Bad Moon on the Rise
S-Series Characters
B-Bondage
D-Domination
SM-Sadomasochism
MO-Multiple Orgasms
YA-Yaoi
FS-Furry Sex
RIM-Rimming
BF-Bodily Fluids
BLD-Blood
HUM-Humiliation
There was a dankness to these walls. A sort of moisture that permeated the rock and seemed to slide down the cracks like blood from a wound. And the smell did not lend to the charm what so ever. Mozenrath didn't dare touch the rock for fear that it would stain his clothing. He was on dangerous ground here. If he was lucky then they had completely forgotten these levels of the dungeons existed. At any rate he would have to be careful. It wasn't every day he decided to prowl around six levels bellow Agrabah's palace.
There was barely any light down here. Every thirty feet or so there was a small window letting a sliver to moonlight peer into the shadows. He looked up to see the perfect circle of the silver orb, making the desert sands seem to glow with a light all their own. It was odd to know the full moon inspired such fear in people. Such a bright light in the sky made it impossible for thieves and murderers to prowl the streets. Someone was almost sure to see their coming and goings.
Mozenrath hesitated for a moment, the sounds of scratching coming from behind him alerted his senses. If he'd been more patient he would have waited till the new moon came around. The darkness would have taken hold over the night and he could have seen what was going on without all this slinking about. True, he could always be more bold, but frankly he wasn't in the mood for a fight tonight.
What had attracted him to Agrabah, tonight of all nights, had been a rather intoxicating display of power. Nothing spectacular enough to be seen by the naked eye. But his keen undersenses had caught on to it so quickly the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. It had only taken a moment to track the source. The nature of the power had only enhanced his curiosity. It seemed to be pulsing up and down at peculiar intervals. One moment he would feel as though nothing was happening, only to be swarmed with the reaction to wild magic over and over again.
The temptation was too much for someone like him. He let his thirst over come common sense and headed for Agrabah.
The scratching caught his ear again and he grimaced. His sensitive hearing was annoyed by the sound to the point of madness and he wished whoever was making it would just die already.
With all the force of a charging bull a wave of power hit him out of nowhere. Mozenrath gripped the wall for support as his head reeled. He honed in on the source, changing direction down to the next level.
The scratching was getting louder as he walked down the stairs. He frowned and continued onward, taking a risk and extending a pearly light from his gauntlet. This level went beyond where moon light could fall. Pitch black down to the last corner. Mozenrath heard the scratching again and realized the power source was coming from the same place.
What on earth could they have down here? He mused as he headed to a cell door. Something was amiss. He flared the light a little bright after check around himself and blinked in the sudden glare. The door was shining bright, too bright for steel or iron. There were plants, hanging in bunches from the small opening in the head and down where the food was shoved in. He inspected the small yellow flower, quite plain in appearance and recognized it as aconite.
A protective herb. He remembered. It was kitchen magic. The kind used in rural villages where superstition still held. Mozenrath snorted contemptuously. It was the kind of basic spells Destain had taught him in the first few months. Too bad he couldn't remember exactly what it protected against.
Mozenrath felt a strange creeping sensation come over the back of his neck and pulled himself away from the door just as it was slammed into. The scratching was furious, like some massive creature lurked on the other side. Mozenrath straightened up quickly, realizing that he was a little crouched like a cat protecting himself. He sneered and lowered the light in his gauntlet, waiting to see what had happened.
He could hear sniffing. And a low, inquisitive growl.
Something shifted and the wall of magic died down so much he could barely detect it. In fact of Mozenrath hadn't been looking for it he'd have ignored such a low level of power completely. This went against everything he'd been taught in magic. Power wasn't supposed to fluctuate so much…at least not so quickly.
He checked the locks and was surprised to find them simple. Just lift and turn and the damn thing would open right up. Of course that would make sense of a bestial occupant. No opposable thumbs to turn the handle. Mozenrath lifted the latch and stood back, waiting for another attack. When it didn't come and began to creak the door open, pushing the light in his gauntlet back up to get a full view of a cell.
The musky animal smell hit him full force. He wasn't too afraid. If whatever it was attacked he could always vanish back home. What did he care if some psychotic beast rampaged around Agrabah for a few days? "Now what have we here?" he mused as the soft scratching seemed to return. In the back of the corner was a figure, crouched into itself as though terrified of everything. "Who might you be?"
The figure jerked it's head up and Mozenrath recoiled. "What?"
Aladdin was looking up at him trough wide and frenzied eyes. His hair looked unkempt and disheveled, flattened against his face from sweat. His naked skin was dirty and looked slightly gray. The hero blinked rapidly and blocked his face from the bright light, trying to see who had brought it. "Who…who is it?" he said, his voice hoarse and raspy. "I still have another day…" he looked past the light to a recognized face. "M…Mozenrath?" he murmured.
