🐾   He had traveled almost 1500 miles, as the crow flies, covering almost 100 miles each night -- over hills and vales, over high mountain passes, and across farmlands -- finally reaching the land of his Vision, a place he had never seen before... the earth and air he had smelt, but had never known earlier.

Finding the grotto deep in the woods behind the castle, almost instinctively seeking it out... a place that had been lived in, his acute sense of smell promptly picking up the scent of past residents - an odor oddly familiar, the scent of blood kins!

Soon settling in... roving the surrounding woods and small communities - marking out his territory, establishing his reign as the Alpha... unaware of his past, his origin.

It had been five years since his arrival at the foot of the castle -- his Promised Land, his fief -- then came the summer when he turned eighteen ( in human years ), and the following full-moon night he got back his human form, along with his human memory... and the secret of the Beast of Gévaudan's curse on his family... the purpose of his existence... the sole reason of his being!

And along with that knowledge came the ability to shape-shift at will -- he could now take on his human form whenever he chose to... and turn back into a wolf if he so willed -- he didn't need the full moon anymore!

⛪   The boy never knew his parents, nor where he came from. All he knew was the abbey, and the monks...

And the tiny rural community - a cluster of cottages in the mountainous and forested depths of the Pirineos...

The little village, close to the blessed town of Xabier, dominated by the Abbey and its grand spires. It's ancient, miraculous chapel dating back to its founding as a small cloister for the monks, now a hallowed place of pilgrimage for the pious from across the land.

Then one day, when he was a boy of maybe ten, Brother Domingo took him aside after choir practice... and soon it became a regular affair - sometimes after school hours, sometime after dinner... occasionally overnight.

It was like an unseen door, a floodgate, had been opened - and soon there was Brother Pablo... and Brother Mateo... each seeking him out... hovering close, attentive... a pat here, a word of appreciation there... a candy once, a small toy from the nearby town another time!

Sometime individually, sometime together.

Taking him to the privacy of their room... hugging him, before stripping him naked... toying with his tender young body like he was a cute plaything. Touching and groping, caressing and kissing... setting off weird tingles that nearly drove him out of his young mind. And oh, all the sweet things they said as they touched and played with his most intimate spots!

Eagerly awaiting for the brothers to come again and take him for their secret rendezvous.

And soon they were taking and placing his tiny hands deep within the folds of their robes... to places he wouldn't have dared to venture on his own. Making him touch scarily large, scalding hot body parts that he had no idea of... his fingers tangling in what seemed like a jungle of hair...

Before finally showing him what lay hidden in those folds... feeding him their engorged manhood... giving him a taste of their salty seed!

Then, as a fine fluff began to appear along the edge of his upper lip, and around the base of his own boy penis, the satiny smooth pubic mound soon showing hints of fine strands of straggly golden hair... the loving brothers lost all interest in him!

It confused him, hurt him even... left him devastated with a sense of being forsaken... suddenly alone, crying himself to sleep.

Around the same time he had joined the soccer team, and that's where Brother Lucas discovered him... inviting him over to the coach's office -- the young boy receiving his life's first blowjob, shooting for the first time his previously unshed pubescent milt into the magical mouth of the coach!

Things went on for almost a year... Brother Lucas giving him pleasure that his young mind could have never imagined... kissing, licking and touching every tiny inch of his growing body... exploring every fold and crevice... his fingers and tongue leaving nothing untouched, going places that were wildly unimaginable to the young boy... flicking and fluttering with promises of even more to come!

"You turn thirteen this weekend," Brother Lucas said one day as they lay panting, both licking their lips in an attempt to capture the last remaining traces of each other's taste -- the boy's hand still toying with the man's depleted member, the man's fingers circling the boy's vestal orifice, all quivery as it pouted high after the almost hour long of tongue lashing it had just endured.

"We'll go camping," Brother Lucas revealed, nudging the tiny, unsullied opening with his tongue tip, "and on your birthday I'll give you the one gift that every boy deserves on attaining teenhood!"

The words thrilled the boy, and he eagerly looked forward to the promised gift - whatever it night be!

🌳   That Friday, about 3 pm, right after school, Brother Lucas and the boy left the abbey and set out for their planned birthday camping trip. Headed for the woods, each carrying a backpack -- two nights and two days in the wilderness, just the two of them... and the promised gift!

The boy hardly able to contain his excitement as he hurried behind Brother Lucas, impatient with anticipation, wondering what the gift might be...

