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Lupus had walked out of the stadium, victorious, but only in a bit of a sense. He’d beaten the pride out of Theseus, and even got a bottle of ambrosia to prove it, but it’s not like one measly session would make the burning sensation in him go away.

He really was an animal, if only partially. There was no denying that part of the former champion’s scornful comments.

But in the small, quiet alcove of recovery that the stadium led into when taking one of the side exits, someone’s footfalls–or rather hooffalls–began to approach Lupus.

“Therian,” rumbled the deep voice above him.

“After all that we’ve seen of each other, I think it’s alright if you call me by my name,” Lupus said, shaking his head.

Asterius paused for a moment, then snorted. “Lupus.”

“Why did you come out here?”

“I wanted to see you off.”

It was a strange ask. Why would Asterius care about where Lupus was going? If anything, he was probably going to crawl his way back up to the surface, out of sheer frustration.

“I couldn’t help but notice something during the competition,” Asterius continued.

“What?”

“Your scent is of a species in heat.” Asterius gave another short snort. “But not just of needing to mate another, but to be mated yourself.”

Lupus made no response.

“I saw it.”

“Saw what.”

“Your vale.” Asterius huffed a hot breath from his nose. “I’ve come to make another offer.”

“Of?”

“I’ll take care of your desire.” His dark, bovine eyes were sincere. “There’s no point in leaving here still wanting.”

Lupus licked his nose, contemplating. Asterius did have a point. If there were someone willing to take away that desire to mate that still remained, he should just take it. And here Asterius was, partially man, partially animal, just like Lupus, understanding where his pain came from.

It was really the perfect opportunity. He’d be foolish not to take it.

“Alright.” Lupus pulled off his loincloth and set it aside. “Comrade, you’ll let me call you by your name, right?”

“You may.” Asterius began to pull off his chiton, already half-erect, again. Lupus was able to get a better look at his cock–thick and heavy and dark, with a slightly flared tip. He definitely wasn’t the only man-beast here. And Asterius had body scars of his own, and that made him suddenly very, very attractive to Lupus, who approached him in earnest, turning his nose up to Asterius’s snout.

“I only ask one thing.”

“I’m listening.”

“I don’t…” Lupus closed his eyes, looking for the words. “I don’t normally allow anyone to mate me. I’m asking if you can be…”

“Gentle.” Asterius hummed the word. “Despite appearances, I believe I’m capable of it.”

“Okay.” Lupus opened his eyes again, Asterius watching him closely. Their combined breaths cascaded over their muzzles, bringing them both closer to each other.

Asterius trailed a hand down Lupus’s chest, feeling the contrast of fur against scar, soon reaching the wolf’s cock and trailing two fingers underneath it. Lupus chuffed, throat rumbling, as Asterius began to lay him down on the grassy ground, kneeling down with him. Asterius prodded further, soon finding Lupus’s vale, and pushed one finger inside, slowly. The wolf hissed, fingers curling into the grass.

“Did I hurt you?” Asterius rumbled, leaning up further to see Lupus’s expression.

“No,” Lupus shook his head. “No, I’m alright. Please, don’t stop.”

Lupus propped his legs up on Asterius’s thighs, leaving himself more open and exposed than before. The bull continued, pushing in another finger, ears pricking up at the sound of Lupus letting out a soft howl, a stark contrast from the growling insults that came out of the same muzzle just a half-hour prior.

Asterius curled the fingers inside of Lupus, thrusting in and out at a slow pace. Soon, almost his entire hand was covered in a musky-smelling slick, and he couldn’t help but bring his fingers to his lips and get a taste. Lupus’s stomach rose and fell with sharp inhalations as he watched Asterius enjoy his flavor.

“Asterius,” Lupus barked the bull’s name. “I need you.”

The bull took his still-slick hand and lubed up his cock, positioning himself in front of Lupus. Slowly, he pressed into the opening, inch by inch, and Lupus swore there were sparks as unexplored parts of his insides were expanded and touched. Somehow, the bull was able to bottom out, hips fully flush against the wolf, and Lupus panted, dark tongue lolling out of the side of his maw.

Asterius took a balancing breath; the sensation of being inside Lupus was far different from Theseus. The wolf’s body closed around Asterius in all the right places. And the scent of heat was too strong to deny. Asterius leaned down and pressed his lips up against Lupus’s, in some sort of languid, pseudo-kiss that the two beast-men could achieve, their long tongues lapping against each other for another point of connection.

Asterius tenderly pulled in and out of Lupus, careful not to go too fast or push in too roughly, feeling the wolf reach up and grip the short, bristly fur on his back, claws digging into his thick flesh. The sensations between the two of them were nothing short of intense and needy, the intermittent sound of Asterius’s testes hitting Lupus, the lapping of breaths, skin on skin and fur on fur.

Lupus let his jaw hang, weakly howling as his insides worked around Asterius, clawing the bull to release. Asterius pushed in one hefty thrust, cum pooling out of his cock and inside of Lupus, leaking out onto the grass beneath the two. The bull let himself lay on top of the wolf, both of their chests heaving with exertion.

Asterius’s now-flaccid cock pulled out of Lupus, flopping onto the soaked ground as he found himself, strangely enough, embracing the wolf. Lupus gave a strong embrace back, their slick chests against each other, humid breath still hanging in the cool air of Elysium. Lupus laid his snout on Asterius’s thick neck, taking in the scent of a woodsy, boorish bull that had sated him.

“I don’t know how I can thank you,” Lupus mumbled, closing his eyes.

“There’s no need for thanks,” Asterius snorted. “After all, you won in the coliseum. Think of this as an additional prize.”

Asterius felt like he won, too. Their connection came out of primal desire rather than violence, and it felt much better than any battle.