"What on earth are you doing down here Aladdin?" Mozenrath said with an arched eye brow as though highly amused. "What did you piss off your princess or something?" He quickly recovered from the initial shock of seeing Agrabah's great hero locked away in the dungeons. He didn't particularly care what had happened or how. What he did care about was the shivering power coming from the younger man's body.
"You…you shouldn't be here." Aladdin said like he was trying to yell. "Get out…quickly…!"
"Now why would I want to do that street rat?" Mozenrath said and moved away from the door.
"You fucking idiot don't you under stand? I'm chan…" He began to convulse suddenly, bending into himself as though suddenly smashed in half. Mozenrath straightened his spine, as if ready to run at a moment's notice. The power signatures in the room elevated, making little tremors in the air. There was a strangled sound and Aladdin lurched forward, a feral smirk on his handsome face. "Looking at something Moze?" he murmured, his voice lowered about five octaves.
"What in the…" he took a step back as Aladdin raised his head, grinning from ear to ear. The dark brown eyes he was used to had gone bright yellow, glaring at him as a snake does a mouse. He took another step back towards the door.
"Come on now sorcerer." He pulled his lips away from his teeth, showing two long sets of fangs. "A second ago you didn't want to leave!" He lunged with a speed Mozenrath wasn't ready for. He reacted instinctually, dodging to one side and throwing a line of fire at the oncoming street rat. Unfortunately he'd been wrong. Aladdin hadn't aimed for him but the steel door. To his surprised Aladdin slammed it shut, steam rising from his finger tips as he touched the shimmering metal. He grimaced and pulled his hands away, he clinking sound of a lock sliding into place echoed in the hallways.
Aladdin snarled and jerked his hand away, staring down at the dark welt marks on his palms. He blinked once…twice…and suddenly seemed to shake himself out of it. "What in the…no…" he turned back to the door and slammed into it, banging his fists against the side. "No! No! No!" he turned around and looked at Mozenrath. "You…get out of here now…I don't know how long I have!"
"About ten seconds if you don't explain everything to me right now street rat!" Mozenrath grit his teeth, flaring his gauntlet till blue black fire emanated around him.
"That won't do you any good. Magic doesn't work on me any more." Aladdin said weakly, sinking back to the wall. "You need to get out…shit you need to get out now!"
Mozenrath, just for a split second, considered taking Aladdin's advise. No amount of power was worth this feeling he had that something was terribly wrong. He raised the end of his cape, preparing to dissipate from the room. He flung it over himself and stopped. Nothing happened. He did it again, Aladdin watching him from under deep brows. Once again he remained right where he was.
"Of course." Aladdin muttered. "I told Genie to make sure…so even he couldn't try to rescue or help me." He chuckled, soft at first, then louder…then laughing to an almost insane pitch. "Of course!" he stood up, watching as Mozenrath stood his ground, positive that Aladdin had finally gone bonkers.
"What…in the hell…is wrong with you?" Mozenrath said, shaking his head as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Settle in Moze…your in for a very long night…assuming you survive it of course." Aladdin settled down on a bench, grunting as though every muscle ached.
"Is that a threat?" The sorcerer arched. His skin itched and his senses were quivering inside him. Something was bad…very very bad. His every instinct told him to get the hell out and fast.
Aladdin rolled his eyes and frowned. "I'm not threatening Moze…I'm warning you." He looked the long body up and down. "You never should have come here tonight." He said and pointed a long, curved claw at the man. He followed Mozenrath's surprised eyes down to the nail and pulled back, tucking it against his chest. "You should not have come here Moze…" he whispered. "Not tonight…" the voice deepened again, taking on a definite male grunt. "Not tonight…major bad choice…"
Mozenrath watched as Aladdin's flesh seemed to shake and crawl. The magic began to rise in the room again and he flared his gauntlet, aiming the magic at Aladdin's hunched frame with deadly intent.
"Are you stupid or something?" the voice growled back at him. "I just told you that won't work." Aladdin turned back to him, the burning animal eyes meeting Mozenrath's. "Your powers are completely useless against me Moze ole buddy…"
Mozenrath humped. "Oh really?" he let lose his fire, slamming it full force into Aladdin's body. The younger man went flying back into the wall, his face set in pain as the wild blaze ripped against his frame. Mozenrath smiled to himself. "Does that feel useless to you street rat?"
"As a matter of fact." Aladdin said from within the fire and flung himself forward, landing in Mozenrath's chest and slamming his full weight to the ground. Mozenrath gripped his shoulders from the impact, looking up to a bare chest covered in thick, soft fur. "I was wrong sorcerer." Aladdin said and leaned in close, his fangs brushing Mozenrath's cheek. "It kind of tickled."
