Prologue
THE golden wolf tribe is a group of creatures with a human body but
the head of a wolf.
They are like humans with their wisdom, how they walk, speak the same
language, and the way they use tools as skillfully as humans do. However,
their body is greater than that of a human, making them advantageous in
winning competitions. They have built a culture and civilization distinct
from that of humans resulting in the establishment of a prosperous and
strong country.
But now, the golden wolves were at war.
Apart from them, there are many other creatures in this world including the
tiger-headed clan, lion-headed clan, dragon-headed clan and, of course,
humans―all in wars with each other, but live in peace now and then.
Dyria was a human being.
He was one of the "tributes" presented to the King of the Golden Wolves.
It was common to offer expensive and valuable gifts to build a friendly
relationship with the mighty Golden Wolf.
However, Dyria was not a mere gift. He was a gift intended to kill the
Golden Wolf King, Surdo. An assassin disguised as a gift.
Dyria was not a natural-born assassin. He was born and raised in a
mountainous area, an ordinary person who only learned to hunt as a means to
fill his stomach. By the time he was twelve years old, Dyria was already
working as a migrant worker.
Around the age of twelve, it was customary in the village where he was born
for children to leave for the city and make their own money, so Dyria did
the same and settled outside. Dyria began working during the war with the
Golden Wolf, and the quickest way he found to earn money was to join the
army. For the first few years, he worked as a subordinate in the army before
being promoted to soldier at the age of fifteen.
Then, two more years passed.
Seventeen-year-old Dyria was very tall for his age, and it showed when he
mingles with his own kind, yet he was still a mere child in the eyes of the
golden wolf. A delicate and pretty boy, an appearance that caught people off
guard.
Because of his attractive features, he was chosen as Surdo's assassin.
"Ugh... Ah, ah..."
A male wolf, thrusting through the narrow space between Dyria's legs.
The beast's p*nis was spreading his virgin region, which had never allowed
even human visitors... An innocent body was now covered in the wolf's semen.
The wolf was half-dressed. His thick arms lifted the boy's a*s to continue
piercing him from behind, etching his form inside Dyria as if to remind him
that his first time had been spent with him.
"Ah..."
It feels so good.
It was Dyria's first time yet it felt so good.
Then, after a short pause, he got struck by a painful, heavy feeling.
"Haah..."
The rough breath of the beast blew against the back of his neck. His breath
was so hot that it almost burned, so did Dyria's inner heat.
Saliva dripped from the wolf's open mouth and repeatedly landed on Dyria’s
spine, turning him into a real mess. The beast's saliva dripped from the
back of Dyria's neck to the tip of his chin, mixing with his sweat as his
buttock was high up.
It made Dyria feel...crazy.
"No, no... No, not anymore..."
What is this?
What the hell is this?
It's different from what they told me.
"You can't be safe in the arms of a wolf." A big army man told Dyria this.
"Your pelvis will collapse, your hips will remain open, your buttocks will
be ripped open in a bloody mess and you may not be able to survive."
"But what if the wolf is happy with the mating? Well, if he likes you, I'm
sure he'll hold you in his arms and try to put you to sleep. Kill him then."
"You, who killed the king, will also die. However, I will give your village
a reward for your sacrifice."
Having said that, the soldier gave him an initial deposit. Deposit that
worth years of migratory labor.
Dyria sent all the money back to his hometown. Sighing, he decided that even
if he was told he would be killed, it was worth the trouble just for the
money.
"Well, some of the people who went to him never come back, or they came back
but only as a pile of bones and mementos."
In Dyria's birthplace, the higher-ups had been feeding the poorer ones for
hundreds of generations. So, now, he finally felt like an important person.
Someone the others could trust...
"Oh, yeah... Huff, there..."
Then, after this, he kills, he dies, and that's it.
But it never ends.
The mating seemed to go on forever. Hours, hours, never ends... It felt so
good that he wished it could go on for eternity. His mind and body were so
calm that all the experiences he had lived so far were erased, rebuilt
inside his chest. It felt as if he was reshaping his life with just these
insignificant actions.
It felt so good that it killed him.
"Mmh… ahh..."
The wolf chuckled above his head.
He rubbed and massaged Dyria’s crotch repeatedly with his large palm until
it became as wet as the wolf's p*nis.
Fwap fwap fwap.
