The following months among the Arctic Moon tribe passed in a haze of pain, pleasure, and humiliation. Dyri could convince no one to see him as the man he was. Everyone, even Inotogo, called him Chilam, and addressed him as a woman. Worse still, whatever magic the shaman had placed on him, his body was betraying him.
His hair grew longer, and softer. He no longer grew a beard, or hair anywhere on his chest, back, legs, and groin. A delicate curve dipped into his hips giving him a feminine figure. Even his voice had gone soft. No amount of begging, pleading, or threatening convinced the shaman to return his manhood. Frequently, such actions earned him a swift punishment.
When he tried to cut his growing locks, he was brutally punished by the shaman. Any time Dyri attempted to fight back against these mad creatures, he was met with forces far stronger than he had ever faced before.
Inotogo's begging for him to give up and go along with it went ignored until the night Dyri made a near-fatal mistake. During a coming-of-age ceremony for one of the young hunters, Dyri spat on the boy when a paw reached under his dress to fondle him. For his punishment, Dyri was tied to a post and every available male member of the tribe was allowed to take turns with him. The torment went on for hours. He had been left out in the cold with nothing but the tattered remains of his dress to guard against the biting wind.
Only one wolf among the tribe came to tend his wounds and offer him water once the torment was over. Aitu, one of the hunters who had brought him to the cursed place. His was a gentle soul, patient, and understanding. He graced the tent Dyri shared with Inotogo a few times, though only sometimes for the reason many of the males visited.
Dyri learned over time that Aitu and Inotogo had made a deal back when she first arrived. The tent was large enough for them to engage in hand-to-hand-- or hand-to-paw-- combat. They trained with knives and wrestled in the enclosed space away from the prying eyes of the tribe. After a while, Aitu invited Dyri to join them.
The training became a regular thing. A moment of relief and release Dyri desperately needed. It was the only thing that kept him sane.
Eventually, as the year came to an end, Inotogo left the tent to live with Torlarrin as his mate. The great brown wolf had finally won her over. Now, Dyri was alone in the tent.
Alone to be tormented by the males that came to use him as a pleasure mate. He was there to take in all of their lust and abuse. But Aitu's visits never stopped. He never demanded anything of that nature from Dyri, though, even in private the grey wolf called him Chilam and a female.
Something strange was happening the more Dyri grew to know Aitu. He grew excited in the promised days when Aitu would visit. He began to delight in feeling the hunter's fur against his skin, the scent in his nose, the rough pads of the strong paws. Dyri would eagerly wait for the next visit.
During the night, Dyri imagined Aitu would come to him. He imagined him coming to his bed, pressing him back into the soft mattress, and taking him. These thoughts made the days when the other males came to use him much easier to bear. But Dyri never thought Aitu would come to him like this.
That was until after the New Year's celebration. Dyri lay in his tent after an evening of servitude, feeding the tribes-people, filling goblets, and cleaning the dishes. He was bone tired, but he could not sleep. His mind was too full of Aitu. He had seen him at the party, his fur illuminated by the firelight. The wolf's dark eyes, a-glow with excitement and drink, damn near set Dyri's heart a-flutter.
The tent opened, causing Dyri to sit up in a panic. Late-night visitors never came with good intentions, and Dyri had learned this well. However, this time the visitor was Aitu. The hunter stood in the doorway, swaying on his paws as he stumbled into the dark interior.
"Aitu," Dyri whispered. He stood from the bed and went to the hunter to steady him. "Aitu, what brings you here so late?"
The wolf didn't reply. He merely flopped onto the bed, landing on his back with a grunt. His eyes were shut, but he patted the space next to him. "I did not want to be alone tonight."
Dyri's heart swelled with excitement. For the first time, Dyri did as he was told without a fight. He climbed onto the bed and lay next to the wolf. He took in a deep breath and could smell the fire and mead mingled into the hunter's fur. The wolf was warm and soft, and Dyri could feel the pounding of his heart as he rested a cheek on Aitu's chest.
A strong arm wrapped around his waist. Dyri was surprised by how much he enjoyed how Aitu's arm fit into that curve. Even more surprised by how desperately he wanted to kiss the hunter.
Sharp claws trailed along Dyri's soft flesh as Aitu idly caressed him. They caught in the thin fabric of his nightdress, lifting the fabric inch by inch with each pass. The act was so intimate, that Dyri was ashamed by the reaction of his body. He'd never felt a touch so gentle, yet nothing could stop the growing erection that pressed against Aitu's side.
"Is what you have pressed against me a true feeling?" Aitu's question carried a smile as his fingers teased the skin below Dyri's belly button.
The human groaned in response. He shifted slightly, only for his growing erection to brush against Aitu's furry thigh. "I... I've been thinking about you for some time."
Aitu stopped, earning a whimper from Dyri. "I have as well." He then rolled on top of the human and pressed his hips down, pinning him to the mattress. Aitu lowered his head to Dyri's ear and whispered, "I want you. I want to make love to you. Not rut you like the others-- Well, not right away."
