by Hawke, Jessa
“I have always wondered what it would be like to be anything other than human. I am wondering what it would be like to become one of your kind. When we have chuldren would they be in wolf form or human form, and how long would it be before I gave birth, nine months or three months? If I became one of your kind, would you still be in love with me, or do you only want to date human beings?”
Drew was pretty surprised at her attitude towards him and his kind. He had not expected it to come so naturally to her, and the thought that she was asking him so many questions that sort of related to him and her being together made his cock throb for her even more.
“There will be due time to answer all of those questions, but there is one important thing that I want to tell you right now. I would like to make love to you slowly, touch you in all the right places and then fuck the daylights out of you. If I come inside you and my seed shoots into your pussy, you become one of us. I will definitely love to make you my mate if you agree, and I promise to love you forever,” he said to her.
“Make love to me, Drew. I want you to make love to me in your semi-wolf form, and I want you to fuck me like the wolves fuck,” she said, her voice laden with arousal.
Drew could not quite believe it. Had he heard right, or were his ears playing tricks on him? Erika wrapped her fingers around his cock and lowered her head to the tip, rubbing her tongue over it as if tasting him to see if he tasted the same. He made her get onto all fours, down on her hands and knees, and then went behind her. He parted her thighs and ran his finger through her pussy, careful to keep his claw withdrawn so as not to hurt her. Erika trembled at his touch, and he could feel that she was wetter than she had been before.
Erika Drew in a deep breath when she felt his head pressing in between her thighs from behind, his hot breath in her cunt as he ran his tongue through her hot sensitive folds. She had never felt so needful before in her life, and she felt as if she was going to lose her mind if he did not penetrate her already. Luckily for her, she finally felt his tongue pulling out of her pussy as he got on top of her and bit her shoulder, his fangs piercing into her skin in a pleasurable sort of pain that ignited her arousal further. She could feel his cock at the entrance of her sex and it made her feel weak in the thighs. She pushed herself backwards to meet him, just as Drew pushed forward.
*****
“Ohhh yesssss!” Erika hissed when she felt his hardness parting her lips and driving into her folds.
The cock felt enormous inside her vagina, filling her up in a way that she has never been filled before. She felt all of the nerve endings in her sex vibrating with pleasure as Drew began pumping in and out of her slowly. He dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her backwards to meet him whenever he pushed in, and Erika was in heaven. The fur on his body was scratching her in a good way, adding to the pleasure that she was feeling. She felt as if he was restraining himself, holding back because of her, and yet she wanted him hard and rough inside her. She wanted him to let go and give it to her the way that he wanted to.
“Harder, Drew, fuck me harder,” she said, reaching her hand under her, two fingers going onto her clit and beginning to rub it roughly over the pecker.
Drew had never known that such big bodied women could be so tight. Erika’s pussy held his cock tightly in a sweet way as he drove it deep into her. At her plea he started fucking her harder and faster, glad that she loved it just the way that he did. He could feel the heat within his dick building, and he knew that he was going to be in for one hell of an orgasm as he claimed Erika as his own. He spanked her butt with one hand, making her squeal in delight as he hammered his shaft into her hard.
Erika had never felt anything so intense in her life. She wanted to grip her pussy muscles around the cock, but it was already too huge and had filled up her sex completely. She continued rubbing her clit hard over the shaft as it worked in and out of her. She could feel the heat within her pussy building intensely. Drew's balls were slapping against her pussy lips pleasurably as human and beast rode closer to the city of climax. And then it came suddenly.
“Oh yes, I'm coming, Drew, I'm cominnggg!”
Her pussy quaked over the cock as she took Drew with her, his seed filling her up and forever changing her destiny. His cum was huge and hot in her, and she could feel it blending with her own juices in her womb. Never in her life had she ever felt so satisfied, and it was Drew who had brought her there. When they were done, she collapsed onto her belly with Drew still on top of her, and his softening dick still inserted inside her.
