The Hunter Needs Attention.

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Standing up and getting dressed your mind constantly goes over your options, you really want to go ahead and turn the redhead, but you know your choice has already been made. As a Lycan your cravings for meat were beyond that of the normal human, and although you did try to limit yourself to the beast of the woods, the livestock was so easy. There was also the perverse pleasure you got of chasing and devouring peoples helpless property, but due to this the town had started to grow weary. They did not yet know a Lycan was amongst them, the common thought was a pack of wolves had moved into the area, and the young shopkeeps brother had been tasked with hunting them down. You had to prevent him from discovering that there was no pack, only you, killing him would be easy and faster, but that would cause a panic, your moves would have to be barely noticeable if that happened. The thought of turning him had crossed your mind a fair few times, usually before shooting your load from masturbation, the idea of making an alpha hunter human in your beta sissy cock slut always got you rock hard. Your cock even started to tent up as your mind glazed over the idea, the only problem would be he would not be so willing as the innkeeper.

The best idea that would give you your best chance would be to get him alone, seduce him and then trap him. Once you had fed him your cock and shared your curse he would be your little boy toy, who could also keep the town believing in a pack of wolves. Your cock was rock hard now, ready to breed, you thought about getting the innkeeper to take care of it, but you figured you would not have the time, after all you had a shop to help run. You tucked your erect breeding rod into your undergarments to hide your sexual excitement and set out, the daughter waved as you left, her mother giving you a wink and rubbing her bred stomach happily as you left. You entered the shop and spoke to the sister as she was setting up, "hey I don't feel safe leaving while animals are chewing up livestock, so do you think I can work here today and maybe a few more days, just until your brother fixes this". She gave an innocent smile and said in her soft voice, "of course and I am sure he will have them soon, it is what he does best after all".

You spent the day stocking up the shelves with anything heavy that she might have trouble with, you also took time to clean up the store room, and unload some supplies from a traveling merchant. While you did all this you spoke to her, culling her into the breeding slut you would soon take, but also steering the conversation toward her asking you to help her brother hunt the fake pack. It was a hard thing to do, but you had hunted man for a long time, the best way to corner your prey was to trap them with words right were you wanted them. She was much harder than the people you use to fool into being your meals, but your plans were much grander, and you efforts were paying off and by the end of the day she stopped you before you left. "Listen I know you have done so much for us, and many others here, but I am afraid that my brother can not handle this". You paint a face of caring concern as she continues, "he won't like it, but you have told me about so many travels, scuffles and wild animal attack I know you can help him, so will you go with him" you smile and agree to HER idea. With that said you left for the inn for the night, it had been a long day of getting her to think what you needed her to, but in the end it had worked.

You lie in your inn bed thinking over how to stalk him as the innkeeper was happily trying to suck out the second load from you this night under your sheets. You knew this would be a more than one time event, it would take days before you got him where you needed him, and with that you turned to graciously helping her with your hands on the back of her head. You woke up early the next morning , and had a fitting meal, before explaining your plans to the innkeeper, she agreed whole heartedly as you shot your morning load into her thirsty womb, you set out bow in hand as you moved toward the shop. The brother was indeed not happy about the arrangements, his look was more deadly than his bow, you would not be too surprised if he tried to kill you in the woods. That aside his sister seemed to have coaxed him into working with you as best as he could, he didn't say much as you started your trek toward the woods but he tried to be polite when he did speak. You searched for tracks of the non existant pack for hours, any trace would of satisfied the hunter, but there would he none to be found, the day ended bleakly for him and you used this to start setting of your traps of words. You encouraged him, complimented his skill as a hunter, made the mundane thing he did all the time sound impressive and constantly feeding his ego.

The next day followed as the last did, and once more you applied yourself as the carring companion, and although you felt it was having some effect, it was not strong enough. You decided to appeal to the hunter in him, sharing tricks you learned in your travels, showing him new ways to stalk prey, all the while you were stalking him. It took three more days before he opened up any, and by two days after you were close, you learned his one motivation was his sister, he spent his whole life carring for her. That was why he loved hunting so much, sure it had fed them when they were young, and he sold what he killed now, but really it was time alone for himself, the only time he got, he never had a woman, never had friends or parties, you honestly felt sad for the boy, so you decided to help him. While spending another day bunting for evidence of what did not exsist you started to put your plan in motion, while you stalked you "accidentally" slipped pulling him and yourself down a muddy hill covering you both in muck. You played the apologetic face, saying sorry over and over he huffed as he declared the day over, but you set in a new idea. There was a way to clean up and keep the hunt going, you would lose some time but better than losing the day, you explained.