The hush of the woodland broken by their footfall... birdcalls, and the hum of bees... trickling water and the susurration of gentle breeze through trees... an occasional distant crackle, or a hasty scurry closer by...

It was approaching dusk when Lucas finally led him to a clearing deep in the woods, and they stopped, the brother dropping his load and flopping down on the bare ground.

The boy following suit, looking around the lush landscape...

"Come here..." Brother Lucas smiled at the boy, stretching out his arms.

The boy came, suddenly shy, aware that this would be different from all previous encounters... melting in the man's arms as Lucas lifted his face and kissed his mouth, slipping in his tongue... both grunting as they moved and shifted, the man undressing the lad before divesting himself of his robe... both stark naked, hands roving across naked flesh -- touching and fondling, stroking and caressing...

Mouth slobbering as both pair of lips worked furiously... tongue probing and prodding...

The man gently laying the boy down, his mouth moving lower... down the slender teen frame, the tongue wiggling as it drew moist patterns across the soft canvas of the smooth boy skin... tickling and titillating... swirling through the sparse boy bush of straggly silken strands before taking the rigid pubescent cock in his mouth, making the boy groan and writhe, his stomach muscles fluttering like the stormy sea as his hips thrust up, his hands forming tight fists, pushing down against the hard ground.

But the magical mouth soon released him... Brother Lucas' hands hooking under the boy's knees instead, lifting them high as his tongue slipped into the deep cleft between the smooth buttocks... going straight for the tiny anus, stabbing at the tightly clenched orifice.

"Ughhh..." the boy cried out, pushing his ass into the slobbering face, feeling his tiny pucker pulse and pout.

But even before he could begin to enjoy the medley of mind-numbing sensations flooding his body that the lapping tongue had aroused, the mouth abruptly withdrew, leaving him disappointed.

It was baffling, and no less frustrating... after all, he had come to expect so much more from Brother Lucas...

The brother usually lavished him with gentle love and tender care, always paying special attention to the region between his thighs... spreading them wide and spending a substantial amount of time blowing and rimming him... till he was literally blabbering incoherent nothings... shooting furious volleys of his bubbling boy spunk in powerful spurts...

Yet today, Brother Lucas seemed preoccupied, was being cursory... leaving him confused, and heartbroken!

But unknown to him, the Brother did have plans... plans of introducing him to newer stuff - pop his boy cherry!

Lucas rose... and for a fleeting moment the boy caught sight of the man's mighty phallus -- God, it seemed unusually large that evening, fiercely stiff, visibly throbbing...

But he couldn't see it for much longer, for Brother Lucas was tugging at him, pulling him up and turning him around... positioning him on his hands and knees before getting behind him...

Naked, and down on all fours on the bare ground, the little boy wondered... feeling the touch of heated tip against his anus, the rigidity nudging at his tender opening, pressing down on the fluttering hole where moments ago his tongue had been licking and swirling...

Rabid cock in a firm grip, Brother Lucas had just placed the bloated cockhead on the quivering, saliva drenched opening, aligning himself and gently bearing down on the tight orifice... ready to finally breach the virgin portal and enter the boy's previously untouched innards...

And at that exact moment the hour of twilight was upon them - the precise moment of the boy's birth, the moment when he'd turn thirteen.

Everything else was a mere blur after that...

All he could recollect was the sudden feeling of being big and powerful, strong and invincible... faintly remembering shrugging off the man slumped over his back... catching a glimpse of the look of horror on Brother Lucas' face as he lay sprawled on the ground, stunned out of his mind...

And then there was just the smell - smell of warm blood.   And the taste - taste of human gore.

Gushing and flowing as he tore at the man's throat... the burbling liquid wetting his muzzles... filling his mouth... swamping his senses.   Inebriating!

He drank to his heart's content, and then shred the man's gut, feasting on the vile appendage that the human had dared to use in an attempt to invade his innards with... relishing the tasty male gonads... taking a few more bites before the Vision came floating - vision of a castle in a faraway land...

And with the Vision came the scent... and the urge - the maddening urge to get going... reach the place of that Vision...

A place that he was sure belonged to him... a land where his destiny lay!

Leaving the dead human he trotted away into the woods, heading east... setting out on his journey to the promised land...

🐾   It was a couple months after regaining his human form when he became aware of a presence... no, not a threatening presence, but of someone who had read from the pages of Viktor's journal... an act that now triggered his need to turn the person.

Turn him and bring the loup-garou's dying words to fruition. Fulfill the ancient curse, fulfill his purpose of being!

