"You! Dewey! Legs on top of my shoulders." Good thing I was a strong woman. The fucker's legs were heavy. I pushed lube in with my fingers, getting him ready. I felt Dutch's golden eyes on me and I could barely resist laughing. I slammed the Share into Dewey without any warning or additional preparation. I wanted to see what these wolves could take. He jerked forward as if I had punched him in the stomach. I figured by this time the Share had so much lube on it it was a wonder it didn't slide out of its harness. I thrust him hard again, then sped up, pushing in deeper until the pressure on my side started making me hurt instead of turning me on. I eased up a bit, using a slightly different angle. Dewey started doing shallow breaths the way Huey had done a moment ago.
I yanked the Share out and then undid the bondage tape from Huey. "Ok, boys. It's time. You now have my permission to come!" God--they acted as if it were Christmas and their birthday rolled into one. They got so excited. I quickly released them from the cuffs. There was a flurry of activity as they started meeting their own needs. I stood back just as Huey started to explode from masturbating himself. His thick jism spat out and he sneezed at the same time and suddenly he was a wolf sitting on my bed, looking confused. Dewey and Dutch laughed and they both came and as the jism struck my breasts, they both sneezed and turned back into wolves.
The three of them rolled over like puppies. The leather strap I had tied around Huey's balls had slipped off when he went wolfy. The size difference was too great. His dick and balls were much more impressive as a human. Made me wonder if there were werehorses.
"As long as you're back to being furry you might as well make yourselves useful. I'm going to lie down and I want you to lick your cum off this perfect rack." I spread myself out. "But you damn well better be back into human form before you start licking this pussy. It would be too kinky for me to have you looking like a pack of German Shepherds while eating me out. I also don't trust your teeth." They crowded around and started cleaning me off. Their tongues felt strange, but I wasn't complaining.
They stared at each other, their tongues hanging out, looking comical. Then all at once they went smoky-swirly again and were back in their human shapes. "About damn time," I said. "Come make Mama proud!"
Dutch
"Wow--best damn Run ever!"
Chapter Four
Bree
So--I was dating a werewolf. Not exactly the path I figured my love life would take. Before meeting Mikah I figured I might end up with an engineer or some chemistry professor I would meet from my work as a National Science Foundation consultant. Who knew the little Black Book I’d be using could have been written by the Brothers Grimm? For most of my life I had been devoted to the scientific method and strictly empirical approaches to reality. It made me feel more in control of my life.
Then Makah flooded my life with what could only be described as magic. I kept trying to wrap my head around the idea he just had a special DNA kink, or that lycanthropy was the result of a virus, but physics are physics. I’ve known a lot of men who could turn into asses after a couple of drinks, but there just wasn’t a good scientific explanation for shape-shifting when the moon rose. I was trying to take it one step at a time. And hands down--he is the best lover I’ve ever had.
Mikah
I shook the water off the umbrella Bree had handed me while she unlocked the door, and followed her in. God, she was so beautiful. Just looking at her got me excited and I could feel the gold filling my eyes, signaling my arousal. One of the big pluses of her knowing I was in her words, “A Furry American,” was not having to hide anything, like constantly monitoring my eye color around her, or having to explain why I was always busy during a full moon.
I set the umbrella in its antique stand and pulled her close to me. She was still damp from yet another rainy day in Seattle. “Vaginas are like the weather,” I whispered in her ear, “when it’s wet, it’s time to go inside.” She laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards her bedroom. Bree had started undressing me as part of her foreplay, something no partner I had ever had would do, but I was learning to really enjoy it. It also felt good to get out of my jeans, which were almost to the point of dripping. I may have grown up in Seattle, but there are days I wonder what it would be like to live in southern California.
I reached over to unbutton her blouse, but she smiled and pushed my hand away. “Let me put up a show for you.” And she did--all she needed was some hot stripper music as she spun around and did a bump and grind that was driving me crazy. “Let’s try something I’ve wanted to do, but never have before,” she said. “With all your wolfy gifts I know you can monitor my body reactions better than an MRI or something out of Star Trek. That gives you a great advantage figuring out what works the best for me.”
I grinned. It was true. I could smell subtle changes in her scent. I could easily tell if she was in a fertile cycle (she wasn’t), when she got aroused, or for that matter, I could hear her heart beat speed up or slow down. It had actually sped up just now, and she had a fragrance that combined a little anxiety with excitement.
“I think it’s only fair I get to watch you start off masturbating yourself. I’d like to see what sorts of things really get you off so I can do an even better job at pleasuring you.”
“Oh, Bree,” I said, stroking her shoulders, “I don’t think it’s possible for you to improve. I mean, I know you’ve always been an overachiever--you’re a success in your work and you graduated with top honors. But you don’t have to prove anything to me. I care about you exactly the way you are.” I looked directly into her eyes. “I have no problems with experimenting and doing things with a real sense of play--but just promise me this is not about constant self-improvement on your part. You’ve already won. I’m not going anywhere.” I then laughed myself. “If I were going to kick you out of bed it would only be because I wanted to make love with you on the floor.”
