“Wo-man,” he said, bent his head to her throat, and gave her a long, slow, hot lick. Bonnie felt the rough caress all the way down to her toes. Immediately she was breathless and limp in his strange embrace, her body begging to be touched. The sensations were overwhelming to her. This was what she had been missing all these years...
What is wrong with me? she wondered.
Somehow she found the strength to push herself slightly away, and Four backed off. He didn't reproach her or keep pushing like all the boys she'd experimented with. If anything, it made him less of a monster. He regarded her hotly with those beautiful eyes, but he waited with patience.
Bonnie licked her lips. “So... what are you?”
His ear flicked, but he didn't react immediately. A rumble in his chest, like a growl, made her heart pick up the pace, but she forced herself to stay still and hold his gaze, and after a moment she realized he was trying to form words.
“Moon,” he said. “Moon full. Wolf. No moon. Man.” He let out a frustrated huff. “Moon.” And then he lifted a handlike paw and gestured awkwardly at his strange body, his muscular arms and stocky legs, the head and tail of a wolf, but the torso of a man, as if to say there was no word for what he was. Bonnie was surprised to find she was unsurprised. He existed. Why should he not transform?
“You mean you're a man one day a month and a wolf one day a month, and the rest of the time you look like this?”
He dipped his head in acknowledgment.
“Were you always like this?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Think man first. Be-fore. First man. Now this.” He snorted.
Bonnie thought. “The people after you, the ones who drugged me and tied me up. Do you think they did this to you?”
“May-be.” His eyes were so expressive. She could see confusion and frustration warring inside him through the window of his eyes. He had learned to speak somewhere, so he must have been a man before this had happened to him, but he clearly couldn't remember it. Did he have family? Friends? A wife and children who wondered where he had gone?
A terrible stab of jealousy slicing through her guts took her by surprise. Her heart ached and Bonnie put her head down and burrowed into Four's fur, inhaling madly, trying to recapture the peace his scent gave her. It was like a drug. She felt him start, then melt around her, his powerful arms slipping over her body to draw her close.
It was weird, and probably wrong. But it felt good. She'd never had a real lover, no matter how much she wanted one. Maybe she was just desperate.
Somehow, though, she didn't think so.
Unburrowing, Bonnie looked up at his face again. She was cradled against his chest, her body snugged against his and wrapped in blankets. The cuffs still circled her wrists, but they no longer bound her, so she could imagine she was wearing large, ungainly bracelets. The freezing air of the shed was to her back, but the heat rolled from him in waves. Shifting, she tried to get closer to him while still watching his face, but when she moved her legs she felt the swell of his penis and balls against her thigh. His cock was not erect, but it certainly was not flaccid.
He wanted her.
Well, she already knew that. Maybe he knew something about why.
“Is there some reason we're...” She felt a blush suffusing her face, as though she were still a girl in school instead of a medical student well into her twenties. Still a virgin, but she wasn't that pure. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Is there a reason we're so, um, attracted to each other?”
He rumbled with pleasure in his chest at those words. “You mate,” he said. “Mine.”
That didn't really answer her question. “But why?” she asked. “How do you know?”
He tilted his head in a very doggy fashion. “Just know.” He moved his hands over her, one large paw coming up to rest on her heart. “Here. Know here.”
Cheesy. But effective. “You don't know anything about me,” she tried in a last ditch attempt to retain some kind of sanity, but then he began to move his great, padded paw over her chest, and the spirals of delicious heat looped around and through her body. The fingers were ever so slightly stubbier than last night, as though he were slowly turning away from the man and to the wolf.
“Tell me,” he said.
Bonnie swallowed as he cupped one heavy breast and rubbed the pad of his thumb over it. She felt the roughness through the blanket. “Well... I'm a med student. I want to be a neurologist. I was born in Georgia, but raised in Florida, and I have a couple of sisters...” She trailed off, realizing how inconsequential such things seemed now. They were far off, in her other life, the one that had been severed from this one that one late night when she logged onto her computer and decided to look for a solution to her problem rather than just an answer as to what the problem even was. Her eyes stung, thinking about it now, but it was a distant sadness. Tears couldn't hold up for long in the face of the simmering heat she felt between herself and this beast. Subject Number Four.
