Rewiring
Cass lay propped against a mountain of pillows, the oversized bed in the pack house master bedroom swallowing him whole. The big open roof window above them framed an endless night sky, stars scattered like salt across black velvet. The television played low on the dresser across the room, the volume just loud enough to be background noise.
“…multiple confirmed panther attacks across six states tonight,” the anchor was saying, voice grave. “Authorities are urging calm, but tensions are rising as human advocacy groups demand answers…”
Roan’s warm, furred body was pressed against Cass’s side, one thick arm draped protectively over his waist. The black wolf’s paw moved to change Cass' bandages. He loved watching that paw work, whatever it was doing. He loved the attention from his Alpha, the care and concern over his body. The stitches were ugly, angry red lines against pale skin, but the bleeding had finally stopped.
“Looks clean,” Roan murmured, voice low and soothing. “No fresh seepage. You’re healing better than they expected.”
Cass barely glanced at the TV. His eyes stayed on Roan, on the gentle way those dangerous claws stayed retracted, on the concern in his pretty wolf eyes as he fretted over his pup.
“They’re saying it’s just rogue groups,” Cass said quietly. “That it doesn’t represent all anthros.”
Roan let out a soft, humorless huff. “Of course they are. The council has to say that. Can’t have humans panicking and starting their own hunts.” He taped the fresh gauze down and smoothed it with his palm. “But the division is already happening. You can feel it. Fear does that to people.”
Cass swallowed. “My sister texted. She’s okay. Scared, but okay. Mom keeps calling. I haven’t answered yet.”
Roan finished with the bandage and pulled the covers up over both of them to their necks, cocooning them in warmth. He shifted closer, muzzle brushing Cass’s temple. Thw wolf licked a slow draping tongue drag up Cass' neck and behind his ear. God, just when Cass begins to despair, Roan reminds him how lucky he is. Lick me more, every day, wolf, Cass thought.
“You don’t have to answer your family until you’re ready,” he said. “Right now, you just need to heal.”
They lay like that for a long minute, the only sound the low murmur of the news and the faint rustle of sheets. Then Roan’s paw slid lower under the blanket, slow and deliberate.
Cass tensed slightly. “Still sore…”
“I know,” Roan whispered against his ear. “Let me take care of you. No pressure. It's kinda hot you know, getting to take care of you. Trying to be a gentle beast for my pup. Just… let me worship what’s mine for a bit.”
Cass stomach hurt as the bed shifted with Roan's moving weight, but damn did he love feeling the wolf move in his bed. Especially when he's about to do something naughty and sexy to him.
The first touch of that hot, velvety muzzle against his soft cock made him twitch. Roan didn’t rush. He nuzzled gently, lips dragging over the sensitive skin with reverent care, warm breath ghosting across Cass’s balls like a promise. The wolf pressed it's tongue along the shaft, a teasing warm touch that he likes to open foreplay with a lot, it drives Cass wild to feel that huge flat wolf tongue, then the wolf mouthed at the heavy sac with soft, wet sounds. His tongue traced every ridge, every vein, every delicate fold with unhurried devotion. For a dominating wolf, Roan sure knew how to enjoy cock and balls like a proper slut when he wanted to.
It took longer than it should have, much longer, for blood to start flowing. Cass’s stomach twisted with frustration and a flicker of fear.
“Fuck… it’s not getting hard,” he muttered, voice tight. “What if the nerve damage...”
Roan’s tongue flicked out, slow and broad, licking a long, luxurious stripe from base to tip.
“Then I’ll lick this soft, pretty little fucking cock until it listens...and glistens” the wolf murmured, voice muffled and warm under the blanket. “As long as it takes, pup. You’re still mine. Hard or soft. Leaking or quiet. I’ll worship every inch of you exactly as you are tonight. Always, so stop worrying, just enjoy being devoured, babe.”
Cass let his head fall back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as Roan’s mouth worked him with patient, loving thoroughness. The wolf licked and sucked gently, cradling and toying with Cass’s balls with one paw, occasionally pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of his thigh. Every touch was deliberate, adoring, the flat of his tongue dragging slow circles around the head, the gentle suction on the nerve dense frenulum, the way he he chuckled under the blankets whenever he made Cass moan.