Mozenrath didn't think. He reacted, lifting his leg up between Aladdin's crotch and making contact. The hero gave a horrid sound, crunching down for a moment as shaking in pain. He grabbed hold of Mozenrath's arms, his hard nails digging down into the flesh till little droplets of blood welled up and stained them red. "That…" Aladdin gave a deep growl in the back of his throat. "Was a big mistake Moze…" he lifted his head, opened in his mouth to release a sound like death. "A big mistake."
Mozenrath almost screamed as Aladdin's lips came down on his own. He was suddenly gripped by the neck and held down, the warm, sweet taste of another mouth pressed to his tongue. Sharp teeth prying his jaw open to slip a wet, firm tongue inside. He was too shocked to know how to react, he pushed hard against Aladdin's chest. He winced and pulled back. It was like hitting solid stone. His muscles now seemed stronger, more solid. There was a dominating force to him that seemed bigger than the body it was in.
With a hungry noise Aladdin released Mozenrat, letting his head fall back to the ground. "Nice…" he growled and looked down at Mozenrath's frozen face. "What's wrong…too rough for you?" he snapped his teeth like a vice grip and ground his hips into the wizards, humming in a strange way.
"You've lost your mind." Mozenrath whispered. "You've completely lost your mind." He shook and slammed his hands against Aladdin's shoulders. "Get off me. Get off me right now!" he yelled. His gauntlet slammed power into Aladdin's frame, trying to get him away.
"You know I could do worse." Aladdin said in a sinister voice. "Especially right now…I could do much worse than a little kiss…"
Mozenrath panicked. Without thinking he lifted his neck and bit down hard on Aladdin's neck, digging his teeth in till he broke flesh. Aladdin howled, tearing at the pale man's body and threw him away, clutching the side of his neck with both claws. "You shit!" he bared his teeth, eyes rolling back into his head.
Mozenrath kicked himself away till his back met the wall. "Stay away from me!" he hollered. "Has years of getting knocked over your head finally screwed up your brain?"
Aladdin gripped his neck for a moment, breathing rather hard. With a sudden convulsion he sat back on his haunches, tears streaming from his eyes. "I'm sorry…oh Allah I'm so sorry…"
"What happened to you?" Mozenrath stammered out, his lips bruised and bleeding from the force of the kiss.
Aladdin looked at him for a moment, the hard glow just flickering behind his warm brown eyes. "About two months ago…I was somewhere out west…in the forest helping out some villagers. Their livestock was getting slaughtered. Sheep, cattle, pigs…just ripped to shreds and left. Not even eaten. There was these huge paw prints all over the place. I thought it was just a wolf…" Aladdin hung his head, tears glistening on his hands and cheeks. "I was so wrong…"
Mozenrath settled down after a few moments, listening to Aladdin tell his story. Every few minuets there was a jump or a sharp growl. Aladdin would look at him with a hungry glean in his eye and suddenly seem to come back in control, extremely apologetic. He had gone out with his pet monkey and the rug to hunt the thing, thinking it a simple task to take care of a wild animal. But the thing proved cunning. It avoided traps and bait, arrows that pierced the rib cage didn't seem to bring it down.
Aladdin woke up one morning to find his little friend slaughtered and hung outside the door to his tent. The carpet was shredded almost beyond repair. And all night he'd not heard a sound.
Aladdin had hunted the creature with a fervor unlike himself. He had finally tracked the animal down only to make a horrible discovery.
The creature wasn't an animal…it was a human.
"At least it looked semi human." Aladdin said softly. "It was a man once. But he had hair down to his knees and all over his body. His eyes glowed like burning embers and his ears and nails and teeth had grown long. He looked half animal." Aladdin rubbed his shoulders as if cold. "I had to kill him. I thought he was just insane. But in the scuffle he…he bit me…" Aladdin lifted his arm and showed Mozenrath a row a tooth marks on his rib cage. "It never heals…" Aladdin whispered and touched the purple blue marks. "No matter what we try…"
"A lychen." Mozenrath said somewhat nervously. "A wolf living inside a man…"
"The people in the village knew." Aladdin said. "The minuet they found out I'd been bit they chased me out of town." He sneered, the teeth showing. "Within a month things started happening to me. At first it was just little stuff. I could hear people whispering across the palace. I could smell it when new flowers were being planted. I felt strong…healthy…more so than I ever have in my life. Like nothing could hurt me…" Aladdin's voice sounded almost wistful. "Jasmine just thought I was getting egotistical." He chuckled.
"But the truth started to come forward. As the full moon got closer and closer I would start changing more drastically. I got aggressive…I was…I couldn't get near other animals without them freaking out. I made a horse run itself into the river and die." He shivered. It was almost as if Mozenrath wasn't in the room anymore. Like he had needed to talk this out for ages but had no one to confide in. "I ignored it. Strange things happen around here so often. I started getting more…sexually…aggressive. Jasmine didn't seem to satisfy my appetites…she tried…but I…!" He sounded shocked at himself, dearly ashamed. "I think I hurt her." He shook himself all over. "Allah! It was like I just wanted to throw down the nearest thing and just…" he stopped, as if suddenly remembering who he was talking to. His chest heaved up and down for a moment and Mozenrath stiffened.