“I think that is the best thing that has ever happened to me,” she breathed, before she fell into a satiated sleep.
*****
When Erika woke up in the morning, she was feeling a sense of fulfillment in a way. She remembered the tremendous love making that Drew had given her, and she felt her blood racing through her veins. She opened her heavy eye lids and looked beside her, expecting to find Drew there, but there was nobody. She was alone in the bedroom, and she felt a little disappointed because she had expected him to give her morning glory sex. She had never felt this way before, but her whole body was on fire in a way that she did not recognize. She felt as if Drew had unlocked some sort of passion in her, fuelling her desires to the point where she could not get enough of him.
She thought about her relationship with a werewolf. To the normal human being, that would be taboo, but to her it was highly exciting, especially since human men had hardly given her the time of day up to this point. Werewolves were gentlemen from what she had seen, and they were the bomb when it came to sex. Last night Erika could not remember how many times she had come as they had made love endlessly, and she even still felt a little sore in her sex. There would never be another man who could make love to her the way that Drew had and leave her this satisfied. Come to think of it, there would never be another man in her life because Drew had already claimed her as his mate and she was his for life. The reality of things started to hit her like the storm last night, only this time it made her feel pretty excited. She would soon have a ring on her finger, well, at least that is if werewolves wear rings. Where the hell is Drew? She had so many questions for him. She slipped out of the bed and wrapped one of his robes around her before making her way out of the bedroom. As she passed by the dressing mirror, she saw bite marks on her shoulder, reminding her of how pleasant the bites had felt as Drew shagged her.
Drew hurried out of the workshop leaving Erika’s car there. Hopefully, she was not going to work today and he could spend the rest of the day with her. He had left the house early in the morning while she slept so that he could arrange for her car to be towed to a workshop for repairs. He still could not believe that she had so easily accepted him, and he had even gone ahead and told his pack mates that he had found a mate for himself. Suddenly, he felt as if everything in his life was falling in place. He had a good career and had built a name for himself in the law industry, and now he had just found the love of his life. Just thinking of Erika made his cock become hard. She had felt so naïve as he made love to her, and although he could not ask, he could tell that she had gone for a very long time without sex. Her pussy was tight, almost as if she was a virgin, and he couldn’t get the sounds of her moans out of his mind. His dick was rock hard by the time he pulled up at his house, wondering if Erika was still in bed, and ready to give her the pounding of her life.
“Where are you coming from this early?” she asked as he walked into the kitchen, where she was busy preparing coffee and eggs.
Erika felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body when she noticed that Drew's cock was hard and as stiff as a flag post, aching to escape his jeans. She felt the goose bumps on her forearms coming to life as her clit started throbbing in between her pussy lips. She wondered if she would be able to make it through breakfast without diving onto him, yearning for his yummy cock inside her.
“I just thought that I could organize for your car to go to the mechanic for a checkup while y
ou slept,” he walked over to her and made as if to kiss her on the cheek.
Erika ducked her head, planting her lips full on his and beginning to kiss him deeply in the mouth as her tongue rubbed over his, tasting him. Everything about him made her feel like melting into him and becoming one with him. He pulled her close, embracing her, and her heart skipped a beat when she felt his dick against her belly. Her pussy turned into jelly as she imagined the cock inside her, although right now it was not as huge as it was when Drew shifted into a werewolf. All the same, just the fact that it was Drew's, the only man who had ever appreciated her and shown her a new phase of love, and she would be satisfied with whatever he had to offer. The robe that she was wearing fell open, and she felt Drew's hands going to her breasts. He started massaging them, taking her nipples into his fingers and pinching them softly. Erika felt as if she was going to go nuts as pleasurable sensations rippled through her body, igniting all of her desires.
“God, Drew, you are going to drive me crazy from the way that things are going, I can't seem to get enough of you,” she said, pulling her lips away from his and looking into his desire filled eyes.