“A lot of it is my own fantasy,” she said quietly. “I’ve never watched a guy masturbate himself before. I don’t want to talk about other guys before you, but it’s something that’s never happened in front of me.” She looked away, finding a sudden major interest in the pattern on her comforter. “I always thought it would be really hot.”
“How about a deal,” I said, pitching my voice low. “I’ll show you if you show me. Let me see what gets you excited. I know from my first night meeting you on the Hoh Indian reservation, you’re an expert with a vibrator.”
Bree
It was true. I had taken a few days off and accepted an invitation from the Hoh Tribal Chairman to be among the first of non-tribal members to be allowed to camp out on their land on the coast of Western Washington state. I had expected complete privacy in testing out my new Pixielator. It worked so well I would be willing to buy stock in the company. It just happened to be a full moon rising, and Mikah and his Pack were doing what he called a Run. Lucky for me with his Supernatural sense of smell he was drawn straight to my rose and lavender scented lube that mixed with my own natural juiciness. After I got over the initial shock of a wolf showing up at my tent and then shifting into a naked Mikah, things got a lot better than anything that had a battery in it.
He started off his demonstration without any further delay. I had soon learned werewolves were pretty much natural nudists with no sense of self-consciousness about their bodies. Of course, based on the limited numbers of unclothed werewolves I had seen so far, I completely understood. I hadn't met an unattractive one yet. He smiled at me as he started going through what I assumed was his regular solitary routine for getting his rocks off. He was half propped up on the pillows. He reached over with a sense of familiarity and pulled out my bottle of Lavender and Rose's Good Clean Love lube. He warmed some up in his hand and I watched him as carefully as I would the running of a new software program.
After a few minutes, I figured I had gotten the basics down—and I was definitely right—watching him pleasure himself was hot. I wanted to take charge, so I pushed him back and s
traddled his thighs. I was still amazed at how strong he was--I was hardly petite, and he reacted to my weight as if I were a throw pillow. I took some of the lube, once again fascinated by the fact it squeezed out as a thick brown, but as I rubbed it in my hands it thinned and turned transparent. I gently rubbed it on to his dick. I then took that sexy part of him firmly in my hands, and believe me, it was also firm. I wrapped my rose and lavender scented fingers around him and moved my fist up and down his cock slow and steady, just the way I'd do myself. Thinking of what pleased me, and having watched what he was used to doing, I made sure I was varying the pressure and speed I was using. His eyes had stayed their bright golden color that meant he was aroused, just as much as the rock hard evidence of his erection.
Remembering what he had done, I gave special attention to his corona, that ridge shape that joins his head to his shaft. Then I switched to his frenulum (what can I say--I spend a lot of time Googling for exactly these sorts of formal terms). It was the narrow ridge running the length of his shaft's underside. I played with both, using my thumb and first finger to make a circle that started at the base of his shaft to help with this intimate massage.
After a few more moments, I started to use both hands. I still played with his balls, since I knew from past experience they were a real sex sweet spot for him. His shift in breathing meant I must be doing something right. I started twisting on the way down and definitely got an ever growing reaction. I used one of my hands to start to softly rub his perineum, or what my sister Delia calls a "taint," since it "taint his asshole, and taint his balls." That really got him going!
Then to my surprise, he started chuckling and switched places with me, laying me gently on my back.
Mikah
I knelt down beside her and used more of her favorite lube, applying it to the whole of her vagina and rubbed some slowly around what she had muttered the “taint” under her breath. Then I started to lightly brush and stoke her genitals, but deliberately kept away from her clit and the inside of her vee-jay. I took it nice and slow and figured at least five minutes would be enough to get her started.
At that point I went ahead and moved to playing directly with her clit. Slowly, slowly, slowly I steadily circled her clit with my index finger, spiraling around no more than once a second. I paid very careful attention to her heart beat and the rising scent of her arousal response. I wanted to use the rhythm or pressure that would please her the most. She moved slightly, squeezing in her pelvic area and her breath deepened, and she moved from breathing from her chest area to her diaphragm.
I knew from my experience with her that her own responses had begun to speed up, and the contractions she was doing in her genital area were happening faster. I moved my fingers from stimulating her clit and began to stroke her inner vaginal walls. I swept my fingers in circles in and out of the entrance to her lady parts. At first I concentrated on the front wall of her vagina, right under her wonderfully soft tummy I loved so much, using my index and middle fingers. I kept my rhythm steady and slow, almost doing a dance with her breathing. I kept up the pressure, hoping I could take her even higher into orgasm heaven. This is when I would normally switch over and start to penetrate her with my cock, which was something I was trying not to do, so I could fully concentrate on her.