"We figured it out quick enough…after the first full moon…after I killed someone." Aladdin said, a strange burning in his chest. "I woke up with blood all over my hands…do you know what it's like?" He said suddenly, turning to Mozenrath with a bizarre look on his face. "To know you've done something horrible…and not really care?"
Mozenrath stood up, feeling his heart pounding against his chest. There was a musky scent in the air. Not a moldy, nasty stench, but a hot and heavy aroma. He could tell it to be animal…like a stallion with a mare in heat. It inflamed his senses! He could feel the arch of his back tightening painfully. He struggled not to show it. "You forget who you're speaking to Aladdin." Mozenrath answered smoothly.
"Oh yes…but then again you're not entirely human either." Aladdin bit his lip as though tasting the air. "Are you Moze?" he hummed and drew closer. "I never noticed before but there is a distinctly…catlike…scent to you." He reached out and took a curl in his fingers. "I can smell it…faint…but there." he bore deep into Mozenrath's skull with his burning golden eyes. "Tell me sorcerer…if I stroke you…"
Mozenrath gasped as the scruff of his neck was seized. He went limp, not quite to the point of curling up, but he did sink against Aladdin's frame, using it to support himself. He'd been so caught up in the moment, the strange, unbearable sensation of bestial desire he hadn't really noticed how close Aladdin had gotten to him. Or maybe he just hadn't wanted to.
Aladdin chuckled deep in his throat. "If I stroke you…will you purr?" He taunted and slipped his free hand down the man's taunt belly. It was hard to feel the shape of him under the bulk of aristocratic cloth he insisted on wearing. But he found his way quickly under the belt and tabard, raking his claws between Mozenrath's white thighs.
Mozenrath suddenly felt something click shut and Aladdin stood back. "You…you bastard!" he yelled and tried to jerk away. Aladdin had taken advantage of the dungeons required accoutrements and manacled Mozenrath to the wall. "If you think I'm going to pretend to be intimidated by you…"
In one movement Aladdin grabbed the front of Mozenrath's trousers and tore them from his body. The necromancer shrank away, his mouth open in shock. "I don't expect you to be intimidated." He said and yanked Mozenrath's perfect thighs apart, exposing his cock and curve of his ass. "I expect you to be afraid." He settled himself between Mozenrath's hips, rubbing the bulge in his pants against Mozenrath's pelvis.
"I'm not afraid." Mozenrath whispered and Aladdin grinned at him. He slid his claws along the side of Mozenrath's jaw, making an odd clucking noise in the back of his throat. He extended one, letting Mozenrath watch as he pierced the top of his shirt and slowly drew a line down, the sound of fabric ribbing. He tore it back as well, letting it fall to the ground along with the ruined pants.
"Yes you are." Aladdin caressed his cheek. "I can smell it." He took his tongue and trailed it in a perfect line across Mozenrath's peach lips. "And I can smell your need too."
The slightly older man gulped. "Aladdin…you are not yourself right now."
"Ah but that's where you're wrong." Aladdin tsked. "And you're supposed to be smart." He brushed a lock of hair from Mozenrath's face and took a long whiff of it. "I am more myself right now than I have ever been before. As a matter of fact I am completely…my…self." Aladdin punctuated the last two words with a kiss on Mozenrath's temples. "See that's part of what the curse does it unties your normal inhibitions it unlocks the door to your deepest wants and desires and removes…" he paused for a moment, kissing the side of Mozenrath's neck. "Removes any hesitance you may have about getting what you want." He took his hands and pressed them against Mozenrath's chest, splaying his fingers out across the nipples to rub on them teasingly.
Mozenrath bit his lip to stifle a moan. This was too much. "Your crazy. Your out of your mind…"
"You know I said the exact same thing to you once Moze." Aladdin whispered, taking a perky bud between two fingers and twisting it. Mozenrath arched and whimpered. "Right before you strapped me down to a table and tried to suck my soul out of my body." He moved quickly, clutching the sorcerer's leg and lifting it against his own to separate the taunt ass cheeks. "I'm going to enjoy this Moze. I can ever make you enjoy it if you behave."
"I don't want…" he gasped out as Aladdin caressed the white line of his rear. "Aladdin…" he turned his head to the side so he didn't have to see those wolves eyes watching him. Why did he feel so weak? Why was his body being so accepting to this aggressive treatment? It was as if he had no say in the matter. "Aladdin please!"
"Are you going to beg me to stop?" Aladdin questioned. "Are you afraid of being bitten in the throws of passion?" Aladdin mused and bared his teeth, bringing them to scrape dangerous close across Mozenrath's frail skin. "I'm going to have to be careful not to bite you Moze…you do look so very tasty." He gave a low laugh as Mozenrath shivered against him. "Or are you afraid I'm going to hurt you? Tear you to pieces the same way I did the poor man on my first night?"