“I've been thinking about you all morning, and as you realized, when I came here I already had a hard on, just for you,” he said, taking her by the hand and guiding it to his raging hard cock.
“You are so hard,” her voice trembled as she squeezed the pecker, making Drew grunt out in pleasure.
She slid her hand into his pants through the waist, pushing it past the boxers to take a hold of the shaft. It was just as hard as she could remember it last night, and she couldn’t wait to get in inside her. She quickly removed her hand and started unbuckling his belt, pulling it open before working his pants open. She let them drop to the ground and then hooked her fingers into his boxers and tugged them down. As Drew kicked them off his feet, Erika crouched on the ground and lowered her head to his dick, running her tongue up and down the length. She then took the head of his cock into her mouth and began swirling it around as Drew groaned in delight. She sucked on the head while jerking it up and down by the base, and from the way that Drew was trembling, she could tell that he was having the time of his life.
Drew could finally take it no longer; he needed to be deep inside her and fill her up as she rewarded him with pleasure. He pulled her head off his crotch, and as she stood up, he lifted her off the ground and placed her seated on the kitchen counter. Parting the robe, he parted her thighs and lowered his head in between them, flicking his tongue through her slit and getting a taste of her nectar. As usual, Erika reacted just the way that he loved, trembling as she moaned. He took her clit into his mouth and started sucking on it. He plunged a finger into her slit, beginning to finger fuck her in the way that he knew drove her crazy. Having been with her most of the night, making love, he had come to know just what turned her on, and he took advantage of those spots.
“No Drew, this is too much for me, I need you to be inside me right now,” Erika said in a voice heavy with arousal, as she pulled his head out of her crotch.
He stood in between her thighs and took a hold of her feet, pulling them up and placing them against his shoulders. Erika leaned back on her hands and closed her eyes as she felt his hardness driving into her. Drew started fucking her hard and fast, the wetness of her juices against his love rod making sloshing sounds. Drew pumped faster and harder, and it was not long before Erika jumped over the cliff, climaxing hard just as Drew's dick stiffened inside her and shot his load into her, filling her up.
They laid silent for a few moments as their breathing surged in unison. They slowly separated from each other but their eyes remained locked in a trance of lust and longing. For Erika, it was more than that though. She felt a bond of love and commitment. She considered herself now as Drew’s mate, joined to him for a lifetime. Drew broke his gaze away from Erika and looked at the breakfast she had prepared that was sitting on the counter. He slipped his boxers on and reached up into a cupboard above the kitchen sink, retrieving two matching grey coffee mugs.
He began to slowly pour coffee into one of the mugs as steam swirled and rose to fill the air and Erika caught a strong scent of the dark roast. Drew filled the other mug with coffee and lifted it in Erika’s direction. “Coffee?” he asked as he took a long drawn out sip. Erika accepted the offered mug and also took a sip, longing for these moments of simple closeness to last forever.
THE END
Owned by the Bad Boy
Jen wasn't the kind of woman to seek out bad boys, but they always seemed to find her. Lately they weren't the stereotypical kind of thugs, which she had to admit to herself was a nice change. She thought about it as she worked her ass on the step machine at her gym. Most of the thug type of bad boys she'd met had been a bad idea from the very start, with almost no redeeming qualities save for sex and danger; and both of those things, she was learning, could be offered to her by almost anyone. She wasn't sure what did it for her when it came to boys being rebels, maybe it had something to do with how her first boyfriend had broke her heart while wearing a leather jacket—he'd slipped his hand up her best friend's skirt during a home football game. That had been the end of it, or so Jen had thought, but now it seemed like the entire affair kept coming back to haunt her.
The stair step machine was stet on a high intensity work out, and as it ramped up Jen had to step faster and faster. It wasn't something that she didn't mind because it allowed her mind to work independently form her body, something that not many of the other machines accomplished very well. All of the rest of them, to include the treadmill, didn't really allow her to escape herself via her own thoughts when she was using them. She'd tried everything, even jogging outside, but the only thing that really pulled her mind out of herself was the stair step machine. So as she stepped she kept thinking about her first love, and how everything had been so right for a few weeks before going so wrong. She wondered how he'd been able to haunt her all these years, popping up again and again in the form of other boys just like him.