"Theres the stream we watched a few days back not to far from here, we can clean our clothes and our selves there, then we can go back to tracking". He was against the idea, but with a little bit of pressure and logic you swayed him, and after only a short walk you were both bare naked as you dunked your attire in the crystal clear water. You made sure not to drink in too much of his nude form and ruin your plans with an early erection, soon both your clothes were on a rock sunning as you both waded deeper to clean off. It was then you made your move, you snuck up behind to grapple him, playfully like so many male friends do. However while you wrestled with him you "accidentally" gripped his cock. He froze but your hand went to work, jerking and stroking, and in no time his cock was rock hard, throbbing in your hand, he stammered as he tried to stop you. He brain battling for his sexuality while his cock was happy to have a hand other than his own on it, you leaned in and whispered, "I know you haven't had time for women, let me show you something else I learned on the road, something I learned while travelling with all men". He whimpers as he remained unsure, your one hand teasing his cock while the other explored his muscular body, your own rod was rock hard and poking his hip. "It will feel so amazing, much better than your hand, trust me ever man gets pent up now and then, we do this all the time when there's no women or towns nearby" you whisper to him.

Like most men, a few promises of no one ever finding out, of feeling pleasure unknown to him, and the power over his mind his throbbing cock had, he agreed. You led him to the shore and had him lie on his back, "close your eyes, it will make this easier for you" he listened to what you said, you gripped the base of his shaft and started jerking lightly. Next you engulfed the musky head of his cock into your hot mouth, your tongue rolling and thrashing against the sensitive member. With his inexperience you knew you would have him exploding in no time, you picked up the pace on your jerking as your free hand moved to cup and gently squeeze his hot sack, he let out a low moan. You moved on to swallowing a bit of his pole, bobbing your head down part of his shaft, his moans grew as he started to thrust into your mouth. Soon he was at his end, early as you predicted, with a little extra ****, some expert tongue skills and a squeeze of his balls, he fired his hot, salty load into your mouth. You were always a top but you took great satisfaction in devouring his children, the last virile load he would ever shoot, you pulled your mouth from his rod, leaving it wet and sticky. He lie there panting, but his cock remained errect from the whole new world he was being introduced to, "roll over big boy, I Mgoing to lick you some where else" you said playfully.

The panting hunter managed to follow your directions,and soon his ass was up in the air, it was a nice toned muscular ass, but after a while of servicing your pole as your beta it would change into a soft, squeezable, sissy ass for you. "Close them eyes, it makes all this a lot sexier and less weird" you say and once again he obeys, once you see his eyes close you start your shift into your beast form. Your muscle bulge, hair grows everywhere, your cock grows longer into its pointed red canine shaft, the urge to howl hits you but you control it again. You lean in and start lapping at his entrance with your long canine tongue, his cock twitches as he moans unaware of what's coming next. You make sure to spread you thick saliva all around his tight entrance, even piercing it much to his moaning joy. Once he is all nice and lubed up you press forward and let your tip kiss his asshole, his eyes shoot open as he looks back to see you in your Lycan glory. He yells as loud as he can and scrambles on all fours as he tries to get up, you give one hard push and groan as his tight asshole swallows your cock. His yell dies and is replaced by a cry of pain, which becomes a girlish moan as your cock nestles up against his prostate. He cums from your one thrust, and falls to his stomach, you pull out then slide back in, another girly maon as his body jerks as if you had dug a weapon into his nervous system. You start a slow pace, enjoying as his tight asshole and insides fight its intruder, only to shudder and beg for more, he can not talk only moan and cum from your every third of fourth time of you sinking into his hole.

You pick up the pace, letting your clawed hands grip his ass, purposely scratching them, much to his joy. He is little more than a fucktoy already when you lean and in the best growlish way you can ask " do you want me to cum in you" , he replies with a moan and a weak yes. "So you want my alpha seed in you" another weak yes, "to do that you would be my beta, my boy pussy to use for pleasure, you could never have kids and you would have a constant hunger for my seed, do you want that"? This time his only reply was a moan, you slam you cock into him roughly causing him to cum again "answer me" you demand, he moans then lets out a "yessss plllleeeaaaassseeee" you murr in approval and pick up the pace more. "Beg me to knot you, breed you you like a female and turn you" he can only moan another please. You stop fucking him, much to his dismay, he manages to finally say "knot me my alpha, make me only useful as your cock sleeve" his words sent you over the edge as you buried your knot in his depths before it started to expand and your seed started to fill his stomach. "Oooooh fuck I can fill your knot throbbing in me and stretching me, aaaaahhhhhh yes fill me up my alpha" . You lean in and lap his neck showing him what you want, he freely bares his neck to you, "turn me alpha, turn me as you fill me with your knot and cum". You sink your teeth into him, as the curse takes its effect you set there and enjoh his pathetic spasming as it helps milk your cock, unlike the innkeeper however he manages to stay awake. You spend the rest of the evening fucking the boy, making up for all the time he missed, he last long enough that you knot him two more times and his stomach has a bulge for your warm seed, he can't even cum by the time you've knotted him twice. By the time he is given out, you set to dragging him back to his home, your mind makes a small note that his cock has already shrunk as he starts his life as your beta.