At least I had that, I thought grimly as I picked my way into the woods, branches scraping my butt and my soft skin, my feet getting cut up by rocks and sticks on the ground.
Wisdom was behind me, however, so I couldn’t stop. I refused to stop. Whenever I looked over my shoulder, I could see him coming, leaping from tree to tree, running on all fours sometimes and on two legs other times. God, but he was fast. And he was still hard—his cock, long and violent looking, lusting after my body…
I was gasping for air before long. I had to slow down or else I was going to pass out. But still, Wisdom was behind me. My feet were bleeding, I was positive, and my hips and legs were dotted with scratches.
Suddenly, I came to a low branch sticking out across my path and pitched over it. I went flying into the ground face first, eating a mouthful of sticks and leaves.
In a second, Wisdom was on top of me. I felt his huge weight pressing into my and his cruel, sharp fingers digging into my skin.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whined, squealing and closely my eyes as his face leaned in close, sniffing me. His long wolf tongue reached out and ran along my neck and I gasped. It felt incredible, even if it was the most terrifying moment of my life.
And then, I realized, Wisdom was shrinking! Of course: we were in the forest, blocked from the moon. He was going back to normal: his face shrunk and his snout retracted into his skull while the hair disappear from his face. He was still as big as before but now he crouched over me, totally naked. His cock, I noticed, had hardly shrunk at all and was still a huge, cruel looking knot.
Still, even if he looked like a human once again, it seemed he hadn’t completely changed back. He spread my legs roughly and pressed the tip of that huge cock against my pussy. Despite everything that had happened, I was still incredibly wet—wetter than I had ever been in my life, I bet.
No matter how wet I was, his cock was still enormous and I screamed as he forced it into me, pain and pleasure lancing through my nerves as his meat invaded me. I wanted it. I wanted him so badly at that moment that I couldn’t even think about how it was happening: there, in the middle of a forest at night, this wolf taking me by force and me, loving every second of it!
He forced his cock in to the hilt, the knot working its way inside of me and expanding, locking me to him. I whined and squealed, my pussy feeling like it was being ripped apart as he began to thrust into me, hard and fast, brutal, uncaring. It was incredible for a first time. It was terrifying and I shrieked and groaned with each of his thrusts.
The pain was incredible as was the pleasure—I’d never been so full. I somehow felt complete for the first time in my life, with Wisdom’s long cock tearing my formerly virgin pussy apart.
“Oh, god, Wisdom, please!” I moaned. “Harder! Harder!”
He fucked me like an animal. Because he was an animal, I realized. I screamed and screamed again, my hips rising to meet his fierce fucking thrusts. I grabbed his muscular ass, pulling him deeper into me as he pounded my poor, poor pussy, driving his meaty rod into my hot, wet core.
“Harder,” I groaned again. I tried to pull him in for a kiss but instead, he hooked his fingers under my shirt and tore it, along with my bra, from my skin, freeing my bountiful breasts. Then, he attached his lips to one of my nipples, biting down hard and drawing blood before suckling ruthlessly.
Before I knew what was happening, I was coming, my pussy erupting between my legs as he continued to pound me.
I felt like my whole body was aching and on fire, pleasure erupting from deep within as Wisdom’s hips continued to work, driving his meat into me, the sore walls of my pussy convulsing around him.
That must have driven him over the edge because after a moment, I felt his cock begin to twitch inside of me. Hot, sticky streams of cum invaded my pussy, filling me up. I moaned and dug my fingers into his flesh, leaving deep scratches.
Not that I cared if I scratched him up: after what he had just put me through, he deserved it, as far as I was concerned.
“Oh, god, Wisdom, Wisdom, Wisdom…” I moaned.
“Kelly,” he grunted. “Fuck, Kelly!”
With that, the last powerful spurt of seed spilled into my womb and he forced his cock out of my aching, sore cunt with a loud pop. I was panting as I lay back, staring up at the cloudy night sky, Wisdom still crouched over me.
“That was incredible,” I whimpered.
“I’m sorry,” he said. I was surprised for a moment but then I decided that no, an apology was probably in order.
“It’s… It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry. I told you to run. I told you. I’m a beast. I’m a monster. I need to stay away from the full moon on nights like this. Otherwise I… I can’t control myself.”
“I noticed,” I said wryly, pulling him close for a kiss. He kissed me back, his fingers toying with my bleeding nipple. I winced as he touched me. He leaned down to my breast and with his long tongue, lapped gently at the slight wound, licking up the blood. It felt incredible, the way his tongue, slightly rough like a wolf’s, twirled around my hardened nub.
“That feels good,” I whispered.
“That’s the idea,” he replied with a chuckle. I punched him gently and reached down to find his cock, sloppy and sticky with our cum. I stroked it with my small hands, barely able to contain it. I found it growing in my hands and before I knew what was happening, Wisdom had straddled me around the chest.
