A quiet life is all Duke Blaine of Anderon ever wanted. He wondered if the unconscious knight at his feet if granted immortal would accept stepping away from courtly life to live without noble society. He himself never regrets not having an interest in either pursuit of greater fortune than granted nor social accolades of war during his long life.

"You should not have entered my lands. Were you not warned?" Blaine said as he knelt and brushed a blond lock from the knight's forehead. He hated to see such beauty marred -- armor strewed about, shredded as if it were nothing, revealed bloody lacerations.

He'll be dead soon, Blaine thought as he stood and gazed across the valley, the setting sun caught his attention. His eyes shifted to two muscular humanoid beasts silhouetted in golden sunlight that watched him several paces down the inclined meadow. The wind blew their fur as it did the clouds swept across the sky from the north. One signed to him that the man had been warned.

Another moment passed as he listened to bird song from the surrounding trees.

"Bring him to the birthing tree," He said in a sigh, his mind made up.

One of the man-beasts stepped forward, picked up the knight and throw him over its shoulder uncaring. It knew Blaine's decision meant the man's soon demise -- he was stupid like all human men, it thought, not to have heeded their warning. The other beast approached, knelt so its head was at Blaine's level, a hand wet with blood held out to him.

Blaine touched it lightly avoiding most of the gore. "No thank you, I will walk," he whispered.

The beast carrying the man began to pant that sounded like a laugh, the other whined a bit under its breath to Blaine then growled louder at the laughing one.

"Don't fret Domus. You and your black furred brothers will enjoy me this evening while your fair-haired brethren guard our territory."

Domus immediately went from growl to panting, tongue out and drooling. His companion whined a brief second, went silent and stood up straighter to full attention eager to protect what was his.

Duke Blaine was a tall delicate man with short cropped hair for practicality. In his dukedom, he was known for long raven hair that unfortunately accentuated his feminine features and manner. Rumors of manly softness or men loving men in a land ruled by laws governing sexuality would have been a grave concern for any ambitious man of rank. However, Blaine cared not about political power. He was an aristocrat scholar, a genius at alchemy.

He had made a remarkable discovery, where many had failed he succeed. Blaine had achieved the philosopher's stone. Granted eternal youth and immortality he knew all too well the greed of his noble peers. They would descend upon him should they learn of his achievement.

In the span of a normal lifetime of 50 years, he quietly did research in magical and alchemical libraries of both renown and those of unsavory tomes spoken of only in secret if at all. Once he felt he learned enough he fled his dukedom in disguise to a forest rumored to possess strange creatures. What better place, he reasoned, for a man such as himself.

He was not disappointed by what he found, a large powerful wolf and men mixed hybrid. After more than one failed attempt to devour him the beasts tolerated his presence and began to gather at his homestead after hunts and to sleep while he built a cottage.

The two wolfmen took position behind him as he walked up to a large old tree next to his home, a tree he modified into a homunculus vessel type creation centuries ago during his first decade in the forest.

"Place him here please," He pointed to gnarled upright roots that already sought the knight's body.

The knight would have been restless here, Blaine told himself. Let the tree gather his flesh and memories to add to his offspring.

"Call your brothers to mark the body with their milk before the tree pulls the body into the ground. Those with black fur are not to participate. Do not eat him either," Blaine said with a slight smile.

One of the two beasts huffed in disappointment, the other howled and was answered in the distance by a chorus of howls in return. Soon a dozen wolfmen would be coating the once dashing man with semen.

Not six months ago another knight had cut into his domain and now three dozen swollen fruit hung from the tree, the warrior's offspring in a sense. The short time between the two intrusions raised his suspicions and will need to be looked into, but that will be for another day.

He bred his beasts for certain traits, some had refined angular features while others had shorter snouts than others with more powerful jaws. Their fur was a spectrum of earthy tones of red, golden blond, to black. Blaine liked the long fur growing from their forearms and shortened as it reached up on to their strong shoulders. Their heads were covered in thick fur and thin short fur covered their faces, thickened on their backs, thinning to their buttocks, their torsos were covered in as a man would be, legs from hip to ankle were covered in fur.

He bred for bedchamber amusements too. The first wolfmen he encountered had impressive dicks, he added to it over the years to something of monstrous dimensions. He was immortal after all, nothing could kill him or cause him serious pain. Why not go for equipment that stretched boundaries of the possible?

