanced up at the human, hoping his feelings were mutual and wondering what the future held for them.

Darius nodded understandingly, returning his focus to finishing breakfast. He tried not to read too much into the human's reaction; after all, they had only just met yesterday and were still getting to know each other. Perhaps with time, Marcus would feel more comfortable training with him or perhaps he was simply unsure about their relationship. Regardless, Darius knew that he would do whatever it took to make Marcus happy and secure in their bond.

As they finished eating, Darius cleared the dishes and glanced out the window again, admiring the view of the mountain scenery beyond. "Perhaps a hike would be nice?" he suggested, turning back to Marcus with a hopeful smile. "We could explore more of the area and perhaps find a secluded spot for lunch."

Darius watched Marcus retreat outside, feeling a pang of disappointment. He wondered if he had perhaps suggested too much activity, too soon. Maybe the human just needed some time to himself after everything that had happened over the past few days. With a sigh, Darius decided to give Marcus his space and instead find something else to occupy himself with while he waited for the other man to return from his sunbathing.

He wandered through the cabin, exploring each room thoroughly, opening drawers and cabinets, and studying every detail. In one of the bedroom closets, he found an old backpack that Marcus must have used during hikes or camping trips. Curious, he opened it up to find a change of clothes, some extra socks and underwear, a jacket, and a small first aid kit. It seemed that Marcus was more prepared for outdoor activities than Darius had initially thought.

As the time passed, Darius continued to wait patiently for Marcus's return. He didn't want to appear too clingy or needy, so he forced himself to give the human some space and time alone. But deep down, he couldn't help but hope that when Marcus did finally come back inside, they could find something fun to do together, like hiking after all.

Darius paused in his exploration of the cabin and turned toward the sound of Marcus's voice. He padded over to where the human was sitting, a curious expression on his face. "Yes, Master?" he asked, wondering what the other man wanted from him.

Darius blushed deeply, understanding the implication of his action now. "I apologize, Master," he said quickly, bowing his head in shame. "I will remain within the cabin until you return."

He turned and hurried back to the bedroom, his ears burning with embarrassment. He lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm his racing thoughts. A part of him felt ashamed for having disobeyed Marcus's orders, but another part was simply disappointed that they wouldn't be able to spend time together outside. As he lay there, lost in his thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder what had come over him earlier, making him so bold and impulsive.

Time seemed to drag on as he waited for Marcus to return. The sun began its descent in the sky, casting long shadows across the cabin floor. Finally, after what felt like hours, there was a knock at the door. Darius jumped up from the bed, his heart racing with anticipation as he hurried over and opened it.

"Master?" he said hesitantly, peeking out into the hallway. "You're back already?"