#ren.thedog

[songbirdsanctuary]

3rd life, Martyn x Ren smut.

Recipe: 2 cups Fluff, 1 1/2 cups Angst, set in fridge for 3 hours, cut into 2 by 2in pieces, Enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, Guilt.

Word count: 1,855

Martyn woke with a start, his eyes flickering open to the dimly lit room. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed in the darkness, displaying the time: 12:47 am. It was far too early to be awake, and he groaned inwardly as he tried to shake off the drowsiness that still clung to him. But then, a sudden sound shattered the stillness of the night, a sharp and jarring clatter that had him sitting bolt upright in bed.

His heart raced with apprehension as he strained to listen, his senses on high alert. What had caused that noise? Was someone in the here? Martyn's mind raced with all the worst-case scenarios, his imagination conjuring up images of intruders breaking in to attack them while they slept.

Cautiously, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his weight as he tiptoed towards the source of the disturbance. As he peered into the darkness of the room, his breath caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him.

There, standing in the middle of the room, was a creature unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was massive, with a wolf-like form, its fur covered with torn clothes, its eyes glinting in the dim light. Martyn felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized what he was looking at.

"Ren," he whispered, the name escaping his lips in a breathless exhale. It couldn't be possible, but the evidence was irrefutable. The creature before him was Ren, the man he hadn’t known to well until 3rd life

But now, those secrets were laid bare before him as Ren's transformation into a werewolf was made glaringly apparent. The snarling beast stood before him, its fangs bared in a menacing display, its hot breath sending tendrils of saliva dripping onto Martyn's face.

In that moment, fear and disbelief warred within Martyn's chest as he struggled to come to terms with the reality of what stood before him. His friend, his confidant, had been harboring a monstrous secret all this time, and now that secret threatened to consume them both in a maelstrom of violence and primal rage.

As Ren lunged towards him, all thoughts of disbelief fled from Martyn's mind, replaced by a primal instinct for survival. With a desperate cry, he braced himself for the inevitable clash.

In that instant, as the beast's hot breath washed over him and the sharp fangs pressed against his skin, Martyn could not help but feel a strange mixture of terror and curiosity. He knew, deep down, that Ren would most likely feel immense guilt and regret if he were to take his life in this terrifying moment.

As the werewolf's snout drew closer to his throat, Martyn found himself bracing for the inevitable bite that would surely end his life. But instead of the expected pain, a warm, wet nose touched his skin, sniffing curiously. Martyn's heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going through Ren's mind in this transformed state.

The werewolf's sharp fangs then gently pressed into Martyn's thigh, causing him to flinch and snap his eyes open. He found himself staring into the wolf's intense, almost human-like gaze. The sight was both mesmerizing and unnerving, as if the creature before him was a living embodiment of the line between the natural and the supernatural.

As the werewolf continued to examine him, Martyn felt a sudden and unexpected sensation as Ren began to tear his pajama pants and underwear away. The shock of this new development left him momentarily speechless, his mind struggling to process the bizarre turn of events.

And then, just when Martyn thought he had reached the pinnacle of disbelief, Ren's rough tongue gently caressed his soft cock, sending a jolt of surprise through him. The sensation was both alien and slightly arousing, leaving him frozen in place as he tried to comprehend the implications of this strange encounter.

In that moment, Martyn realized that he was not merely witnessing a transformation of his friend into a terrifying beast; he was also bearing witness to a blurring of the lines between the human and the animal, the erotic and the horrifying. As Ren's attentions continued, Martyn found himself caught in a whirlwind of confusion, fear, and a strange, primal curiosity that he could not ignore.

The night had taken a turn that he never could have imagined, and as the werewolf continued to explore him with a tenderness that seemed at odds with its fearsome appearance, Martyn knew that his life would never be the same again. He was about to experience a truth that went far beyond the realm of his wildest dreams or nightmares, and he could only hope that he would emerge from this encounter with his sanity, and his friendship with Ren, intact.

As the werewolf, Ren, continued to explore Martyn's body with a tenderness that seemed at odds with its fearsome appearance, the creature climbed atop him, revealing a side of its nature that Martyn had never imagined. In this moment, he couldn't help but observe the powerful, almost otherworldly form of his friend, now revealed in all its primal glory.

The sight of Ren's less-than-human cock twitching softly and dripping with arousal was both shocking and arousing to Martyn, as he realized that the werewolf's desires were now intertwined with his own. With a sense of trepidation and curiosity, he watched as Ren aligned his massive member with Martyn's entrance, slowly pressing in.