The wolf chuckled. He ran his rough tongue along Dyri's neck as his paws pushed the night dress up to expose his smooth chest. "Such a beautiful creature. The shaman's magic has made your skin so soft, your hair silky, and your lips full and soft."
Aitu's tongue traced the line of Dyri's lips. He licked at the lower lip before easing it into his mouth. Dyri moaned, opening his mouth to let Aitu take over. He sucked at the thick muscle and pressed his tongue against it, savoring the lingering taste of mead.
Rough paw pads teased his nipples to stiff peaks. Dyri groaned and opened his legs wider to fit the wolf between them. His arms lifted above his head to let Aitu explore his body more fully. Dyri arched his back, pressing into the wolf's touch.
He never realized how much smaller he was compared to the hunter. Now he felt Aitu's sheath pressed against his rear, the tapered tip of his shaft rubbing against the sensitive pucker. He tensed as he felt the tip tease the entrance, ready for the wolf to enter him, but Aitu stopped short.
The thick tongue slipped from his lips leaving him breathless. Aitu slid down Dyri's body, pulling the nightdress off and tossing it aside. The grey wolf eased back on the bed and settled on his knees between Dyri's legs.
"Turn over for me, sweetling. Get on your knees and spread your legs. I want to taste you." Aitu's voice growled with the gravelly tone of a dominant male. His dark eyes promised a slow and teasing pleasure.
Dyri couldn't help blushing. Most other males forced him to submit. He hated every second of it, but for Aitu, the sweet words and devilish gleam in his eyes made him want to give in. He rolled over and displayed himself for the hunter.
Aitu licked his lips as he took in the sight. The shaman's magic worked wonders on the human; no more coarse hair, no more hard angles, and his skin was nearly as soft as the woman Torlarrin mated. Aitu smiled as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the silky skin of Chilam's sack. His nose pressed against the delicate skin that lay between the sack and the human's ass. Aitu inhaled deeply as he inhaled the musky scent of the human.
The wolf reveled in how Chilam whined in pleasure. How her hips moved in response to his tongue. Aitu carefully took the small ballsack into his mouth and began to suck.
She sighed and gasped as Aitu's tongue worked over each testicle. The hunter reached around to grip Chilam's shaft. He felt her hips jerk as he stroked her. It didn't take long before his paw was slick with her precum, he was able to slide his paw along her shaft with ease, working her to a peak.
Aitu smiled as he pulled away. "Good girl," he whispered. He gave her rump a playful nip before sliding his tongue along her pucker.
Dyri didn't have it in him to protest. Goosebumps of pleasure rose on his flesh at the comment. Then Aitu's tongue teased his hole; This part of him made loose from the many males who had used him. Aitu's tongue wasn't the first to do this, but he was the first to do it with any degree of tenderness.
Dyri moaned at the contact. He pressed his hips into Aitu, eager for more as the wolf circled his ass. His balls tightened as the tongue pressed against the space between his sack and ass. All the while Aitu continued to stroke his cock. He was rock hard and completely at the wolf's mercy.
"Please..." Dyri begged.
Aitu didn't respond. His tongue teased Dyri's balls, making Dyri moan again as he trailed slick saliva up to his ass. Hot breath stimulated already over-excited nerves until the human was nothing more than a trembling mess.
With his face pressed into the furs of his bed, Dyri released a lusty moan as he came. His whole body shook as the wolf rubbed a rough finger pad against the tip of Dyri's cock. A stream of cum coated Aitu's paw and splattered over the furs.
"Such a messy girl," Aitu teased. He continued to rub his finger against Chilam's cock until the human stopped shaking.
When he pulled his paw away, he saw the fresh cum that glistened in the dim light. His cock throbbed with an aching need, fully exposed from the sheath. Aitu sat up and stroked his cock with Chilam's cum. He gently rolled the human onto her back and watched as her cock became flaccid; Humans were spent far too quickly.
"Is my beautiful snow drop ready for more?"
Dyri held his arms over his face to hide the post-orgasm blush. There was nothing he wanted more than to have Aitu continue to ravish him. What just happened was possibly the best orgasm he ever experienced. There was also another problem. With previous partners, Dyri became enraged when they addressed him as a woman, but hearing Aitu saying such sweet things turned him on.
A wine bottle jostled as Aitu took a swig to clean his mouth. He leaned forward and nuzzled Dyri's arm to move it. "Chilam, let me see your face. Nothing pleases a male more than observing pleasure on his partner's face."
Dyri's heart pounded against his chest. Aitu knew how to say all the right things, didn't he? Lowering his arms, Dyri still couldn't look the wolf in the eye. He was too embarrassed. Too humiliated to feel so pleasantly vulnerable under the hunter's gaze.
The wolf leaned over him, his warm breath on Dyri's neck as he licked the sweat from his skin. Aitu whispered sweet nothings in Dyri's ears; calling him the most beautiful woman in the camp, complimenting his soft skin, full lips, and the taste of his body. All the while his rough paws caressed the human's body. Thick padded fingers teased Dyri's nipples, claws lightly grazed his skin, and his mouth nibbled on Dyri's throat.
