Chapter 30 - Leftovers

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Feeling a rush of sensation to his penis after having had its knot significantly reduce, Ember starts awake as it springs elastically towards him out of Hess's hole. A trickle of cum kept warm inside the wolf's body, creeps around the circumference and clings to his sheath by capillary action. His load, he surmises, must have been deeply injected, likely being held at bay by his cock, so he keeps himself steady, still cuddling the round body as he continues to snooze, waiting for the rectal muscles to contract. Ember finds it surprising that the knot popping out didn't wake him up, but he is known to go to sleep after his session with the master, and it's not unreasonable to assume that he might also fall asleep with Voigt's knot inside him.

Feeling the ring of muscle starting to tighten around his length, Ember hopes this will be enough to prevent his cum spilling out and starts to pull back, moving slowly and carefully just to ensure there's minimal leakage and until he eventually manages to extract his penis. Doing the same for his arm, he is free and looks over his shoulder to the clock on the wall: 10:30. With time to deliver the plush to master, he reaches over the sleeping body and grabs it, streaks of fresh seed absorbed and wetting the fur. He hoists it up and rolls onto his back and off the bed, his cock swinging limply between his legs. Glancing back at the nude wolf he'd recently filled, he smiles and opens the door into the hallway.

The hall is dark without natural light, but the lamp above the landing is on to offer some assistance in the night. All the rooms are quiet. Ember can't hear anything behind the rec room door and peers inside to find all the lights off and the electronics powered down. He assumes everyone is either winding down in their own room or already asleep, but with the assurance from Hess, he steps over to the master's bedroom door and gently knocks on it.

"Come in," Alek calls out from behind the door. "What is it?"

Ember finds Alek sat up in his bed half-under the sheets and sans shirt. There is a closed laptop on the sheets and a small gathering of stuffed animals around him. The wolf enters deeper into the room carrying the large German shepherd toy, very conscious of his semi-erect penis hanging down out of its sheath, slick with lube and cum.

"Hess came on his plush and made sure I delivered it to you if I was able to ... deflate before 11," Ember explains.

"Oh really?" The master grins and bids Ember step closer so he can take it. He starts running his fingers through the wet fur, humming softly. "This is really hot. He's a good boy for thinking of me even when he's getting fucked."

"Yes master, he didn't want to waste the load."

"Quite right. It's a shame it will be wasted nonetheless," Alek sighs and pushes back the bed sheets, revealing his bare lower half, and slips the plush between his legs with the wet-side down on his groin. He presses down, grinding the fur against himself and pulls the quilt back over.

"What do you mean, about it being wasted anyway?"

"This is his favourite plush, I'd be surprised if he didn't want it washing after I've had my fun with it."

"Oh, I see." Ember nods slowly.

"He knows well enough how easy it is to clean, so don't worry, it's not been ruined."

"That's good." The wolf brightens slightly. "I should go clean myself, and brush my teeth."

"Before you go, how are you feeling about tomorrow."

Ember feels his mouth dry up. "I ... I'm scared." He looks down at the floor and combs the fur at his thighs. "I almost feel like I shouldn't have cum to keep me distracted."

"What is it you're most afraid of?"

The wolf can't find the answer right away. He thinks about hurting the people at the banquet, but he doesn't know them, and feels no remorse for their lives in that fantasy. He thinks about failing the master, but has to resist his shame to avoid the effect of the collar. He thinks about failing his induction, which would send him to the wolves, so to speak. In the end, he sighs, finding only one answer that he finds the most true.

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