'I am not afraid of you." Mozenrath said, but wasn't completely sure he believed himself.
"Always the tough guy eh Mozenrath?" Aladdin said and slipped his finger down the separation of Mozenrath's cheeks. His finger pressed the tense little circle of Mozenrath's entry and the sorcerer moaned, his mind reeling between resistance and desire. A flash a silver caught his eye from around Aladdin's neck, he could see the archaic and magical symbols around it.
"What…what is that?" he gasped out, feeling the burning power inside it.
Aladdin pursed his lips for a moment as if irritated. "If you must know." He reached into his shirt and pulled out a small silver disk on the end of a silver chain. On the charm was some ancient artists rendition of a wolf head. Around it were little slashes and markings, as if it had been clawed into at some point. "Iago found this little trinket for me amount Jafar's things. It helps me keep the full beast at bay. But it hurts…it hurts to resist. Sometimes I just want to tear it off and be free."
Mozenrath watched as the shine played across Aladdin's features, showing a parody of sadness in his face. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked, more to himself than to Aladdin.
Aladdin tilted his head to one side, thinking. "What if I tore this off?" He said and lifted the necklace up to Mozenrath's face. "Do you want to know what I would be if I just took off this necklace right now? Do you even want to imagine what I could do to you!" He took a handful of Mozenrath's hair and ripped it back with such force some of it came out.
Everything froze for a moment and Mozenrath realized he had screamed. Aladdin stood there, face in an unreadable mask as he reached between them and stroked a tear off the sorcerers beautiful cheek. "I don't want to hurt you." Aladdin said softly, running his fingers along the fine flesh. He teased them down the small of Mozenrath's back and down between his cheeks, placing a single digit at the puckered entry way. "And I'm going to try very hard not to…" he made little concentric circles each one pushing teasingly deeper into Mozenrath's body.
Mozenrath felt a pink blush rising on his cheeks and bowed his head, hoping Aladdin couldn't tell.
Aladdin stopped…then pushed his finger all the way inside. "My my my." He said with a roguish grin. "What have we here?" He took a second finger and slid it in with no resistance, the body opening gently for him. "Your already a little stretched Moze." Aladdin chuckled ruthlessly as Mozenrath's pink blush brightened. Aladdin continued to push his fingers in and out, teasing the entry to be sure. "How exactly did that happen?"
"Aladdin…" Mozenrath murmured, feeling the warmth from the penetration burrow inside him. A sweet feeling of fulfillment was starting to escalate. His ass was quivering with unaccustomed sensation, his thighs expanding and contracting with steady pace. "Aladdin please…" he gasped as Aladdin pushed a third finger in, meeting only a little resistance. A feeling somewhat like a muscle spasm hit deep inside his body, like little waves of heat quivering over his body.
"Tell me something Mozenrath." Aladdin asked, leaning in close and brushing the side of his cheek into Mozenrath's neck. "Do you touch yourself at night?" He heard a shocked gasp and splayed his fingers apart, feeling the wet tightness inside Mozenrath's body. He felt a warm flush against the sorcerers flesh. He watched as Mozenrath's face grew bright pink. "Do you fuck with yourself…hum?" He asked and Mozenrath nodded, eyes closed. "What do you use? What do you use to spread your body open?" he quested inside deeper, wanting to know the answers.
Mozenrath moaned as Aladdin's fingers brushed past the little nub of pleasure at the back of his tunnel. How he could be so gentle with claws the man had no idea. "A toy…something given to me in Japan." Mozenrath answered.
Aladdin's golden eyes sparkled, the pupils dilating as if trying to look past skin. "And what do you do?" He reached behind Mozenrath and took a firm hold of the chains, ripping them off the wall. Mozenrath fell forward onto the stone ground and whimpered, barely catching himself. His hips pulsed with building need. "What do you do to yourself?"
"I…" Mozenrath whimpered, his vision going foggy. "I stretch myself, the same way your doing." Mozenrath gasped as Aladdin nodded and bent him over, his cheek pressing to hard floor. "I'm very tight…I have to be careful!" he wailed as Aladdin slipped two fingers back into his body, scissoring them open against the pressing walls.
"Ummmhumm. And what else?" Aladdin mused in a hypnotic voice, his thumb gently massaging the sorcerers testicals. Mozenrath buried his head and buck back against it, desiring the touch with increasing fervor.
"I…I stroke myself…slowly, building up to it." Mozenrath felt his cock harden to greet Aladdin's strong, firm hands as they ran over the base and shaft. He felt himself tighten around the fingers just from reaction. "Nuuuuiiiihhhh!" Aladdin gave a short grunt as if frustrated and forcefully pushed his fingers in, spreading the tunnel open till space could be seen between his fingers. Mozenrath gave a long groan as he was brought to full erection, the tip of his cock touching his abdomen.
