Eventually, Alex's afterglow faded and he'd collected enough of himself to look at his smaller partner.
Mike had fallen asleep, cuddled into his werewolf partner's fur. Alex chuckled and tried to nudge him off so he could take a shower and get the day started. Mike groaned and rolled into Alex, staying close to the protective warmth.
"Alright, come on, you can sleep underneath the covers." Alex murmured, trying to pick Mike up, then twitching from the sudden bolt of pleasure that shot out from the base of his new knot. "Fuck... we're going to be stuck together for a while aren't we?" He muttered to the unresponsive human. Mike smiled in his sleep.
Alright, that's cute, but I actually need to get stuff done. Alex thought, and glanced over at his alarm clock. "Fuck!" He barked, and carefully picked Mike up as he twisted out of bed.
"What?" Mike murmured, his warm cocoon of fur suddenly disturbed.
"I need to go to work!" Alex said, his deep rumble, sending vibrations all through Mike's everything, causing him to moan.
"Oh, fuck, I feel so full." Mike said, running his hands over his stomach. "Wait, you're trying to go to work like this?" Mike asked, moving his hands to Alex's defined abs, his massive pecs, his pants busting ass, his pet-able tail...
Alex groaned, and the both of them felt his cock harden inside Mike.
"I work remotely. As long as I don't speak and get some work done, it shouldn't be too bad." Alex said, reassuring himself.
"Why not call in sick?" Mike asked.
Alex groaned. "I used up too many sick days trying to get used to... everything." He said, hovering in front of the refrigerator, tiny bowl in one hand, Mike's torso in the another, looking from one to the other, morning routine ruined.
"I think you can let go of me." Mike said, wrapping his arms and legs around Alex, enjoying his smoky musk. Alex nodded gratefully, and carefully let go, ready to grab him again.
Mike sank down a few inches, his ass resting flush against Alex's sheath, moaning as the shifting pressure milked a few drops of cloudy liquid from his cock.
Alex, meanwhile was getting a bowl of cereal and some fruit. "You want anything?"
Mike shook his head, still shuttering from the sensations, and Alex downed the cereal in one. He looked at the empty bowl, annoyed, and grabbed a box of protein bars, before heading to his computer and turning it on. The chair was shoved against the wall, and Alex sat down, adjusting to the feeling of his balls laying on the polished concrete floor, while Mike started grinding.
"Ohhh, fuck." Alex groaned, feeling his cock spurt.
"Oh, Alex, there you are." A voice said from the computer's speaker system. "We're trying to go over the algorithm that was proposed yesterday. You said you'd spend some time last night looking it over?"
Alex looked down at Mike helplessly. Mike grinned, then flexed, applying more pressure around Alex's knot, mouth clamped tight over a moan.
"Well, I haven't mapped out all possibilities, but it looks like the worst case might be unacceptably slow." Alex rumbled into his mic, then muted it, whining as Mike started running his hands over Alex's cut chest and abs.
"Alex, did you adjust your audio output settings? Your treble seems a bit high." One of the other people on the call said.
"Oh, sorry, there was an update that failed and the re-instillation wiped my settings." Alex said, eyes wide at Mike, who couldn't stop grinning. This was going to be a fun morning.
Most of an hour later, the meeting finally finished and Alex muted his audio for the last time. He was wild eyed, staring at Mike like he was a hunk of meat, his claws opening and closing as his painfully swollen balls pumped in their sack.
"Come on, alpha, do something." Mike teased, tilting his hips against Alex, grinding into his sheath, provoking him yet again. Alex growled, vibrating Mike's entire body, and lurched to the bedroom. He shoved his smaller mate against the mattress and started thrusting, his steady growl of pent up lust punctuated with irritation as Mike's ass held fast.
Mike was in heaven, the thick knot stretching him and straining against his tight hole. He moaned in time with the thrusts, already feeling pressure build up as his pelvic floor started to rhythmically pulse against the massive invader, urging him towards orgasm.
Alex started to pick up speed and strength, pulling hard against Mike's ass, trying to force it over the knot, so he could get more than a few inches of movement. He was stuck fast, the remnants of his humanity slowly sinking beneath the need to breed.
Mike gasped, moaning as a thin stream of white liquid dribbled out of his flaccid cock, and his ass relaxed marginally. That was fucking amazing, and Alex was just pushing him towards the next orgasm. Barely a few thrusts later, and Mike's ass went wild again, trying to milk the invader as more thin bitch juice was squeezed from Mike's cock. And still Alex was going, his cock unsatisfied, his balls full and needy. Mike relaxed as his werewolf boyfriend kept thrusting him towards and through mindshattering orgasm after mindshattering orgasm.