He slid his cock between my breasts and held them tight around his meat, starting to fuck my generous tits. It felt delicious and incredibly naughty, the feeling of his hot cock between my breasts, sliding forward and back.
The tip inched towards my lips and I opened my mouth hungrily, taking him in and sucking, sucking as it came near my lips. I shot out my tongue and teased his tip and even captured the cockhead in my mouth when it neared my lips.
“Mmm, your body is gorgeous,” Wisdom murmured. “I love your curves. I love your tits. I love your ass. I want to make you mine.”
“I might as well be yours,” I said softly, reaching up to stroke his face. “You basically just mated with me, didn’t you?’
He grunted as he thrust his cock into my lips and smiled. “I guess I did.”
“I’m your bitch now,” I said teasingly, working my tongue into the tip of his cock, tasting the salty and sour cocktail of our juices still clinging to his dick. He reached around behind my head and pulled me forward, sliding his massive cock into my mouth.
I gagged a little as it hit the back of my throat but found a way to hold it together as he began to thrust into my mouth, taking up a steady rhythm as his meat invaded my mouth over and over, sliding in and out, all the way down my throat and then out. I gagged again but began to bob my head, swirling my tongue around his delicious werecock.
“Oh, god, Kelly, you’re so good with those lips,” he moaned. One of his fingers found its way down to flick my nipples as I sucked him, bobbing my head back and forth, back and forth. I found my own rhythm and suddenly, it became easy, except for how large it was.
I’d always been attracted to the idea of blowjobs and I’d always fantasized about giving one to a sexy, big, rough guy—a guy like Wisdom—even though I’d never have admitted that to my friends. I had to play the good girl, the good virgin, and pretend like I thought the idea of giving a boy a blowjob was “ewww, gross!”
In fact, it drove me wild and I would lie awake at night, rubbing my pussy through my panties and imagining a big, powerful cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it. I would feel it throb in my mouth and then, suddenly, without warning, it would explode…
And here I was, living the fantasy. Wisdom grunted as he pumped my mouth, gripping my hair tight. Even the way he held my hair drove me crazy. I wanted more, more of it! And I wanted him to finally cum in my mouth.
“Ugh, god!” he groaned. “I’m cumming again!”
And so he was—hot, long spurts of cum spilled out of his cock, shooting down my formerly virg
in throat. I lapped up his cum obediently, sucking it down like a good girl.
I was his mate, I had decided, the wolf’s bitch and his cum was mine to swallow. I had thought of spitting it all out like I knew my girlfriends did but there was no way I’d ever do that. Wisdom’s cum was mine to swallow and mine alone.
His cock grew soft in my mouth as I finished milking it for its salty treat. He slid out of my mouth with a loud pop and I lay back with a pleased sigh, my throat pleasantly sore from the fucking.
“That was something else,” Wisdom said with a pleased sigh.
We cuddled together for a few minutes, his strong arms engulfing me and stroking my belly slowly. Finally, I asked the question that had been on my mind the entire time.
“What’re you going to do now?’
“Now?” he asked.
“Are you going to leave?”
“I suppose,” Wisdom said with a shrug. “I’m sort of a wanderer.”
“You… you could stay here.”
“Here?”
“In the forest. You’d be safe from the moon.”
I blushed. And the most important part?
“And you’d be close to me,” I said finally, blushing.
“I’d like that,” Wisdom said. I could see his sharp teeth glinting in the pale moonlight, the moon itself still thankfully obscured.
“And I could bring you food. Every day, I’d come to see you. And you can do whatever you want to me…”
The idea delighted me. I felt him growing hard too, so it must have delighted him as well, his cock pressing against my ass.
“You can take me whenever you want. I’m all yours now.”
“Oh, I know,” Wisdom said with a growl. “I know.”
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And with that, I felt him rise up on his haunches, pressing his cock against me once more. I gasped with delight and bent over, arching my back and letting my thighs spread.
I whimpered as I felt his huge girth pressing against my tight little hole, no longer pure and virginal but completely, and absolutely, claimed—claimed by this beast of a man. I had his cum inside of me, had his seed burning deep in my belly.
And I wanted more of it.
And I could tell that he wanted to give it to me.
I grunted as he impaled me with his cock, as the heat of his flesh invaded my core. I gripped my breasts hard, face down and whimpering as Wisdom’s cock pressed deeper and deeper into my hole.
“Oh, god, you’re so big…” I gasped, whimpering like a child as he took me again. I was sore from our last round of love making and my body groaned with delight as he pressed deeper and deeper into my tightness, into my wet core.
“It’s all for you, Kelly,” the wolf man gasped as his cock slid into me, inching its way out before pressing back, deeper and deeper into my constricted wet core. I threw my head back, red curls cascading down my back as he began to pound me, taking me like an animal, a true animal, with no concern for my welfare, no concern for me, just a total beast.
“All for you,” he growled again, grabbing me hard by the hair. I screamed in agony, terrified and delighted by this new, rough addition to our love making.