Maybe there was more to it, and she was just trying to simplify it in order to make it less of a big deal in her mind. Jen considered this, and it sounded like it was a very real possibility. She thought about her last boyfriend and how things had gone. His name had been Brad, and he hadn't been such a bad guy, when he was sober. But Brad was only sober when he wanted to be, and that meant most of the time when their relationship started. But as time went on and he became more secure and settled in the relationship, she realized that the drunk Brad who she hated so much was a very real part of her life. She'd begged Brad to quit drinking when he'd first shown his true colors as an alcoholic, but that hadn't done too much good. He'd only started to hide it, and he could only hide it until he was drunk. By the time he was drunk any pretense of Brad being anything but smashed out of his mind went entirely out the window.
As Jen worked her quads on the stair step machine she thought back to the night it had all fallen apart between her and Brad. She'd taken them out to a nice restaurant and they'd eaten a delicious meal. She'd been loving every second of it, especially how well behaved Brad was being—it wasn't everyday that she could get him to act right. But then she'd had to take a call from work; one of her clients that was a bit of a celebrity was worried about how secure the massage parlor she worked at was. She'd assured the client that everything would be all right, that the parlor had never had any problem in the past keeping clients happy with their privacy, and she didn't think that was going to happen anytime in the near future. And that had been that. A conversation of maybe six minutes, and for sure not much more than that. Maybe another minute onto the total talk time if she counted the walk out of the restaurant and the walk back in; she didn't like to speak with clients in restaurants because of the way that people listened in and gossiped like anyone cared what they thought.
When she walked back to her table she found it empty. Jen knew right away what had happened, but she tried not to look at the ba
r. She knew what she was going to find if she looked. She already knew. But she looked anyway, and there he was, sitting at the bar hunched over, staring down into his drink like he'd find whatever answers that alluded him at the bottom. How many drinks had he had already? And would he be able to stop? Those were two things that she needed to find out, and right then. So she walked over to the far end of the bar and acted like she was ordering a drink. When the bartender walked over she told him that she was the girlfriend of the guy at the other end of the bar and she just wanted to know how many he'd had before she approached him.
“He's had about eight so far,” the bartender said. “And he told me that you'd pay for it. Listen, I'm sorry if I shouldn't be serving him. I had no idea that this would be a problem.”
“It's not a problem,” Jen said. “Yet, anyway. Let me see how he is.”
Jen had approached him like he was some kind of bomb, ready to go off at any moment. She knew that acting as such wasn't the fairest she could be to Brad, but then again it wasn't very fair to her that after she left to take a quick work call he'd sprinted over to the bar and immediately started downing drinks.
“Hey sweetheart,” Jen said as she approached. “How are you?”
“How am I?” Brad had asked. “Well isn't that a hell of a question? You just come up to me and ask me how I am? Well, let me tell you something, I'm not well. I haven't been well in a very long time. And I've been trying to tell you that, but every time I bring it up you just start hassling me about drinking again, like I haven't heard it enough! I know I shouldn't be drinking! Don't you think that I know that? It isn't the drinking all by itself. It's a lot of things. Things I can't escape or forget.”
Brad always became very vague whenever he got drunk. He liked to talk about a history he had that he'd never talked to her before when he was sober. When everything had just started to unravel she'd been intrigued by this supposed back story that she wasn't privy to, but since things had gone on this way for awhile now she was starting to wonder if Brad just wasn't full of shit. Jen never got the chance to find out. She left him that night. Stormed out of the restaurant after throwing some money down on the table. She never spoke with Brad again, and she was glad for that. That had been a few months ago, but she hadn't gone on a date or even slept with anyone else since then.