Aitu's hips pressed against the smaller human, grinding his cock against Dyri's until he was hard all over again. He pulled Dyri closer, his lips brushing his ear as his tongue teased along the edge. He whispered, "I want to make you mine. I want to keep you for myself. When I found you on the beach, I knew that you were destined to be mine."
Dyri was breathless listening to Aitu. It was hard to focus on anything but the feeling of the hunter's cock pressing against his own, and the paws kneading his body. A faraway part of his mind wanted to refuse knowing he'd be stuck as a wife. There would be no going back if he chose that path. But, he was so turned on he couldn't think. He wanted Aitu more than anything else in the world if he had to submit and be a woman for him, so be it.
"Please," he begged. "I need you."
Aitu laughed softly. "Never let it be said I denied a female when she asked."
He sat on his haunches and spread Dyri's legs apart. He used one of his paws to guide the tip of his cock to Dyri's hole. By this time, the human was used to the feeling of wolf cock in his ass, but this time being Aitu, he couldn't help squirming with pleasure as the hunter eased himself inside.
"You make different noises with me than you do with others," Aitu pointed out. His voice held a tone of admiration.
"I hate them," Dyri said, a little breathless.
"You do not hate me?" Aitu's hips moved slightly, teasing Dyri's canal and making the human writhe.
Dyri shook his head. "No."
"What do you feel toward me?"
The wolf was moving painfully slow. Dyri wriggled and arched his back in an attempt to make the hunter move faster. His breath hitched in his throat each time Aitu pushed inside of him, and he whimpered as the ache grew.
"Answer me, Chilam. What do you feel for me?"
Dyri's cock throbbed at the tone and mention of his female name. For some reason, when Aitu said it, the name felt different. He didn't know why, but he had to force himself to speak when the wolf threatened to stop moving.
"I love you!" he gasped out.
Aitu's ears perked up. His stroke faltered for only a second before he picked up the pace and pushed inside of Dyri again. "Say it again."
"I love you," Dyri repeated. "I've loved you for a while now."
"You would be my female?"
"I'll be whatever you want me to be. No argument or complaint!"
Aitu growled low in his throat. His strokes quickened. Dyri felt the wolf move inside of him, and he let out a moan of pleasure. Aitu leaned over him, bracing his muscular arms on either side of Dyri's head. His hips drove into the human, and Dyri felt his cock grow hard against the wolf's belly.
He gripped the wolf tightly. His fingers clutched the fur around Aitu's neck and shoulders. High-pitched whimpers escaped his lips as the wolf drove into him with increasing force.
A voice Dyri barely recognized as his own begged Aitu for more, to go harder, faster, to use him completely. Hot breath panted against his face as Aitu worked Dyri over. His body shook and trembled as the wolf's cock pressed against the sensitive places inside of him.
It wasn't long before he felt the knot pressing against his rear, demanding entrance. Previous matings from males in the village made the tying a painful experience, but this was different. This time, Dyri wanted to be knotted to Aitu more than anything.
"I'm so close, Chilam," Aitu panted in his ear.
"Breed me," Dyri whispered back. "Fill me with your pups."
Aitu pulled back a little and looked into Dyri's eyes. Never before had Dyri witnessed the pure, primal fire of desire in another being. The base need to impregnate one's mate practically glowed from Aitu's eyes.
Sitting up, the wolf gripped Dyri's thighs and pulled him close. "Stroke your little cock for me," he commanded. "I want to see your body covered in your cum when I seed you."
Biting his lip, Dyri did as he was told and began to stroke himself while Aitu watched hungrily. The wolf pounded into him, his muscles rippling with the force of his thrusts. White fangs shone in the dim light as he grunted in pleasure.
The sounds coming from Dyri's throat reminded him of the women he had bedded in the past. In this moment, he was like them, a woman in the throes of passion. Dyri ground his hips into Aitu like a bitch in heat, while his hand tugged on his shaft.
With a slick pop, Aitu's knot slid into place. Dyri moaned and flung his head back as the wolf poured hot seed into him. At that same time, his balls tightened, and he felt the first spurt of his release. Rope after rope of cum splattered against his smooth chest, and filled his insides until he was ready to burst.
He couldn't remember a time when he had felt this good. For a moment, he thought he had gone blind as his climax blurred his vision. But when he was finally able to focus, he saw the wolf panting above him. Aitu's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he held Dyri in place. The knot on his shaft throbbed with his pulse as he continued to fill Dyri with his seed.
Neither said a word as Aitu eased down to lay on top of Dyri. They held each other in bliss for a long time, until the knot slipped from Dyri. Only then did Aitu roll off of him and grab the blankets to cover them both. Once they were snuggled under the blankets, they lay quietly, kissing each other lightly. It wasn't long before they both drifted off to sleep, satisfied with the night.