He took on his human form and went towards the village... seeking... and almost instantly spotted the stranger as he walked down from the castle, returning from his trip to the library...

Ian - a man from a distant land... from across the ocean.

Ian - a disbeliever, seeking to explain away the secrets of Nature as fanciful tales of ignorant men!

The sight of the man set his heckles up... every fine strand of hair on his body bristling as he watched him open the wicker gate and enter the manor grounds...

The sight of the man filling his soul with an unknown thrill, sending a frission of excitement coursing through his entire frame as his heart raced, his blood pumping audibly...

The sight also set his loins astir, a powerful tingle engulfing the whole pelvic region, making his phallus swell and harden... throbbing with desire!

The sudden, totally unexpected, arousal bringing back faint, faded memories from the past, from his earlier days as a human... refreshing almost forgotten old images from his time at the abbey... those secret moments spent with the brothers there...

It had been ages since he'd been intimate with a human... and it surely would feel nice to indulge once again after all this years... would be very pleasurable indeed from what he remembered of those early encounters!

His heart suddenly brimming with lust... an intense desire to mate, to breed the man!

Well, the man was a handsome human specimen... nice built... powerful gait... and with very firm, attractive hindquarters!

So, why not?!

He kept his distance, silently observing the foreign man... following him around, noting his routine...

Noting the man's keen interest in the young boy Cristian... detecting the intense sexual desire, smelling his arousal... sensing the tension, and his reluctance...

It was clear that the man was inclined to man-man sex... or, more likely, man-boy sex...

Well, that only made it easier for him...

He anyway had to turn the man, so why not first mate him?

He would seduce the human, take him to the woods and mount him... penetrate him... mate him, and tie.

And while flooding his human gut with his alpha seed, he'd give the fatal bite!

Suddenly remembering that the Harvest Moon was almost upon them.

A perfect time to turn a human!

So, the day before the full moon he made his presence felt at the weekly market... silently watching Ian desperately search for him... before making himself known, letting Ian spot him... and the moment their eyes met he knew he had the human -- Ian was his!

Now it was just a matter of time - wait for the Harvest Moon to rise!

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🌄   Having spent a sleepless night tossing and turning, Ian felt exhausted when he finally got out of bed at the crack of dawn, just as the first light of a new day was breaking.

The awfully loud howls coming from right outside his window, along with the image of those burning, glowing eyes (eyes that he had spotted staring up at him from behind the hedge), each time he tried to shut his eyes had kept him mostly awake.

Weirdly enough, stray thoughts of the stranger he'd encountered at the village square that afternoon repeatedly kept creeping into his wakeful consciousness -- those bewitching eyes, that sultry gaze, that seductive gait -- making his heart beat faster, and setting his loins atingle!

And when he did finally manage to drift off, his restless slumber was filled with grotesque creatures, and vividly erotic images... startling him awake each time, drenched in cold sweat and sporting a raging hardon... horribly aroused, yet utterly shamed by the lewdness of his dreams.

Invariably greeted with another rumbling howl as he lay awake in bed!

As Ian walked down the stairs that morning the house seemed eerily quiet, both Andrei and Elena in the living room, uncharacteristically subdued, seeming distressed.

"Good morning," Andrei looked up nervously (more a sigh than a greeting), while Elena wordlessly went to the kitchen to get his tea.

After a few odd minutes of awkward silence Andrei finally spoke, "Last night was dreadful... never, never in all my years here did a wolf ever enter the grounds before!"

"And never did it circle the house all night, howling away!" added Elena setting down Ian's tea and crossing herself.

"This time it's different..." Andrei nodded his head, "maybe something terrible is about to happen!"

"It's the cursed autumnal moon," Elena cried out with a shudder, "the Harvest Moon!"

Both then recounting age-old legends of the fearsome vârcolac that was supposed to haunt the surrounding woods and meadows... narrating the local lore that Ian was already familiar with, had already heard numerous times over the past almost three weeks!

"Don't you go out today, sir, neither the orchards, nor the woods!" Elena concluded looking at Ian, shaking her head vigorously.

Sure, Ian had been out every single day of his stay at the village - mornings at the castle library, and then cycling around after lunch till late evening, or walking the village paths, visiting workshops, talking to the older folks... and of course, playing with the boys.

But he was done with the library, had everything he needed... and, that morning, he was in no mood to cycle around the woods and meadows, in fact, he wasn't even up for his usual walk to the village square.

He didn't need Elena or Andrei to convince him otherwise!