“Oh, god, Wisdom!” I screeched. “You hurt me so good!”
I felt his teeth sink into the back of my shoulder and I squealed again, his hips pounding and pistoning into me harder and faster, like a true werewolf, no humanity left in him—except for the fact that this was an actual man taking me, and no longer a wolf.
Yet in his core, in his soul, I could tell that Wisdom was transformed, made into a wolf, made into a beast who was egotistical, powerful, selfish, and violent. So this was what he meant by his change under the full moon… It wasn’t just physical but mental. Emotional. Spiritual. It was a total change, a holistic change, and one that stayed with him even when he wasn’t a wolf.
“Oh, god, please, Wisdom… Please…” I begged, not knowing exactly what I was begging for. All I knew was that I wanted him to fuck me harder, wanted to be everything for him, and that I wasn’t about to let him get the best of me. I wanted to be everything that this beast needed—even in my nineteen years, I knew I had found something, found something… Spectacular.
Yes. Spectacular. That was the word to describe Wisdom.
And awe-inspiring.
And… terrifying. Truly and absolutely terrifying.
“You’re all mine,” Wisdom whispered in my ear, his voice little more than a guttural growl. The words sent shivers of delight up and down my spine. I was his. I had never belonged to anyone before. And I liked the sound of it. Liked the way the words tasted on my lips as I repeated them, rolling them over my tongue and letting them spill out of my mouth as he took me over and over, his cock spreading my formerly virgin hole wide, making me his mate.
“Harder, Wisdom, harder…” I begged, reaching back to grab him by the hair, savoring the feeling of his sweaty body on top of mine, savoring the way he dominated me, the way he in turn savored and disciplined my flesh. I gasped again as he dug his teeth harder into my flesh, leaving tiny, bloody welts. I didn’t care. The pain was my pleasure.
That was what he did—he caused pain, but when he did, it was pleasure. He was my pleasure and my pain.
I felt him start to twitch deep inside of me and I knew he was getting close—could feel the hunger that had begun already deep inside of his flesh beginning to spill over into me once more, as it already had once.
“Please, baby, Wisdom…” I groaned. “Please, cum in me—make me yours.”
My plea was enough to push him over the edge, it seemed. With a long, anguished howl, he thrust himself once more into me, gripping my hips from behind so hard I thought I would bruise—who am I kidding, I KNEW I would bruise—and I felt his cock pumping, spasming, spilling his seed, filling me with his hunger, filling me with his desire, filling me with his passion.
And maybe… His love?
No. I dashed away all thoughts of love. This wasn’t love. This had to be lust. I knew there could be nothing real, nothing true and pure about this passion in the woods. This was just animalistic fucking, brutal and hard, the way beasts do it. There was nothing else to be said about it.
He and I, we weren’t really so different. Both just animals, hungry and needing passion and physical contact. And we were getting it. He was getting what he wanted—I was making sure of that.
Each pump of his cock spilled more and more of his seed into my womb. I had no idea what would come of this—would I get pregnant? Would this ill-considered tryst in the forest lead to something more—to a little werewolf, growing in my belly?
Regret and trepidation began to fill me as he slid out of me and, exhausted, I collapsed to the ground. I rolled over onto my back to look at him and suddenly, all my regrets, all my fears dissipated.
How could I have resisted this? How could I have resisted this perfect specimen of a man and wolf combined into one? His lean, built body, with muscles glistening with sweat in the moonlight like wet rocks in a stream, smooth and glazed over with a dusting of hair, it was what any woman wanted—the more pure and true expression of masculinity that I had ever seen. How could I have wanted anything else?
How could I have resisted? And that cock… Long still, even though it was flaccid and slicked with both of our juices, dripping cum, still knotted at the base—I hadn’t even had his knot inside of me, I realized—I hadn’t even experienced the most powerful, the most painful, and invariably pleasurable part of being with Wisdom.
I hadn’t even really given myself to him, I decided, if I hadn’t been knotted—if he hadn’t done to me exactly what beasts like him do for real in the wild.
And his face—that cherub’s face, painted with a five o’clock shadow that made him seem older than he really looked upon closer inspection, made him seem all the more fierce, all the more dangerous, all the more bestial, no matter what he could say.
It was his eyes, though, that caught my attention the most, that s
poke the most of his dual nature. In one eye, I could see the cold blue reason of humanity, relaxed and rational, while the other, fiery, angry, passionate—there was the Animal that lived in him still. There was the beast that inhabited my lover’s body and just by looking at his eyes, just by drowning in his eyes, I could understand that conflict. I could live in it. And there was a life to be lived there, certainly.
“You’ll probably want to get dressed and go home,” Wisdom finally said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You shouldn’t stay here. I’m dangerous.”
“I’ll be back in the morning,” I said, beginning to gather the clothes I had lost in the process. He stood away from me, having turned his back and locked his eyes on the moon glaring down at us through the trees, a few stray moon beams catching his features and making them glow with an otherworldly light.
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