A boy named Adam and his Wolf

A boy, his Wolf, and the taboo heat that binds them. When she rejects all other suitors, she chooses the one boy who's always been hers.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
Reader discretion is advised.
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I have a Canadian Inuit Dog named Freya, she looks like a wolf. And I love that. She was a gift from my granddad. He never had her fixed. She had a way of scaring off any interested males, chasing them off with a growl if they dared to approach. She’d play with other dogs just fine, but she would not entertain suitors. It always made me laugh. I’d had her since I was a boy; in fact, I didn’t remember a time she wasn’t with me. But this story I’m about to tell is the day I saw her in a different light.
It was that time of year, and she was in heat. The whining was constant, a needy, frustrated sound, but she still wouldn’t submit to any of the neighborhood dogs. I didn’t understand the dynamics of male and female for either of our species back then.
So when it happened, I didn’t think anything of it. I was naked, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin after a swim in the creek with my cousins, Noel, Lucy, and Alicia. It was that time in our lives when the air between us was thick with curiosity, when we were intensely observing one another, looking at our differences with a mix of shyness and awe. Lucy and Alicia stood before us, their chests still flat but for the two shy, perfect buds of their breasts, their nipples tight points in the cool air.
Noel and I started to react, our young cocks stirring, stiffening as we looked at them. It was an involuntary, powerful response. They saw it, and a nervous giggle escaped them. "Can we... can we touch?" Alicia asked, her voice barely a whisper. We just nodded, our own words caught in our throats.
Their small, warm hands were a revelation. Alicia’s fingers wrapped around me, a hesitant, experimental grip that sent a jolt straight through my body. I felt amazing. But as Lucy’s hand moved toward me, a low growl ripped through the air. It was Freya. She’d been lying in the sun, but now she was on her feet, her lips pulled back, her eyes locked on Lucy. The growl was a clear, territorial warning. Lucy snatched her hand back as if she’d been burned.
The spell was broken. We all froze, the charged moment evaporating into confusion. And then we heard it. "Kids! Get back up here! Dinner's ready!" It was my aunt Cheryl, calling from the house. And, oh boy, did we get dressed fast.

When I got home, I was still buzzing with curiosity. I was still semi-hard. I stripped and looked at myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door. Freya was never far from me. She was lying in her bed, her head on her paws, observing me as I touched my cock. Then she whined. I glanced over, not knowing what she was whining about, and returned to my exploration. I gripped the head and stroked—I loved the feeling of this new power.
Then Freya got up and came over. She ran her wet snout against my cock. It freaked me out and felt good at the same time, so I didn’t chastise her. She did it again, this time with her tongue. Fuck me! That felt so good. Then she returned to her bed, lying on her side and spreading herself out. That’s when I saw it: her vulva. It was a little swollen, glistening. She was whining at me again, a different kind of whine. I remembered what my dad had said about bitches in heat. I remembered seeing a dog breeding at a local farm. And my cock throbbed.
I knew what she wanted.
Was I nuts? Wasn’t this a wrong thought to have? She whined again, a sound that felt like pain in my own chest. Knowing she was in heat and didn't want any other dog… just me.
So, I would try to give her what she wanted. What the hell was I doing!
I called her up onto my bed, and I lay down. She came up, stood over me, looking me up and down. Then she licked my cock again, and that sent shivers through me. She climbed into the space beside me, turning to present me with her ass and full access to her pussy. She would flap her head back and forth, looking at me, checking my reaction. I was so hard. It was go time.
I took hold of my cock, lifting her leg and pushing my hips in under her tail. I rubbed the head of my penis up and down the wet, swollen lips of her vulva. She whined again, a high, desperate sound. “Okay girl, I’m getting there,” I whispered, and then I pushed in.
It was an incredible shock of sensation. She was so warm, so tight, a slick, velvety heat that gripped me perfectly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her tight to the hilt, my entire length disappearing into her. I felt her flex around my cock, a rhythmic, milking squeeze that was completely involuntary and utterly intoxicating.
And so I started to fuck her, slow at first, with deep, deliberate strokes. The bed creaked softly in time with our rhythm. Each thrust was a new wave of pleasure, building on the last. I slowly sped up, my own breathing growing ragged. I was loving it. I looked at her face, turned back toward me, and I saw it—the expression I recognized as her enjoying something. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth open, her tongue lolling out. She was panting, not from exertion, but from pleasure. I knew she was pleased to be fucked by me.
The thought sent a jolt of pure possession through me. This wasn't just some random act; this was her choice. She had rejected every other suitor, but she had chosen me. I leaned over her back, my chest pressing against her thick, warm fur, and I started to move faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the quiet room, a wet, primal rhythm that was the only thing that mattered. My hips began to move on their own, chasing the building pressure deep inside me. I wasn't a boy anymore. I was the mate she had chosen, the one who could give her what she needed. I felt her tense beneath me, a shudder running through her body as a low, guttural moan escaped her throat. That was it. That was all it took. With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could go and exploded, pouring everything I had into her. My body went rigid, my vision whiting out as spasm after spasm of pure, blinding ecstasy ripped through me. I collapsed onto her back, panting, my heart hammering against her ribs as we both trembled in the aftermath.