"My my sorcerer…is this what you've been hiding?" He whispered and began to pump the hard organ faster. Aladdin took delight in Mozenrath's face as he brought his teeth in contact with the soft flesh of Mozenrath's inner thigh, scraping it dangerously down the edge.
"Please…ahhhh…please don't bite me." Mozenrath whimpered and jerked as Aladdin bared his jaws till they pressed into the muscle.
Aladdin pulled back just before breaking the skin. "Scared?"
"Yes." Mozenrath gasped out, terrified of what was happening.
The predator eyes softened for a moment and the warm brown sugar iris looked down at Mozenrath's body. "Don't be." He said in a voice all too familiar. "What next?" the wolf man asked. Mozenrath gulped and turned away, afraid to go on. Aladdin shook his head and stood up, leaving Mozenrath's laying on the floor. "Something like this?" he said and slide the shaft of his cock along the crease of Mozenrath's firm ass.
The necromancer gave a moan that might have shaken walls. "Oh gods…unnnnuuughuuuuh!" he closed his eyes, feeling wild under Aladdin's unrelenting attentions.
"That turns you on doesn't it?" Aladdin said and licked his hand, spreading the liquid over his cock. Mozenrath refused to answer. Aladdin grabbed the remaining chain link between his hands and hauled him up on his knees, bringing them both into a cradled position. The thick head of Aladdin's cock was rubbing firmly against Mozenrath's tight anal entry, throbbing and eager for him. "Does it ever get lonely Moze?"
"Does…what?" Mozenrath gasped out, his anal muscles flexing in and out.
"Always having to be in that dark…horrid Citadel." Aladdin said and wrapped his clawed fingers around the flesh of Mozenrath's body, tailing round every nook and cranny to find the bits of skin to make him shiver. "No company but the mamlucks…and that annoying eel." He grazed his teeth across the man's spine, kissing down hard on each vertebrae. "The darkness has no friends, for they can not see him." Aladdin whispered and turned Mozenrath around to him. "I'll be your friend Moze…just for tonight." He growled so as to vibrate the soft flesh of the sorcerers spine.
A sudden lunge of power and Mozenrath had been entered. He gasped, his body seizing up unexpectedly. Slowly, with his mouth opened and his eyes scrunched shut, he began to feel what had just happened. He let out little breaths as his muscles began to untie. Little by little, he could feel the full breadth of Aladdin's hard cock inside his body. He looked up into the hero's face and moaned at the satisfied smirk.
Aladdin thrust again, knocking against the rippled tunnel. Mozenrath did not make a noise the second time, his body seemed unsure, as if trying to grasp hold of what had just happened. Then with a sudden scream of lust Mozenrath caved into his body completely, his ass loosening just enough for Aladdin to push the rest of himself in.
And he was relentless. He took hold of the lean, shy hips and plunged in to the hilt, his testicals smacking softly against Mozenrath's thighs. Again. And again. And again. He feel into a ceaseless rhythm, each time his masculine moans driving Mozenrath wild beneath him. The sorcerer was no longer a terrified mortal but a wildcat, clawing and presenting himself eagerly for more. And Aladdin obliged, his predator senses overcome with need.
Mozenrath whimpered as Aladdin pulled out, but he was not to be left wanting. Aladdin stood and lifted him up with one arm, turning so that Mozenrath was pressed back to his chest. With arms impossibly strong he lifted the thinner man atop his cock and slammed in once more, the sweet wetness of need glistening on the young wizards thighs. He rocked back and forth, the natural curves of the human body sliding him in and out with maddening results.
Aladdin used his hands to pump Mozenrath up and down on him. Mozenrath bit his lip in a protest of whimpering pitifully. His body was in a blinding heat! He was spread wider than he ever had been before. The gift from his one time lover in Japan was long and thin, meant to tease. But Aladdin's manhood was healthy and thick, pushing his little ass to it's limits. He wished desperately that he had some hold, something to push against and help the penetration along.
Mozenrath whimpered at the sudden swelling of the hard cock inside him and gasped as he was dropped to the floor, the wetness trickling down his thighs and buttocks. With a heaving groan Aladdin came deep inside the sorcerers body. He grasped hold of the hips and slid himself out, falling back for a moment and holding his head as if in pain. "Nuuugh." He groaned and shook himself, pushing the hair away from his face. "Mozenrath…wha…?" he looked down at the pale man, laying face down on the floor, his warm anal entry pinkened at the edges and stretched open. "Oh…oh." Aladdin bit his lip and made a very odd face as if he knew what had just happened.