A difficult dilemma he dealt with was a holdover from their canine ancestry, the penis bone. It was the cause of considerable trouble when he first encountered their plight. The bone, because of the creatures' current bipedal nature, would often get painfully bound against internal muscles resulting in overly aggressive behavior in the pack. After studying the issue numerous times while performing fellatio on all of the wolfmen he learned and taught them how to position the bone so the bone glides up into the hardening erection by applying pressure upward under the ball sack before fully aroused. Blaine felt breeding out the bone would negatively impact his goal of achieving huge meaty endowments and diminish a key aspect of their usefulness to him since the issue was easily self-managed by the wolfmen.

"Domus, you and your other black brothers bring down the pods to make room for another harvest, please. They're ready to hatch."

The wolfman nodded yes and since the pack was within range now Domus could communicate telepathically with them. A volunteer will automatically go to the nearby village to tell the head human female pods were to hatch tomorrow. At every hatching women who had birth children and all male children, the females permit to attend are involved in the process.

Domus was excited he see Blaine this evening and share him with his black brothers.

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Within the bowels of the hill, a small mountain actually, Blaine stepped into one of many chambers he excavated aided by his alchemy and by his wolfmen. Each color of the wolfmen had a grand chamber for special occasions particularly when they mate with Blaine as separate colors. The stone of the blacks' chamber was black marble with veins of each packs' fraternity color.

He thought it was silly the wolfmen insisted on subgroups based on fur color. He theorized the source of this self-segregating impulse was remnants of the knights. He used the warriors for breeding material and their memories were inherited by their wolfmen offspring through the birthing tree in a fragmented state. Even in death, their social conditioning was passed down.

The wolfmen always enjoyed mating in their perspective chambers since every brother had time to not hold back and knot with Blaine, no need to quickly dismount to accommodate the next pack brother because time moved differently under the hill. One hour in a chamber is one minute outside.

Blaine knew the wolfmen enjoyed spending as much time with him as possible and this was the only time each could spend several hours or longer deep in him knotted. Each wolfman was different in how they spent that time stuck in him. Some liked Blaine to hold them facing each other missionary style while he rubbed their picks, shoulders, and ears. Others frenched him, sticking their tongues down his throat and Blaine exploring their teeth and mouth with his tongue.

Few ever chatted with him asking questions while bound together, Domus was different. He, like all his brothers, always took chamber time to reestablished they're sacred mate bond with Blaine by biting him viciously just before releasing their seed into him.

They either bite down hard on his neck while it's fully in their mouth or bite his shoulder. The result is always the same, an immediate overwhelming orgasm. The sound of bone-crunching between their teeth then the wave of heat from Blaine's body as it repaired itself in a blink combined with being balls deep inside him and then the blood gushing into their mouth is a holy experience to them -- blood regenerates them, strengthens them all. Each time is proof of his love and the sharing of his miraculous being with them.

Domus stepped away from a basin, his muzzle dripping wet. Each chamber had the same basin the wolfmen used to wash their mouths in before mating with Blaine. He reached down to adjust his penis bone and stepped in front of Blaine, bent down to slowly lick Blaine's offered hand. He picked him up, straddling Blaine on his hips, hard dick shaft pressed firmly between Blaine's butt cheeks. One of the pack moved Domus' dick shaft to the side and began to lick Blaine's asshole, preparing it for the first cock of the evening. Blaine's hole unclenched signaling the pack mate to position Domus' dick, dripping with precum. The thick cock gently worked its way in, coating Blaine's rectum with wolfman juice.

Domus' massive clawed hands wrapped around Blaine's thighs. He lift him up, began to work Blaine up and down on his long girthy shaft. His tongue taking every opportunity to lick Blaine all over his chest, face and plunging deep into his mouth. Blaine bit Domus on the lip to let him know Blaine wanted to explore him, so he stopped with his snout open. Blaine worked his tongue gently up into Domus' nostrils careful not to go too far then traveled down and nipped Domus' large canines. This excited Domus to move Blaine faster up and down on his monster cock.

Blaine knew from Domus' fast deep breaths and heavy panting he was getting ready to do the mating bite. So he relaxed his body and exposed his neck to Domus. He slammed Blaine down into his lap hard, impaling him on his dick, in a flash he snapped his jaws on to Blaine's neck clapping down motionless. His dick knotted with the sound of crunching bone, his shaft pulsed wildly, spewing semen heavily up into Blaine's guts. Blood flooded his mouth, a wave of heat struck him then penetrated his heart. Everything stopped with an inner explosion of white.

He woke to brothers still around him, their thick monster cocks in his and Blaine's face coating them in precum. His dick was still planted in Blaine. Blaine was suckling on his nipple. Domus sighed happily, gently raised Blaine's head and licked slowly licked his face, ears, and head.

Domus stopped and tapped Blaine on his cheek to get his attention then began to sign and chatted as they waited for his dick to unknot. They always had an audience curious about what Blaine had to say..