“You make me man,” he said suddenly, and her eyes widened.
“What?” she said. “What do you mean?”
He stared down at her, falling into shadow as the sun set outside. Only the glimmering of his eyes stayed constant.
“Moon... moon make me slow. With you... think more. Know more. Re-mem-ber.”
He dipped his great head, his nose finding her hair, and she felt his chest expand as he inhaled deeply of her scent, the same way she did with him. What could he smell on her? What did she make him feel?
The stirring of his cock against her leg told her one thing he felt, and it echoed within her. Her head spun, dizzy with thoughts of fur and teeth and claws, all stroking over her skin, his flesh inside her, stroking her until she finally realized what it meant to be alive in her own body.
His hesitation came to the fore as he stopped stroking her nipple through the blanket. For a long moment he stared down at her. Then, finally, he said: “You. You mate me. Make me man?”
Bonnie blinked, trying to figure out what he was saying. Well, she figured out the first part. But the second part?
“You... you think I can make you a man again?” she asked. It wasn't the worst pick up line she'd ever heard, but it was the weirdest. And also the one she most wanted to fall for.
“May-be.” His single ear went back on his head, and she realized he was embarrassed. Embarrassed of his beautiful fur, his gorgeous eyes, his teeth, his strong body... She knew why. But she thought he was beautiful.
“You want to be a man again?”
He answered without hesitation. “Yes!”
For a long moment, Bonnie wavered. Would that work? She didn't think so. Just because he felt less moon-addled around her didn't mean if they completed a... union... he would complete the transformation back into a human.
But then again, what did she know? Two days before, she would have said he was an impossibility. He couldn't exist. Now she knew differently. And they were alone, and he was warm, and the night was cold, and they were being hunted...
And, she supposed, if he did turn back into a human, he might be able to escape forever.
So perhaps she had better get while the getting was good.
In answer, Bonnie lifted her leg and hooked it over his waist. Fur slid against the inside of her thigh, rough and slightly oily. He didn't need any other invitation.
Immediately she was on her back and his great bulk was hovering over her, a great black shape in the dying of the light. Only the gleam of his half-closed eyes shone down upon her. She felt his huge weight above her body, threatening to crush her. He could crush her, she realized. He could snap her in half, could kill her with one swipe of those paws.
The thought terrified and thrilled her, and she shivered beneath him as he moved down her body, his jaws opening, his long tongue lolling out.
Her hands found his forearms and she ran her fingers through the fur there as the heat of his mouth ghosted over the valley of her breasts, still covered in th
e threadbare blankets she'd swaddled herself in. Slowly he lowered his nose to her skin and the shock of cold sent a hiss of air through her teeth.
He nudged the blankets aside, revealing her to the chill of the air, but then his rough, hot tongue was on her skin, swirling and circling around first one nipple, not quite touching it, before traveling to the other, leaving icy paths of saliva in his wake while she shuddered and shivered, the heat between her legs mounting. His muzzle brushed over her breastbone and hammering heart, and he moved further down her body, nosing the blankets aside as he inhaled her scent.
She was cold and hot at the same time, pinging between extremes as he explored her. He seemed fascinated by the softness of her body, his nose pressing into any place on her stomach that was, to her shame, less than firm, but the slow worship of his tongue, the gentle puffs of his breath over her flesh, made her forget her embarrassment at her flaws. They became a conduit of his desire rather than a barrier between them—he nosed and licked the soft swell of her belly, then rubbed his head over it, clearly enamored, and she sighed at the sensation, her hips rising in wanton invitation.