There―her orgasm hit. But this time I pushed on, keeping my fingers inside her, using a very light touch at first, then increasing the pressure and frequency as I felt she was ready to handle more. She shivered and this set up an additional set of contractions. I got excited about her excitement. The moment I felt a pause in that pulsing, I went back to quickly playing with her clit the way I had before. As I did so, I kept circling her hood, which triggered more of the pulsing of her contractions. I repeated slipping my fingers back inside her vagina again, switching back and forth from pushing and stimulating her clit and her vagina, until her contractions went back to happening every few seconds.
I kept doing this for nearly another twenty minutes, knowing she was going crazy. At that point the contraptions seemed to become almost continuous. When her vee-jay started to push out in an obvious wave-like motion, she automatically started grinding her hips against me. I moved once more so I could easily use both of my hands, which also helped me keep my balance and stimulate her vee-jay and her clit. Wave after wave of tsunami orgasm pushed her over the top.
I held her until the pulsing stopped and she seemed able to speak again. I was biding my time. I knew she'd be really overly sensitive right now, so I'd hold off on doing the full monty with her until a little later on. I was a very patient man. After a few moments I wondered if she had fallen asleep. But then she opened her eyes and looked a little out of it.
Wow,” she said in a voice so soft, even with my wolf enhanced hearing I had to concentrate on understanding her. “Where the hell did you learn to do that? Do you think we could patent it?” She rolled over and lay her head on my chest, a big smile on her face.
Bree
“I've been wondering―and I hope you don't find this offensive, but remember, I'm a scientist. Although I'll be the first to admit my specialty is in chemistry and not genetics―has the werewolf community ever tried to do research in terms of how this all happens? I mean, do you have werewolf scientists? The first night we were together I asked you some questions that totally came from my seeing a few movies or television shows, where a person―sorry--a human becomes a werewolf from getting bitten or scratched. If it's passed on by body fluids, wouldn't it also be possible for it to happen during unprotected sex? You told me you couldn't catch human STDs, or pass them on.”
He was quiet long enough where I wondered if I had insulted him or if he were upset with the questioning. Finally he sighed and said, “You have to understand one of our major laws in the Supernatural Community―which includes a lot more than Wolves―is keeping our presence a secret from humans. You're sort of a special case, where you weren't snooping around, but kind of got caught in the middle of something that was outside of your control. The moon rise took you as much as it did us. I've sworn under major penalties you're not someone who's going to run to do a television interview--(and here his voice lowered)--or try to publish some sort of academic paper. One reason we're safe is that even if a human tried to do either one of those things, everyone in the Supe Community has done such a great job of convincing everybody we're just myths, no one would believe someone babbling about the fact monsters (he did air quotes with his fingers) are everywhere.”
He sat up and moved over to put his arm around my shoulder. “Things have been very carefully structured and organized over generations where there are members of the Supe Community who are highly placed on the editorial boards of most major scientific publications in order to kill any article that might challenge the myth defense. That should also answer your question about whether or not we've done the research about STDs―there were several teams of specialists focused on HIV when it first came out, testing across the entire Supernatural population to make sure we didn't react differently to HIV than to any other STD. And it's true. Doesn't matter if you're a werewolf, a vampire, or a mermaid―we're immune.”
I turned to look at him directly. “Vampires? Mermaids?”
“Well, yeah,” he continued, “but I wanted to go back and mention some shapeshifters―like werewolves, often don't end up with much education. For example, I have a degree in computer science and you know I work in software development. But I'm unusual. See, most shifters don't start manifesting as Supes until we hit puberty. The changes include, as you've mentioned several times, the fact we're a lot stronger than humans. It also means we heal Super fast, because if you think about it, suddenly growing fangs or claws would require an elevated healing factor, or we'd literally tear ourselves apart.”
He leaned back against the headboard. “But that means some shifter kids can really go completely bonkers when they start the process of Change. Think about what it felt like when you were that age and the horm
ones kicked in―your body totally altered and now multiply that several times for a werewolf. How long do you think it would take you to learn not to rip the door off the first time you try to open it? Or if you lose your temper and slug a human kid who's picking on you and you crush his skull?” He shuddered, and I wondered how much of this was a general observation and how much was more personal.
“As a result, a lot of shifters either try to home school their children, or pull them out of public education early on. It means a lot of young shifters end up being constantly Supervised by their relatives who know how to control or at least contain them. As kids we grow up with all sorts of nightmare stories when we go to bed of what it would be like if humans found out about us and tried to exterminate us. Believe me, when you know you're going to turn into a wolf, you know all about the history of how hard humans have tried to make us extinct. Anyway, it means most shifters tend to end up with blue collar jobs and have never had a lot of formal education.”
“What made you so different?” I asked, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“Like a lot of things, it comes down to money and class issues. I mentioned my family came to the United States right before the American revolution. We were part of the aristocracy―a lot of European nobility has some degree of Supe heritage. If you think about it, the only reason most Europeans became nobility was because they were strong enough to take the lands away from their neighbors, and it helped if you were Supernaturally strong, or didn't tend to die if someone tried to poison your dinner or shoved a dagger into your chest.” He sighed again.
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