Dyria's butthole was foaming with semen that came in and out as Surdo slowly
penetrates him. Their semen soaked the ground.
There were many long piles of rugs stacked up in the Golden Wolf King's tent
that Dyria almost forgot that he was in a tent erected on hard ground
outside. It didn't hurt to kneel down and was not cold despite lying on the
ground.
The two were connected for a long time and remained sunk in the depths of
their pleasures so intimately. Secretions gushed out onto the carpets that
were piled up as if it were something natural.
"...Hng, you..."
It indeed felt good, but it was also painful. Dyria furrowed his eyebrows,
flipped his body over, then rubbed his forehead with the rug below.
No more...
He was sick… but he was also so hungry.
"...No more."
But what came out of his mouth was a sweet moan that he never heard before.
"No?"
The wolf let out a chuckle.
He was not being sarcastic, he didn't sound angry. It was a gentle asking
tone. Like someone talking to his spoiled lover.
"No more..."
"Shh... It's all right."
"No, if you don't take it out, I'll..."
As the wolf recoiled and tried to break away from him, Dyria subconsciously
grasped the wolf’s furry hand with his weak fingertips and dragged him back.
"Doesn't it feel good?"
The wolf laughed again.
"No, don’t move away from me."
I want this to stop.
I want this to be over...
But I don't want to go.
Don't leave me.
"I'll be in trouble."
The wolf pressed his nose against Dyria's neck and kissed the boy's lips.
"Aah..."
It feels so good.
I feel as if I'm melting.
It's warm.
He smells good.
The wolf's p*nis pressed on Dyria's stomach. From the beginning, both of
them fit together perfectly well and even look as if they were a single
being.
"...More..."
Dyria pushed his bottom against the bulge swelling at the base of the wolf.
"Any more than this and I'll break you."
"......"
"Your pelvis will collapse, your hips will remain open, your insides will
split open in a bloody mess and you may not be able to survive."
Remembering those words, Dyria shuddered.
"I'm not gonna hurt you."
Surdo gently licked his cheeks and kissed him on the mouth, showing that he
felt Dyria’s uneasiness. It was soft enough to put him to sleep.
"......?"
"I want to stay like this with you. Is it okay?"
"Yes..."
What is this? Dyria wondered why he was answering so honestly.
Where does it go...? Where's the dagger I had put in my waistband? Where
did the spare dagger go?
This wolf has a rich coat of fur around his neck, with exceptional softness.
Each time they came together and became a single clump, the fur felt like a
fine futon. Being held like this made Dyria feel incredibly calm and
comfortable to the bottom of his stomach, especially given his high body
temperature.
"Do you know why we do this?"
"...I...I don't know."
In a mellow voice, Dyria replied.
"We soothe and warm the body of our mate, protecting their body with ours so
they can conceive a healthy child."
"...Ah, I see..."
But does that mean that Dyria has now been impregnated by this wolf? Does
this wolf want him to bear his child? And why was Dyria simply accepting it
like nothing?
"What's wrong?"
The wolf asked Dyria who frowned and put an awkward smile with a worried
look on his face.
"It's just strange..."
A night with this wolf was a mysterious one. It felt like he was in heaven,
as if they were normal lovers. Of course, Dyria has never had a lover But
maybe, just maybe, this was what it felt like...
In Dyria's birthplace, some occasional lovers were reluctant to say goodbye.
A young migrant worker would return to the town every few years, take the
woman in his arms, and kiss her as if his life depended on it... And after a
few days, he would go back to work.
"You're everything to me, I don't want you to go..."
Then the woman would cry...
And this feeling was probably the same.
It was hard to leave the person you love. You want to live with him all your
life, at a distance where you can feel his body temperature and breathe in
his scent...
Dyria didn't really understand the desperate feelings of those young people
at that time, but now―now it felt like he can understand a little.
He didn't want to leave.
Dyria has been thinking about what he wanted to do for a long time, about
happiness that would never come and the joy that felt practically
impossible. But, if Dyria was ever allowed, he now desired to live at
a distance where he can feel himself connected with Surdo...
He had no idea what kind of emotion this is, but it was all over his body.
He was so immersed in it that he feared it would corrupt him. It will turn
Dyria into a shy, stupid, helpless, sugar-sweet creature. And once he
indulges in this, he will become addicted to the feeling.