He let out a growl, deep in his throat, clearly liking the way she responded. She sighed with pleasure as he delved his tongue inside her navel, swirling it around until she squirmed. Running her hands through his fur, up his shoulders and over the impossible broadness of his back, she felt the delightful shift and slide of his muscles as he held himself over her, clearly cautious, though the tremble in him told her he was holding something back.
Heat suffused her, a burning need that she had never felt before. She wanted to make him lose control, to be at the mercy of his monstrous, otherworldly strength. She just didn't know how to inflame a beast.
Bonnie sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit down on it as he drew a blanket over her upper body, obviously thinking of keeping her warm. She didn't want a blanket to keep her warm. She wanted him.
Crooking her fingers so her nails dug into the skin beneath his fur, Bonnie drew her hands up the back of his neck, raking through the thick ruff there, seeking out some point of pleasure. Her nails scratched him as she found his powerful jaw, the muscles working there as he sniffed all around her belly, his tongue hanging out and brushing over her skin. His ears came to her hands as he dipped his head, and she let her fingers curl around the one still standing straight and proud, stroking it, while her other hand rubbed over the scarred tissue of the missing one.
A deep rumble in his chest told her she had found something he liked. Gently, Bonnie fondled the soft ear, massaged his poor mangled flesh, and the rumble in his chest grew louder and louder. He lowered his body, fur scraping over her legs, up her thighs, across her damp pussy, tickling her clit, and without thinking about it she shifted her hips, rubbing herself against his oily pelt.
Sweet fire bloomed between her legs where she met his body with hers. The heat between her legs mounted, unbearable, and he groaned at the feeling of her.
"Bon-nee," he grated out. "Bon-nee. Smell good." And then he reached down her legs, the rough pads of his paws scraping over her skin, and hiked them up and spread them wide, exposing her to him.
The light was nearly gone now, and she was caught in the dark, tangled up in the blankets, her flesh burning with need. A hot puff of breath against her damp, heated pussy, and then he dragged his rough, strong tongue over her clit.
"Oh!" The shriek escaped her, taking her by surprise. The sensation of his tongue against her was almost too much, too intense to be born. It straddled the border between pain and pleasure, and she found herself writhing beneath him, part of her trying to escape the assault, and part of her wanting to endure it again.
Huge hands with rough paw pads clamped down on her hips, holding her down, and Bonnie curled her fingers in his fur, trying to hold him in place, trying to tear him away. He made a guttural sound in his throat, sharp and stuttering, and after a second she realized he was laughing at her.
"Bon-nee," he said. "Taste good." And he licked her again.
Bonnie thrashed and thrilled at the sound of her name coming from his deep, bestial chest, her legs coming up to wrap around his shoulders. Digging her heels into his well-muscled back, she urged him to continue, begged him to show her all the things she'd been missing. I don't want this to end, she thought wistfully, even though her body insisted otherwise.
"Your claws," she gasped out as he dragged his tongue over her open passage, teasing her clit into a nub as hard as steel. "I want your claws on me."
Her hands were still buried in the fur at the base of his jaw, and she felt his ears flick, perhaps in consternation. "Claws?" he said. "You want... claws?"
"Please," she begged.
To her dismay, he pulled back, and she groaned with disappointment, glancing down her body to see him watching her. Or at least she assumed he was watching her. The darkness in the shed was now almost total. He only existed as a hulking shadow, the monster under the bed. Oh, if only.
He watched her for a few moments too long, and she felt a tiny trickle of uncertainty. "Is... is something wrong?" she asked him.
He shook his head. She felt it. "No," he said, then reached up as he put his tongue, back between her legs, and began to run his claws over her exposed skin.
Heaven. Pure heaven. He could tear her apart, slice her open, expose every part of her to the elements. And yet he wouldn't. She knew he wouldn't. He wanted her alive and writhing around him, impaled on his monstrous cock. So she reveled in the perilous line they tread as his claws scratched lightly down her stomach, up her sides, skated dangerously over the outside swell of her breasts to the place where her heart threatened to beat its way out of her chest. "Yes," she whispered. "More, please.