For a long moment, we just stayed there, connected, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then, with a gentle tug, Freya pulled away. She stood on the bed over me, her fur a wild halo around her head in the dim light. She leaned down and licked my face, her big, rough tongue bathing my cheek and chin in happy, sloppy strokes. It wasn’t a lustful kiss; it was a kiss of pure, uncomplicated joy. She was happy.
Then she did something that made my breath catch. She moved down my body and, without hesitation, lowered her head to my soft, wet cock. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive head, and a jolt of pure electricity shot through me. Fuck, it's amazing. She didn’t stop. She licked me with a focused, determined intensity, cleaning me, her warm, wet mouth bringing me back to life. I felt the blood rushing back, my cock swelling, hardening until it was rigid again, standing up for her.
She lifted her head, her work done, and surprised me by turning. She stood in front of me on the bed, her tail lifted, her perfect ass pointing right at me. She looked back over her shoulder, her dark eyes meeting mine, a clear, unmistakable invitation. And suddenly, I remembered the sexual term I’d heard whispered at school: ‘doggie-style.’ The absurdity, the perfect, literal truth of it in this moment, made me let out a short, sharp laugh.
I climbed off the bed, my knees feeling a little weak. I grabbed her butt, my fingers sinking into her thick, soft fur, and moved her into position. Her back was at the perfect height for me. I took my reawakened cock and guided it back to her wet, waiting pussy. “You want round two, girl!” I chuckled, the sound full of disbelief and newfound power.
And so I began to fuck her a second time.
This time was different. The first time was a desperate, clumsy plunge into the unknown. This time, I knew what to expect. I knew the heat, the tight grip, the incredible feeling. I started with a steady rhythm, my hips slapping against her firm backside, the sound a wet, percussive beat in the quiet room. I watched myself disappear into her over and over, a sight so obscene and thrilling it made my head spin.
Then, a fragment of memory surfaced, something I’d stumbled across online late one night when my parents thought I was asleep. A grainy video, a guy talking about… the clit. How it was the magic button for a girl, the thing that made them lose their minds. My own species, sure, but the idea was a spark. An experiment.
I reached underneath her, my hand exploring the warm, furry expanse of her belly. My fingers searched through the folds until I found a small, hard, slick nub. Her clit. I had found it.
I started to strum it with my thumb, just like the guy in the video had shown.
The reaction was instantaneous and explosive. Freya’s whole body jolted as if struck by lightning. A deep, guttural moan ripped from her throat, a sound so loud and so full of pleasure it was almost a roar. It wasn't a pained sound; it was the sound of a dam breaking. Her back arched, and her legs started to tremble uncontrollably. Her inner walls clamped down around my cock like a vise, a rhythmic, pulsing grip that milked me with every spasm of her body.
I couldn’t believe it. I was doing this to her. I was making her feel this. I thanked the heavens that my parents wouldn't be back for at least another hour; there was no way they wouldn't have heard that. The power was intoxicating. I kept strumming her little button, matching the rhythm of my hips, and she kept making those incredible sounds, pushing back against me, taking me deeper, her body begging for more.
The pleasure was too much for her. Her legs, already trembling, finally gave out. She nearly collapsed, her back end slumping toward the mattress. I reacted instantly, letting go of her clit and wrapping my arm around her waist, holding her up, keeping her perfect ass presented for me. I was supporting her entire weight, and the feeling was incredible.
With her held tight against me, I let go. I stopped holding back and started to fuck her deeper, faster, chasing my own release now. The bed was rocking, my hips a blur, the only sounds in the room our frantic breathing and the wet slap of our bodies. The pressure built to an unbearable peak, a fire in my spine, and then I exploded.
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded shot after shot into her pussy. She was moaning, a loud, helpless sound of pure pleasure, as her body convulsed – I was pouring everything I had into her. The tight grip her pussy had on my cock. It felt like it would never end.
When the last shot of cum passed from me, my strength gave out completely. We both collapsed sideways onto the bed, a tangled, sweaty heap of fur and limbs. We lay there, panting, my cock still twitching inside her, her body still quivering against mine, the room thick with the scent of our sex and our shared exhaustion.
As my breathing slowed, a memory clicked into place with stunning clarity: Freya growling at my cousin Lucy in the woods. The possessive warning in her eyes, the way she’d snarled the moment another female’s hand was on me. A slow grin spread across my face. She hadn't just been protective; she'd been staking a claim.
"Freya," I breathed, stroking her damp fur. "You're a cock blocker!"
In response, she let out a low, rumbling growl, but it was different from the one in the woods. This one was a deep, contented vibration against my side, a sound of smug satisfaction. I chuckled, my chest shaking with it.
That day was the start of a new experience for me. Freya would never have to suffer during her time of heat. And I, it turned out, would never be lonely again.

Adam 1
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