He will never be able to break free from it again.
"Why don't you come to my country?"
"......"
Dyria closed his eyes and pretended not to hear. However, he used his low,
gentle voice that made Dyria about to drift off into a comfortable slumber.
This wolf is the king of the enemy country.
Even if Dyria goes to the land of the beastmen, the future was uncertain for
both of them. They will not be welcomed with open arms and people will not
want to be involved with them.
In the first place, this wolf would only find Dyria unique because of this
particular environment. Once they return to their own countries, they will
wake up from their dreams.
Dyria knew that everything the wolf said were sweet words to please his
mate.
The wolf could say such irresponsible things because he knew that this was
only a one-night stand. Dyria wasn't stupid enough to take those
liesseriously.
"I'll be back soon. Wait for me."
How long had they been doing this? Exactly how long had Surdo been embracing
him?
At dawn, the wolf told Dyria to stay still. Mainly because it suddenly
became noisy outside.
It was the battlefield after all. There must have been some kind of change
in the war situation.
The wolf, gentle to the end, dressed Dyria in his beautiful clothes and
said, "Don't show your skin to anyone. I'll give you a bath when I return."
Surdo whispered something in Dyria's ear before slowly biting the boy's
earlobe. He rubbed his nose against Dyria, who was tugging and squeezing at
the collar of Surdo's clothes,watching him as he tucked his tail around
Dyria's ankle.
"I'll see you in a moment."
"I know."
But Dyria has to go, he couldn't stay.
It felt as if that wolf had to stay with him forever. Surdo stared at Dyria,
his eyes glittering with golden stardust.
"Your eyes are beautiful..."
"So are yours."
"Get going..."
Urged by Dyria, the wolf started to get dressed. Dyria watched him closely
the whole time: his broad and strong back muscles and fur that covered them
looked like a layer of gold melting in the heat.
"......"
The wolf, now fully dressed, glanced back again.
"Go quickly."
Quick. Get out of my sight, or are you waiting for me to go mad?
You're driving me crazy.
Hurry up.
Quick.
"...I can't leave unless you let me go."
"......"
Dyria's fingers gripped the wolf's tail.
"Can you let go of me?"
The wolf asked Dyria with the same tone as someone who would talk to a baby.
"...I can―"
Dyria removed his fingers, one by one.
"I'll be right back."
"......"
Dyria grabbed the tail he had just released again. He grabbed it tighter
than he intended, making Surdo take a step back.
"What are you...?"
Dyria pressed his lips against Surdo's tail. Kissing and rubbing it against
his cheeks… and then let go.
Dyria didn't know why he had done that. He just wanted to―to remember Surdo
with his lips.
That's all.
"Go now."
If another word slips out, Dyria will probably express more embarrassing
feelings so he just repeated the same words over and over.
The wolf regretfully left Dyria.
Dyria stared intently in the direction of the exit until the tip of Surdo's
tail he had just kissed vanished...
Then he ran away.
Dyria was able to get out of the wolf's territory without anyone stopping
him, either because he was wearing the Golden King's clothes, or because
Surdo’s scent clung all over his body... Whatever it was, Dyria was very sad
because he had to run away. He didn't know why, but he...he just felt like
wanted to die. But he had wished to die before, so he felt he should just
ignore it, like always.
Dyria couldn't forget Surdo. No matter how long it took, no matter how long
he tried, he just couldn't... It must have become a very sad memory, being
separated from Surdo, the only warm memory for Dyria...
Soon after, the war between the Golden Wolf and the humans ended. There were
rumors that the Golden Wolf King, Surdo, had died. That was probably the
reason for the end of the war.
Dyria didn't believe that Surdo had died, he refused to think about the
rumor. He didn't want to remember, but it won't get out of his head...
If he couldn't forget, he made the decision not to remember that night.
The big army man who hired Dyria apologized to him when he returned safely
and paid him the promised money.
"I didn't kill him."
He told the man honestly.
"The war ended anyway. You just have to take what you have left and move
on."
The big army man told Dyria to keep the money and return to his hometown.
After all, the migrant workers hired for the war will be useless once the
fight is finished. Dyria sent the large sum of money he earned―just from
being held by a wolf―back to his hometown...
However, Dyria did not return to his hometown.
He couldn't go home.
tl/edit: Greenteaa/Mara