After the bombs fall, a beautiful young man struggles to survive in the barren wastes. When he's found by a handsome werewolf, he's offered protection. But what will he have to give the wolf in return?
WARNING: This explicit 5,800 word story features the depraved and unbelievable romance between a werewolf and a slender, beautiful young man at the end of the world.
Excerpt for Adults Only:
"Hmm," Grail growled low in his throat. He looked across the fire at that pretty, young face. Maybe there was something this one had to offer. He set down his canteen and leaned forward, saying, "Tell you what. I know you're hungry. Everyone needs to eat. I've got some needs of my own."
"Needs?" Val asked, pulling slightly on his threadbare shirt. He found the way the big werewolf was eyeing him like a steak uncomfortable.
"Sure," Grail gave him a smile full of big, sharp teeth. "I can get you fed. But first, I need you to take care of something for me."
"Okay! Anything you want."
"Good," the wolf grinned wider as he slipped one of his big hands to his lap. He dragged his fingers suggestively over a very noticeable bulge growing against the fabric there. "Why don't you slip off those rags and show me what that nice little body looks like?"
"What?" Val yelped, shrinking back. The werewolf couldn't have said anything more unexpected. Yet he couldn't take his eyes off the hypnotic rhythm over that throbbing length. He found himself wondering just what those gray cargo pants were hiding. He gulped down his rising fear and said,
"I-I've never done anything like that."
"Fresh meat, eh?" Grail asked, his tongue running over a pair of full, red lips. "It's been forever since I've broken in a virgin."
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