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A moment of silence transpired between them, before Stahl opened her mouth to speak.
"I'm glad you two talked before tomorrow, those feelings could've built up to something pretty embarrassing for the cub if it wasn't outed... So thanks for humoring us there, Aster."
The human had a puzzled look, just as the she-wolf had expected. "Tomorrow is a full moon. For us canines, it can make everything we are feeling more... Intense. It kind of amplifies our bottled up emotions. Makes us want to act on whims and instinct.
"Everything is clearer to us but muddled at the same time. We feel stronger, and feel invigorated more so than usual, but just as the great ocean's very waves feel the moon goddess's pull, so do the strings of our souls. It is said canines were her favored children in many of the legends."
Aster wasn't aware of anything like that at all. He found himself pretty intrigued by this news.
"So, when the moon is full, you all get kind of emotional? Doesn't seem so bad really?" Stahl let out an exaggerated "Ha!" before she spoke again.
"That's a heavy simplification of it, but pretty much. It can force us to act on impulses though, which can be dangerous. If we are feeling angry, we get even more angry. If we've been feeling sadness, we can fall into a depressed state. If we are feeling frisky then we just want to... Uh... Mate...
"Regardless, emotions being hiked up like that can have some positive results too, many of our issues on things within the pack come to light on those nights because we finally speak on them. Overall, it makes our pack that much closer. As an Aschefell though, it does come with it's own whole other set of challenges for us."
Aster was waiting for his friend to continue, but the she-wolf left it where it was at, even she wasn't ready to talk about that embarrassing part yet.
Aster could sense the she-wolf's hesitance now and decided he'd just change the subject. The two bantered on for some time more before they parted and both made their way to their respective quarters.
Aster was almost to his room when he heard a noise from a supply closet two doors from his own. He almost ignored it, until he heard somebody yelp in pain. The boy was a bit put off, but decided he should make sure the person was alright at the very least. It sounded like there was some kind of struggle going on as he got closer to the door, so he full on panicked and swung the door open, ready to help.
Amboss had his back to the human when the door opened. His left arm was bracing his sturdy body against the stone walls above him. With his right, he appeared to be holding something up waist level.
Aster realized with a shock it was the wolf's wife, Rouge. The petite fox had her legs wrapped around Amboss's waist desperately clutching to his rugged body. Her head was resting against the wall while her husband's thick right arm supported her weight on his hips.
Amboss was thrusting hard into her, never even noticing the door open behind him. The wolf had his muzzle drawn up into a vicious snarl as he meticulously hammered his tool into the cute fox like the steel on his anvil.
Rouge was letting out small whimpers and moans as the wolf picked up his pace. A short moment later, he rutted forward as hard as he could , eliciting a sharp moan of ecstasy from the humanoid fox as his knot sunk deeply into her. As the wolf climaxed, his nose picked up on another scent and he turned his head back to look at Aster over his shoulder.
Amboss had sweat droplets lingering on the ends of his fur, his eyes were in a dazed and satisfied state that didn't seem to focus on or fully register really anything at that moment. His tongue lolled out loosely from the side of his open maw, dripping drool as the wolf heavily panted.
Seeing the two like that made the human's heart speed up ten times over. He had undoubtedly misread the situation, leading him standing face to face with his first glimpse of love making.
Aster realized in horror that he was still only staring at the pair in their interlocked state. The wolf hadn't really moved, and was just looking blankly at the human now with a look Aster couldn't begin to comprehend.
Aster wasn't planning on lingering in the awkwardness any longer than he already had, so he quietly closed the door, and practically ran to his room two doors down in his dire embarrassment.
Aster closed his own door with a sense of urgency and a bit too much of a slam. He wanted to go crawl into a hole somewhere and hide from what he had done. He rested for a moment with his back against the door before he realized there was something else begging for his attention.
Aster was hard, and more erect than he had ever felt in his entire life. The boy usually did a good job at keeping those feelings at bay, but there was no stopping the reaction after witnessing that. He felt guilty about his urge, but he stripped regardless and went to his bed, laying down atop of the blankets.
He let his hand trace it's way down his stomach, firmly grasping his tool's base and giving it a little squeeze as his mind started replaying the scene over and over. He shamefully began pleasuring himself to the thought of the pair.
His hand began moving faster and faster as the imagery of the wolf's face pushed to the forefront of his fantasy. The satisfied and contempt look the beast bore as he had climaxed made Aster hungry for something.
His pace quickened even more as he focused on that alluring gaze. It was only a short time longer before the boy's imagination took liberty with the matter. As the human neared his impending orgasm, the image in his mind seemed to shift on it's own.
It was no longer Amboss driving himself into the fox, instead, the wolf's features shifted ever so slightly to take on the appearance of his sister, Stahl. Aster thought of himself bearing that look of utter bliss, staring down at her as he forced himself deeper inside her walls... At her?
Aster felt a tight flutter in his chest when he realized he had replaced the petite fox from his mental scene with the she-wolf somewhere along the way through the fantasy. The human imagined the she-wolf's legs wrapping tightly around his waistline, the feeling of him inside Stahl's body, driving himself deeper with every thrust.
Aster wanted her to clutch at his furless skin while he laid claim to her fur-covered body. He wanted to feel the she-wolf's breath dancing upon his skin just as he had during the first match in the estate.
He wanted to feel the beast gripping him tightly, with those sharp claws pressed into his skin, as he mount her with vigor. He pictured Stahl bearing that same look of pleasure her brother's wife had while he buried his pups inside of her.
Aster felt his body tense at the thought of the slender, beautiful she-wolf being bred by him. With a sharp hissing inhale, the human unloaded onto his chest with the most intense orgasm of his life, leaving the boy trembling as his mind raced to make sense of what he had envisioned while he laid in his own mess and afterglow.
He finally spoke quietly to himself when he realized he had developed an attraction towards his friend and mentor. After finally falling victim to what he had carefully distanced himself from his entire life.
"Fuck."
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