His tongue picked up a quick rhythm between her legs. The sound was wet and sloppy, loud in the confines of their shed, and she felt the desire in her coil tightly, mounting with each stroke. But it wasn't enough.
"More!" she begged.
He dragged his claws over her nipples.
Sharp, sweet pain exploded in her and she shrieked, her hips bucking into his muzzle. He paused as though afraid he had hurt her. "Yes!" she managed to grind out. "Yes, more!"
He smoothed the rough skin of his paw pads over her tortured nipples as his tongue slipped into her tight, aching passage, thrashing inside her before returning to her clit. Then he curled his fingers and extended his claws and began to gently hook the points into her nipples and pull.
Ecstasy. Bonnie sobbed, her orgasm building inside her. The first time he had made her come, she had felt it, a great cliff she was about to fall from, but the pain of his claws over her nipples only sent her higher than before, and she knew when she fell it would be harder, faster. "Yes," she said. "Yes, yes, yes—"
His tongue slithered and thrashed against her clit, his claws dug into her nipples, once, twice, then alternating, left, right, left, right, and tears sprung to her eyes as her core tightened like a fist inside her. Then he nipped her clit with his teeth and Bonnie exploded.
She screamed, high and wordless, as her release hit her. She was dissolving, dissipating. There was no more Bonnie, only pleasure, only the amazing mix of pain and ecstasy served up to her by her beastly lover.
She had never felt anything like it.
It seemed an eternity passed while she was caught up in the throes of her orgasm, but it couldn't have been more than a minute, and when she finally came down, panting hard, her skin was beaded with sweat and Four was moving up her body, sniffing her madly, as though he couldn't get enough of her.
“Bon-nee, Bon-nee, Bon-nee," he chanted. She'd always thought her name was silly, the name of a little girl, but coming from him it was feral, fierce. The slick head of his pointed cock stroked against the inside of her thigh as he brought his face level with hers, his great tongue licking the sweat from her throat. "Bon-nee, mate. Mate."
Yes, she wanted to say. Yes, I will. But she couldn't catch her breath. The heat of her orgasm
had melted her bones. She lay limp beneath him, exhausted but still wanting more.
Again the rough pads of his paws scraped over her skin, but this time his movements were rough, uncontrolled as he turned her over so she lay on her stomach on the pile of blankets, and she felt another rush of heat between her thighs. She was going to get more. She almost sobbed with gratitude. But there was still the little matter of her virginity...
"Wait," she gasped. Above and behind her, she felt him still. The slick tip of his penis grazed over the swell of her ass, and her core quivered and clenched at the thought of taking it inside. But she was afraid. "I've... I've never had sex before. I'm a virgin."
He lowered his body until it covered her, hot and heavy and rough with wild fur. "Know that," he said. "My mate. Mine!" The cold flesh of his nose nuzzled the swell of muscle between her neck and shoulder. "Made for me."
Did he truly think that? If he did, she hoped it was true. She wanted to be made for him, wanted to take him inside her body. She couldn't bear the thought of her first time being rough and painful, not after the glorious pleasure he'd already given her. She licked her lips. "O... okay," she said. "I just wanted you to know that. I'm nervous."
He nuzzled her again. "No fear. No fear. Mine. Pro-tect."
Her heart melted at the raging tenderness in his words, and she nodded. "All right, then. Mate with me."
He roared, and moved to fuck her.
The rumbles of pleasure she had heard in him were nothing compared to that roar, and Bonnie trembled, her body suddenly tight and nervous, knowing that he was about to stick his enormous, alien cock inside her. She feared it, and wanted it. Would it hurt? Would she like it?
She remembered how it had slid down her throat so easily, and forced herself to relax as Four raised her hips in front of him and positioned himself behind her. The sharp point of his penis speared her wet outer folds neatly, and she held her breath as he tightened his grip on her waist.
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