Minutes stretched. Roan never hurried. He treated Cass’s cock like something sacred even while it remained mostly soft, licking, kissing, nuzzling, occasionally taking the whole flaccid length into his warm mouth and simply holding it there, letting his tongue cradle it. The heat, the wetness, the sheer devotion slowly coaxed Cass’s body back to life. Blood began to fill him in lazy pulses until he was finally, achingly hard.
It didn't take long to reach orgasm after that, as if it were building up the whole time while soft. "Roan... I'm gonna... ooooh... Roan...please....."
When Cass finally came it was gentle, almost quiet, a slow, rolling release that seemed to pour out of him in thick, lazy waves rather than the explosive kind he was used to. Roan swallowed every drop with soft, grateful sounds, throat working gently around him.
But he didn’t stop.
Even after the last weak spurt, Roan continued to worship. His velvety black lips dragged slowly up and down the spent, overly sensitive cock, spreading the remnants of cum in shiny streaks. He nuzzled deeply into the soft scrotum, inhaling Cass’s scent with a low, rumbling growl of pure satisfaction. His tongue bathed every inch, the underside of the shaft, the sensitive head, Cass' tight balls, scrotum rough and perfectly round instead of loose and heavy at the moment. The wolf lavished lazy, indulgent strokes that made Cass’s hips twitch and his breath come in shaky whimpers.
Only when Cass was thoroughly over-sensitive and trembling did Roan finally emerge from under the covers, lips shiny, eyes dark with deep affection. He crawled up and kissed Cass deeply, letting him taste himself on the wolf’s tongue, salty, warm, intimate.
They stayed like that for a while, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in under the vast starry sky. "Still taste as amazing as you did that first night, better even," Roan said. "Thanks for feeding this hungry wolf."
Long moments passed as Cass felt Roan's breathing rise and fall, moving the sheets and the bed. Finally, he worked up the courage to say what he has been thinking all day. His head swam with the nerves it took to say it.
“I want it,” Cass said, voice rough. “I want to be a wolf.”
Roan went still.
“I don’t want to be this anymore,” Cass continued, staring at the ceiling. “A liability. A weak spot the panthers can stab to get to you. They attacked my sister because of me. They almost killed her. I’m furious, Roan. I want the strength to fight back. I want to be able to protect what’s mine too, the way you and the pack do. Fearless, regenerating, strong.”
Roan was quiet for a long moment. His paw stroked slow circles over Cass’s chest, careful of the bandages.
“It’s not that simple, pup,” he said at last. “The change… it’s permanent. Painful. Some don’t survive it. And once you’re one of us, there’s no going back. You’ll never be human again.”
“I know,” Cass whispered. “That’s the point. I feel like an outsider, still. Not in bed, with you. I mean when we are training, even when the pack is all together just lounging. I'm fragile and need to be protected, too much. And someday I won't survive it, and you'll blame yourself, you know damn well you will. I won't do that to you.”
Roan reached for his phone on the nightstand. He tapped at it for a minute, golden eyes scanning the screen.
“Fifteen days,” he said finally. “The next full moon is in fifteen days. That’s when it has the best chance of taking.”
Cass’s heart jumped. "...you'll do it?"
"Pup..." Roan leaned in and licked up the side of Cass' face, then lapped at his throat, right on the pulsing artery there. He spoke against Cass' neck, the words vibrating into him. "You already know I would, pup. For you. I'm not going to block something from you that you want."
Roan continued, voice soft. "I cannot tell you the process, it's forbidden knowledge until after the change. Council rules and what-not. I can promise you it's painful, but pleasurable too. And risky, but you're strong, I know you'll make it through it."
“But there are conditions,” Roan continued, setting the phone aside. “The old rites are strict. For the transformation to have the highest success rate… you can’t cum. Not once. Not even a little. You have to stay denied and full for the entire fifteen days. The pressure, the need, it feeds the change and is part of the process."
Cass let out a shaky laugh. “You’re telling me I have to blue-ball myself for two weeks?”
Roan’s expression was serious, but his eyes held a spark of heat. “I’m telling you that if you still want this when the full moon comes… I’ll make you a wolf. My wolf. But you get every single day between now and then to change your mind. I won’t force you. I won’t pressure you. If you say stop at any point, we stop. And I get to milk that denied load out of you as a bonus.”
Cass searched Roan’s face. “And if I still want it?”