"Ok, that's starting to hurt." Mike said, his ass becoming overstimulated after the fourth or fifth blast of watery jizz coated his own chest. The thrusting continued, maybe even became a bit more intense. "Hey, Alex! Give me a moment!"
Alex growled, his eyes devoid of human intelligence.
"Erm," *gulp* "Alex?"
Alex's massive claws wrapped around Mike's chest, and his feet planted solidly, his massive furry body tense and aching. His lips drew back from his teeth, in something that was anything but a smile.
"Oh, sh-" Alex fucked Mike for real. His entire body went into it, reducing his smaller mate to the edge of consciousness from the brutal thrusting, his cock almost pumping a constant flow of watery jizz, splashing off his chest and onto the ruined bed.
Mike felt his ass slowly open up to the massive knot, easily larger than both his fists put together, the strain sending strange flashes of pleasure and pain radiating from his abused hole. Still, it slowly spread with each pull. Thrust after thrust, his ass spread, until-
Alex ripped his knot out of Mike's gaping anus, cum flowing onto the bed, as Mike slumped onto the bed, the massive dick keeping him upright now gone. Mike slowly raised his head, watching Alex stroke himself, his two claws nowhere near encircling the whole of his wolfhood. He was utterly exhausted, covered in his own juices, his ass on fire, and Alex looking at him with a very predatory gleam in his eye. Alex stopped jacking off, and grabbed Mike again, flipping him over and leaving his ass over the edge of the bed.
The thick pointed cockhead easily slipped into Mike's gaping ass, and Mike moaned as he felt pressure again, coaxing a few more drops, before feeling the pressure of Alex's still hard knot pushing at the edges. Alex thrust again, and Mike's eyes widened and his mouth opened in a soundless cry as the hardened knot was forced through. Then out, then back through.
Slowly, painfully, Mike started to adjust to the nearly head sized knot being shoved inside him, to the slap of Alex's cub makers against his thighs, and he started to drown in the musk of his strong, capable, powerful mate. Mike's cock started to harden up, he started to be able to thrust back, enjoying the sheer power and sensation the werewolf could send through him, as Alex sped up, his thrusts becoming ragged and inconsistent, heading towards orgasm. He started huffing in time with his thrusts and, finally, gave a muted roar, shoving himself entirely inside Mike, trying to knot him again. His cock swelled as it pulsed, spraying Mike's insides with more werewolf cum, sending Mike over the edge, his worn out cock and balls dripping cum in sympathy.
Alex stood there for a few moments, arms braced against the bed, then pulled back slowly. His rehardened knot pressed against Mike, who bore down on it. After a few moments of pressing, Mike was free! And a torrent of jizz ran from his ass and onto the ground.
Alex stood there for a few seconds, panting, eyes looking at what he had done to his mate, before he shook his head and realized what that meant.
"Holy fuck man, are you ok? Shit, I'll go get some ice." Alex said, hurrying to his kitchen and making an ice pack. Mike slowly slid to the ground, winced as he landed on his ass, and rolled over, keeping his butt in the air, feeling the AC in places it had never gone before. Alex hurried back in, and gently picked Mike up, bringing him over to the bath, pressing the ice pack against his inflamed and exhausted muscles. Singularly focused, Mike was a bit sad that Alex's cock was retreating inside his sheath, though that looked like it would be fun to play with later. He relaxed into the bath, mind and muscles untensing.
Mike lay there, mostly floating in the warm water as Alex took care of him. It was... nice. Alex carefully cleaned up his smaller mate, wincing at the bruises, moaning at a few scratches and rug burns, and apologizing profusely at Mike's destroyed rectum. Mike lay there in the best afterglow he'd felt in years. Well, the best he hadn't passed out for.
"I'm so so sorry, it'll never happen again." Alex said for the umpteenth time.
"No. I shouldn't have teased you during work, especially when you asked me not to. I should have realized how you responded to something like that after last night." Mike said after he'd regained control over most of his body and could sit up in the tub. Most of his body hurt to some degree. His mouth and jaw were tender, his muscles in general felt like they'd gotten the first serious exercise in years (probably because they had), and his eyes, ears, and nose itched. Probably from exhaustion. Still, it was... a lot better than it should have been. Partial werewolf healing? Had to be something like that.