"Mozenrath…I'm so sorry." He murmured and the wizard began to move very slowly. He tried to stand but after a moment had to sink back down, his body too tense. "Moze…no don't move…" he whispered, all trace of his wolf hood gone. "Moze…look at me…" Aladdin started to reach out to the man but held back, afraid of what he had done…what he might still do. "Mozenrath I'm so sorry…"
"Aladdin…" Mozenrath gave a long moan and began to turn towards him slowly, as if unsure of himself. "Aladdin…please…" he shuddered and turned bright red. His body burned from head to toe. His ass shivered beautifully down to the very core. He was ashamed, humiliated, degraded…and yet.
He needed more.
Aladdin shook his head sharply, tucking himself away. Even being temporarily sated wasn't enough. He could feel the hunger snarling under his skin. His muscles flexed and itched to grab the beautiful creature and plant himself deep inside once more. He could not allow himself to touch Mozenrath again. Already he was feeling the after effects of putting so much of himself into the young wizard. Every time he lost his self control it became harder and harder to keep the beast at bay.
The scent hit him. Familiar and fragrant to his sensitive nose. Lust. Pure unadulterated lust. Aladdin raised his head and met Mozenrath's heavy lidded eyes. The man lay on the floor, his fists clenched, his body naked and glistening in the silver moonlight. His face was flushed from exertion and his lips were moistened as his tongue trailed across them. "Aladdin…" he whispered softly.
Aladdin looked confused for a moment, then let out a slow breath. "You… Mozenrath…you liked it didn't you?" He felt a strange clench in his stomach as Mozenrath closed his eyes and turned a brighter scarlet than Iago. "Didn't you?" He whispered and tentivly touched the soft curve of Mozenrath's buttocks.
"Please…Aladdin." Mozenrath whimpered and suddenly felt his thighs being lifted from the ground. "Wait…what are you…huuuunugh!" He felt his tunnel being pressed into and cocked his head. Aladdin had the sorcerers lower half in his lap, two of his fingers pressed half way into Mozenrath's body. "Nnnnnuh….aaaaahhhh!" Mozenrath's shoulders tensed and he braced himself for more.
The look on Aladdin's face was strange. He was not as he had been only a few minuets ago. Though the gold in his eyes was not gone, he was using him fingers in a gentle, probing manner. It was almost as if he was hypnotized by the interest in Mozenrath's body. He pressed in a little deeper and felt a wonderful humm of desire sing in his body as Mozenrath arched into the pressure. "Relax…ease your body. I'll make up for it." He promised softly and Mozenrath whimpered into his arm.
"Yes…yes Aladdin…" Mozenrath moaned, his body already aroused. He felt himself being pulled atop Aladdin's body. His length sliding until he was even with Aladdin's thighs and the hard, magnificent organ between them. But…but he just came! How can he be hard again already? Mozenrath whimpered, realizing that his night was hardly over.
Aladdin now lay on the floor, his body and Mozenrath's pressed tightly together. He had a perfect view of what he had just taken. His fingers were firmly inside Mozenrath's reddened ass and he pulled them apart, watching the skin react to his touch. The little tunnel was still so tight. Aladdin felt Mozenrath's hard cock at his chest, firm and engorged with blood. He's burning for more, just as I am. And I don't think he's in control of it any more than that. Aladdin realized.
But he had already taken so much. That thin, exotic body had endured a brutal, if beautiful fucking. What right did he have to expect more from Mozenrath even if the wizard could take it?
But I could make up for it. Aladdin realized. I could make up for causing him pain. Judging by the size of his erection it wouldn't take long. Aladdin considered. With a sudden movement his slammed his face into the couture of Mozenrath's ass, his hunger building slowing inside.
Mozenrath's resulting scream echoed off the walls as he suddenly felt Aladdin's tongue join his two fingers at his entry. He felt the head of Aladdin's cock twitch and whimpered, knowing it ached for more. Aladdin's little pink appendage darted in and out of his sphincter, teasing along the soft, exposed ridges. He burrowed his fingers in deeper, brushing past the hot, knotted prostate as Mozenrath wailed in agony. "That's it." Aladdin encouraged, kissing the little hole tenderly. "Show me what you need." His breath went ragged again and it took a sheer force of will to stop from morphing again.
"Aladdin!" Mozenrath yelled, unable to think. "Aladdin yes…please… nnnnnnuuuujjjjjaaahhhh!" he turned bright red, unable to understand why he made such strange noises mid coitus. Aladdin did not seem to mind. In fact the loud he became the more engulfed in pleasuring him the wolf hero seemed to become. Mozenrath nearly fainted as Aladdin removed his fingers and slammed his tongue into Mozenrath's body as deep as he could, sweetening the insides till they glistened. He took his hands and worked his way under Mozenrath's body, slowly stroking the man's enraged cock. Mozenrath when rigid in his touch as Aladdin played his instrument beautifully, stroking and pulling till it threatened to explode.