“Then on the night of the full moon,” Roan said, voice dropping into that low, velvety alpha pattern, “I’ll make you into a wolf. Strong, sexy, and mine. I'll claim you as my permanent mate in all the ways that our anthro society recognizes."
A shiver ran through Cass’s body.
Roan leaned in, nipping gently at his jaw, a little bit of a sting but in a hot way. “But tonight… tonight is the last time you get to cum with this pretty human cock. So enjoy it, pup. Maybe the last time you ever cum as a human.”
Cass’s breath caught.
Roan rolled into sixty-nine position, Cass beneath him, Roan above, careful not to lay any weight on that healing gut. The sheets were kicked off the bed entirely, leaving them bare under the open roof window and the stars.
Roan lowered his muzzle over Cass' cock, sucking the soft length into him like a vacuum, enjoying the musk and cum scent coating that pink human shaft. Two thick fingers pressed against Cass’s hole, slick with spit, and pushed inside, curling straight into his prostate with perfect, knowing pressure.
The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. Prostate and penile pathways were completely different with the training and rewiring Cass has spent months, a year, doing. His cock might be misbehaving and spent, but that matters nothing to the prostate. It pushed precum up into his shaft immediately and his cock started thickening, his prostate thumping like a heartbeat and sensing waves of pleasure through his nerves and an intense warmth radiating outwards into his whole groin and thighs and ass. He loved his prostate. So did his wolf.
Cass licked at the tip of the wolf cock dangling over his face. "Bring it down babe, I'm ready for my Alpha's thickness, to feel that warm slick red heat glide over my tongue. Dirty dog..." Cass loved to talk to Roan like he was narrating an erotic fantasy story.
Cass moaned around the thickening wolf cock in his mouth, sucking eagerly as Roan’s fingers worked him open with slow, sensual strokes. He lavished attention on Roan’s heavy balls, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, tongue swirling. Then he moved lower, licking boldly over the wolf’s tight hole. The taste was musky, earthy, filthy in the most intoxicating way. Cass pressed his tongue inside, devouring Roan with shameless hunger while the wolf sucked him deep and fingered his prostate relentlessly, curling and stroking that sensitive spot until Cass’s thighs shook involuntarily and the familiar near "Super-O" sparkles crossed his vision.
Roan came first, a deep, rumbling growl vibrating through his chest as thick ropes of cum painted Cass’s stomach and chest in hot, sticky streaks, soaking the bandages. The wolf's hole twitched against his tongue with the contractions. The wolf used his own spend as lube, stroking Cass’s cock with long, firm, slick pulls while still sucking the head. He loved to get sloppy with Cass. They both just let themselves go, enjoying heat and flesh and cum, because it's their heat, their flesh, their cum.
Cass followed seconds later, his orgasm firing hard and hot instead of slow and smooth like the last one, his cock and balls aching a little from cumming again soo soon, intense, almost painful in its sweetness, drawn out by Roan’s relentless prostate massage and the filthy heat of the wolf’s mouth. Pain also flared in his stomach with the release, his abs tight, and Cass fought through it.
When it was finally over, they lay tangled together, breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum under the vast starry sky.
Roan pressed a soft kiss to Cass’s temple.
“Fifteen days,” he whispered. “Starting now. You cum is mine, your Alpha's, you will hold it for me until the moon. Then when you cum again, it will be through a brand new, thick red boi between your legs. You won't believe how good the knot feels during orgasm for us wolves, pup, I do want to show you... if you still decide to become my true wolf pup.”
Roan cupped Cass's tight, slick and dark drawn up sac in one big wolf paw, giving it a playful jiggle. "Fill these puppies up, for fifteen days. Ache, leak, let me watch them sway heavy and loose while you walk around the pack house, make the others jealous. But don't cum, babe."
Cass closed his eyes, heart still racing. He used to do long 10+ day denial runs when training his prostate for 'rewiring'. It increases the sensations both in the moment and permanently unlocks new pathways and avenues of pleasure. But Cass loved, and hated, denial. The horniness, the semen building up inside practically screaming for release, soo hard to resist cumming, it can drive him crazy. But now he desired a new rewiring... of his entire body, into a gorgeous and powerful wolf like Roan or Zariel.
Fifteen days.
And then… everything would change.
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