🌼  After breakfast Ian sat out in the garden with his tablet, going through his notes... or at least, trying to concentrate... yet unable to, his thoughts muddled and confused... his mind repeatedly going back to those shameful dreams, which in turn, for whatever reason, brought images of that stranger floating right before his eyes... like his ephialteses, and that youth, were somehow inexorably intertwined!

Suddenly becoming aware of the panoptic hush, especially after all the racket of the previous night, everything enshrouded in complete silence -- the birds quiet, not chirping as usual, and even the rustle of leaves seeming muted.

Slowly realizing how quiet it was next door too - Mihai and Cristian conspicuous by their absence... the yard deserted!

Cristian's dad worked in the city, visiting home once every other week... but Cristian's mother was always bustling around the house... out in the yard and garden. And old man Mihai was always around, Cristian, of course, pottering about, helping out with the chores...

But no one was there that morning... even the curtains were still drawn!

'That wolf must have really scared a lot of people!' Ian mused silently, once more turning his attention back to the tablet in his hand.

And as he swiped the screen, he sensed a presence - an unmistakable sense of being watched!

Looking around he could spot no one... not in the nextdoor yard, nor hidden behind the hedges... neither the cobbled pathway that winded past the manor garden...

But he was so sure of it, could vouch for it - and yet, there was no one in sight!

It left him feeling uneasy, but he was reluctant to go inside... after all, he didn't believe in all these silly supernatural hogwash.

Lunch, and a quick, quiet nap seemed to lighten things up for Ian, and he felt a lot better, markedly refreshed... suddenly keen on one last, quick jaunt to the village square -- stretch his legs, and fill his lungs with the crisp mountain air! -- before dinner and an early night... with, hopefully, no more howling!

And so he set out after tea, once more joyous.

The sun was low when he returned... walking past Anna-Maria's silent little B&B... past Mihai empty yard... and was about to step through the picket gate of the outhouse when for some unknown reason he felt compelled to look up... towards the woods beyond the manor house...

And there he was, the stranger -- yes, the same youth from the market -- standing beyond the hedge, at the edge of the forest, looking at him...

The gaze direct, and steady... Beckoning.

The call was powerful, and without even realizing what he was doing, Ian shut the little wicker gate... slowly walking towards where the youth stood... seeing him turn and walk into the woods as he approached... silently following the stranger into the dark interiors...

🪦   Immediately after entering the woods behind the castle lay what was once the Count of Brasnov's family cemetery, now long abandoned, reclaimed by the forest... the chapel and crypt forlorn amidst the overgrown grounds, crepuscular under the towering pine.

The youth led Ian through the undergrowth to that decrepit old structure and pushing him against the cold, stone wall, leaned in, his lithe frame pressed against Ian's shuddering torso... looking deep into his eyes, those eldritch eyes twinkling, literally glowing with a light of their own... giving a crooked grin, those full lips weirdly drawing back, kinda curling up, to bare surprisingly sharp teeth... the back of his fingers already caressing his cheek.

Sensing himself go rigid in a single twitch... feeling the powerful throb in his boxers as his rabid cock flexed with excited anticipation, and joyful thoughts of what was about to come!

Closing his eyes Ian let out a sonorous sigh, going totally numb... becoming aware of the scalding heat of the youth's arousal where the teen-crotch was pressed against his lower abdomen... clearly perceiving the magnificent maleness of the boy, distinct even through the layers of clothing.

Sensing the teen's hot breath wash over his visage... before feeling the warmth of those moist, full lips press down on his own quivery lips!

His heart slammed at that first contact, his pulse racing like a freight train as his breath got sucked out... whimpering like a child into the boy's mouth as he parted his lips in surrender, the teen quickly slipping in his tongue...

And soon it became a full-blown glossopharyngeal orgy, both hungrily slobbering away... lips cavorting, teeth clashing, tongue prying and probing, darting and fencing as they breathlessly gnawed at each other's mouth -- chew for a chew, nip for a nip -- saliva drooling and spluttering most ungraciously in their ravening lust... both unabashedly noisy!

Eyes still shut tight, ears abuzz, and senses in deep freeze, Ian clung to the teen in a desperate bid at holding on to sanity...

Maybe it was something in the air... in the boy's magical touch... or, in his breath...

Maybe it was the unstated promise those smoldering eyes held... maybe the unspoken pledge those fluid lips were embrossing over his own famished lips...

But whatever it may be, Ian had never been this crazy horny, ever... had never felt such maddening arousal before... it was pure animal lust - FERINE!

... to be continued     ♻