The sorcerer could no longer halt himself as Aladdin's lips changed position to suck his cock in. With near abandon he threw himself onto Aladdin's manhood, pulling it into his throat and moving his tongue against the hard phallus. Aladdin gave an approving grunt and devoured Mozenrath, tilting his head back to pull in deeper and deeper. His fingers found their way back into Mozenrath's body, keeping him open and comfortable.
Aladdin has been right. Mozenrath was so close and frustrated that it took only a few minuets of teasing to bring him to climax. Aladdin let the sweet white juice spill into his mouth as Mozenrath buried his face in Aladdin's thighs to mask the bellow of cumming. Aladdin hummed in satisfaction and licked his lips, savoring the intensity. Mozenrath went limp against his body, panting, his body aching from exhaustion.
"Aladdin…Aladdin you bastard…you made it feel good." Mozenrath sobbed and bit down on his knuckle. "Wha…wait…wait!" he yelled when Aladdin took firm hold and picked up the lean man, tossing him on the bed. "Aladdin!" Mozenrath whimpered as another wave of power swarmed into the cell. The sorcerer turned to see Aladdin's teeth grit, his eyes blazing like hot coals and his claws flexing to dig into something. "Aladdin…oh gods…!"
Without another word Aladdin fell on him, he pulled open the milky white body and slammed home so hard the bed banged into the wall. Mozenrath shrieked, his body full again. Aladdin's pulled in close, the dizzying scent of sec and passion and hunger swimming in Mozenrath's nose as the thick manhood pulled him in four different directions. It still ached a little but it did not hurt as it had at first. Mozenrath suspected it never would again.
Aladdin took Mozenrath from behind, burying himself in until nothing but his testicals could be seen. Each thrust was so determined that the bed hit the wall, sending little rocks and dust flying in the room. Mozenrath grabbed the sheets for dear life, his muscles left without the strength for resistance. His prostate was being rammed so hard blinding white light clouded his eyes and his heart stopped beating for an instant. He could not breath. He could not think. He had no desire to do either anymore. Mozenrath only wished that Aladdin wouldn't stop.
The hero ruthlessly abused the sorcerers hidden nub of pleasure. He could feel it swelling just as he could see Mozenrath growing hard again. He took Mozenrath in his hand again, filling his body to the brim and pumping his manhood quickly in time. Mozenrath cried out wordlessly, his face strained so hard the lines would never disappear. With deafening force they both came again. Aladdin's body emptying itself into Mozenrath's tight little orifice as Mozenrath spent himself on Aladdin's hand. The street wolf panted for a minuet, his pupils dilating and contracting as he slowly slid out. Aladdin fell down on the bed while Mozenrath seemed to merely sink into a puddle.
"I have no bones left." Mozenrath whispered faintly, eyes flickering open and closed. "I have no body left." He moaned and looked over at Aladdin, a small smile on his plush lips.
It was returned, the sharp glint of Aladdin's fangs terrifying and exciting the necromancer. He moved with such a suddenness that Mozenrath was caught off guard and took the man boldly in his arms, throwing Mozenrath's arms around him. He kissed Mozenrath with a heady strength, completely disallowing refusal of his will. Mozenrath sank into his body and moaned passionately.
His second big mistake that night.
With unbridled animal lust, Aladdin sank his teeth into Mozenrath's shoulder bone. It was the first time in nearly a month that he had tasted fresh blood. Mozenrath did not scream. It was not as painful as he would have thought. In fact it…it felt oddly stimulating. He shivered, his muscles on the right side going numb as Aladdin snarled into his flesh possessively. It was as if he was proclaiming to any ardent suitors that this prize was his and his alone. No others had rights to mate with Mozenrath save him.
Mozenrath dug his nails in as Aladdin pulled his ass open again, stroking his shaft into full erection and placing it at the burning, beautiful red star of his entry. Mozenrath looked him desperately, eyes wide and face horror struck. "Aladdin…I can not…I can't…you'll break me in two…" he barely breathed out, his whole lower body tensing at the mere thought of taking Aladdin yet again.
Aladdin lifted his head, pulling his jaws from Mozenrath's body. Red blood leaked out of the holes and slipped down the sorcerers chest, abdomen, pelvis and thighs. The bite would not kill him, but being half animal as he was there was no telling how it might change him.
Aladdin chuffed and grabbed a handful of Mozenrath's hair, sniffing his neck as if it were a sweet treat. He laughed under his breath, the sorcerer shivering, unable to stop whatever came next.
"Do you know Moze…that in the wild…" he locked eyes with the sorcerer, a near psychotic light in his eyes. "…two wolves will mate up to seventy five times a day during their season?" Mozenrath's jaw dropped open and he whined, stomach churning at the thought of it.
Aladdin scraped his teeth along Mozenrath's ribs, taunting him without mercy. "Seems to me…" he said. "…we have a long way to go." And with a great roar he plunged in again, Mozenrath falling against him in defeat.