The sudden invasion caught Martyn off guard, and he let out a surprised shout, his body reacting to the sensation in ways he couldn't have anticipated. As he lay there, pinned beneath the beast, he couldn't help but admit to himself that he had kind of wanted to explore this side of his relationship with Ren, even if he hadn't expected it to happen in such a bizarre and supernatural manner.

Martyn moaned loudly as Ren bottomed out within him, causing a small bulge to form on his belly. The sensation was intense, and he couldn't help but gasp for air as Ren huffed hot breath into his face. In this moment, Martyn was forced to confront the reality of Ren's transformation and the profound implications it held for their relationship.

Their bodies moved together in a dance that was both primal and intimate, as Martyn found himself lost in the sensations that coursed through him. He knew that this encounter would change him, and perhaps even define the course of their friendship for the rest of their lives. As Ren continued to claim him, Martyn couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden within the heart of the beast.

As Ren's relentless thrusts continued, Martyn found himself heaving and moaning in response, his body craving the intense pleasure that the werewolf was providing. In this moment of heightened passion, he reached up and gripped tufts of fur on Ren's head, hoping that his friend wouldn't snap at him in his animalistic state.

"Please..." Martyn panted, his voice barely audible over the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. He had experimented with his own body before, but nothing could have prepared him for the intensity of this experience. As he felt the warmth of Ren's body enveloping him, he couldn't help but yearn for the werewolf to release himself within him, to complete the bond that was forming between them.

Ren, sensing Martyn's plea, gripped the human's hips with a strength that belied his animalistic form. With one final, powerful thrust, he pressed his knot against Martyn's entrance, triggering an intense release within himself. The sensation caused Martyn to cum as well, their bodies intertwined in a perfect harmony of pleasure and passion.

As the intensity of their climax subsided, Martyn lay there, breathless and spent, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt so full, so connected to Ren in a way that transcended their previous friendship. When Ren finally withdrew from him, Martyn couldn't help but curl into a ball, his mind reeling from the profound impact of this encounter.

Exhausted and emotionally raw, Martyn allowed himself to drift off into a deep, restorative sleep.

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When Martyn awoke, he found himself disoriented and confused, realizing that he had fallen asleep not on the floor, as he had intended, but rather in Ren's bed. The sun was casting its golden rays through the window, and the clock on the nightstand read 12:09 pm – a clear indication that he had slept far longer than he had anticipated.

As he attempted to move, a sudden burst of discomfort in his lower abdomen caused him to wince and pause, reminding him of the intense pleasure he had experienced the night before. It was then that he should have expected the consequences of such an encounter, but in his current state of grogginess, the reality of his situation had yet to fully sink in.

Martyn settled back into the bed, trying to process the events of the previous night and the unexpected consequences he now faced. As he lay there, feeling a mixture of confusion and trepidation, the sound of footsteps approaching caught his attention. He looked up, startled, as Ren entered the room, his face a mix of worry and guilt.

Seeing Ren in this state, Martyn couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for his friend. The dog-hybrid had crouched down beside the bed, his posture so submissive that he almost appeared doglike. Ren's chin rested on the mattress, his eyes fixed on Martyn with a look of genuine remorse.

"Martyn?" Ren whispered, his voice filled with apprehension. Martyn's heart ached for his friend, who was clearly struggling with the weight of his actions and the impact they had on their relationship.

"I-I'm sorry, man..." Ren's voice trembled as he looked like he was on the verge of tears. "I didn't think it would do that... I'm so sorry..." Martyn reached out and placed a comforting hand on Ren's head, attempting to ease his friend's troubled mind.

"It's okay, Ren. I wanted it too, I let it happen," Martyn reassured his friend, his voice filled with honesty and understanding. Ren sniffled, his eyes filled with uncertainty as he voiced his concerns, "Are you sure? Don't lie to me just to make me feel better. I'd rather you hate me than secretly be scared of me." There was a weight to his words, a sense of hidden pain that Martyn couldn't quite shake off. It made him wonder if this conversation had played out before, if Ren had carried this burden of self-doubt for much longer than Martyn had realized.

Despite the apprehension in Ren's eyes, Martyn smiled warmly at him, his affection and reassurance unwavering. "I wanted it, Ren," he repeated, pulling his friend onto the bed and enveloping him in a warm embrace. "And I enjoyed it, I promise." Ren's shoulders relaxed slightly at Martyn's words, and he buried his head into Martyn's neck, seeking comfort and solace in their shared intimacy.