by Mac Flynn
Orion led me upstairs and to a bedroom. One whiff of the place told me it wasn't the guest bedroom. There was way too much musk in the air. "I think you took a wrong turn."
Orion released my shoulders and stepped back into the hall. He grasped the knob and smiled at me as I half-turned to him. "Just try not to wreck too much."
My eyes widened as he slammed the door shut between us. "Hey!" I rushed forward and grabbed the knob. Locked. I slammed my shoulder against the door, but it didn't budge. There wasn't even a tremor. "Let me out!"
"It's better for both of us if I don't," he argued.
"It won't be better for you when I get out of here!" I warned him.
The voice that replied to me sounded deeper and more gravelly. "I can't. You'll understand in a few minutes."
I pounded my fist on the door. "How about you open the door and explain it to me now?"
This time there was no reply. I growled and turned around to press my back against the entrance. The room was well-lit by the windows. I rushed to them and looked out. They showed the backyard where I saw a snow-covered garden with a small orchard of skeletal trees. The sky above me was clearing and shimmered like crystal. The partially-full moon shone in all its glory.
My gaze stuck on that shining orb. All the frantic thoughts of escape and fear were swept aside as I focused only on that beautiful ball in the sky. My pulse quickened, and there was a stirring in my body that I'd never felt.
It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. On the contrary, it was actually pretty damn good. I felt like a warm blanket was wrapped around me. The longer I stared at the moon the greater became the sensual emotion.
I pressed my palms against the glass and groaned. The heat inside me increased ten-fold. The chill from the window did nothing to stop the warmth, and I was glad for that. I reveled in the delicious heat that consumed me in its strong arms. My body tensed and tightened as a hot pleasure ran through my very being.
I stumbled back and grasped the tall foot of the bed. My chest heaved up and down as my eyes remained riveted to the shimmering moon. The heat inside me caressed my body and pooled between my legs. I was on fire with a lust for I knew not what. All I knew was that I didn't want it to end. I wanted it to keep going, to fulfill a promise I didn't quite know or understand.
I wanted the moon to take me and make me its own.
That thought caused a fire to penetrate the deepest depths of my body. I leaned back and groaned as the cascading light from the moon touched and caressed me. My body shifted and expanded. My pants tore open at the seams to make room for large thighs and thicker muscles. I panted for breath as my breast swelled and pushed against my shirt.
The more of my skin was revealed the more the moon stroked me with its pale heat. I grabbed my shirt and tore it open. It ripped down the middle and revealed my swollen, heaving breasts. They filled my bra and the tops spilled over. I growled and tore at more of my shirt until I was half naked. My pale, naked skin relished the touch of the moonlight, and the moon rewarded me with more wonderful, sinful bliss.
I crawled backwards over the foot and onto the bed. The moon shone completely on my body as I writhed atop the covers. I tore the remains of my pants off me and lay naked beneath its unblinking gaze. My muscles stretched and firmed. My fingers lengthened into claws that cut into the sheets beneath me.
"Oh god," I groaned.
The desire inside me grew more demanding. I rubbed my legs together, but the friction between my thighs only worsened the ache deep inside me. My body craved more of this delicious torture, and yet it begged for completion. The moon promised me something wonderful, a change, and I hungered for that change. Every part of me strained for more heat, more lust, more light.
I squirmed atop the covers and clutched them in my claws as more changes came over me. Soft fur sprouted from my sweat-covered body, but didn't engulf me. The fur covered only the lower half of my breasts and slipped over my trembling hips in a pattern that resembled shorts. My new covering trailed down to my ankles and connected above with the hairs that covered the lower half of my breasts. It was a suits of sort, a soft, slick suit of warm fur that deepened the wonderful ache inside me.
"Yes. Oh god, yes," I moaned.
My ears stretched into pointed tips and I felt my mouth fill with short, sharp teeth. The moonlight filled my muscles with such power that it strained to be released. My soft moans grew louder as these changes swept me into a frenzy of feral lust. The room filled with my loud sounds of pleasure. My sentient thoughts abandoned me and were replaced by one desire: to be taken by one with greater power than I and made to bend to their will.
I sat up and my eyes fell on the closed door. My nostrils flared as I smelled a husky scent from the other side. I slunk off the bed on all fours until I reached the entrance where I stood and pressed the front of my naked body against the wood.
"I know you're there," I cooed. I hardly recognized my own husky voice. My pert breasts brushed against the wood and sent ripples of pleasure through me. I leaned my cheek against the door and groaned. "Come claim me if you dare."
My senses picked up on danger. I stumbled back before the door burst open. In the doorway stood a beast like myself, but his fur covered all of his body. A snout elongated his face, and the tattered remains of blue jeans graced his waist. He filled the room with his scent, and the strong smell was nearly overpowering. Here was a mate worthy of me. One who could satiate the lust that dominated my thoughts and desires.
Whatever his thoughts on the matter, they were pushed aside for more carnal demands. He scooped me into his arms and set me on the bed so fast I had no time to struggle. The beast tore apart the remains of his jeans and covered me with his naked body. His hands were all over me, groping and massaging me. I moaned and thrashed beneath his teasing attentions. He growled and pinned me to the bed with his body.
The beast penetrated me with his thick, pulsing member. I groaned as he filled me from wall-to-slick wall. Every one of his powerful thrusts stroked my sensitive body. Each push of him against me and inside me heightened the deliciously unbearable lust within me. His grunts and groans mingled with my own as our bodies slid against each other in a wild display of carnal lust.
I grasped his arms and squirmed beneath his powerful body. He was everything I imagined, everything I desired, and more. I whimpered and moaned. All inhibitions, all my pride were gone. There was only the ache inside me and his thick cock appeasing it.
"Yes. Oh god, yes. Take me. Make me yours," I pleaded.
He growled and penetrated me faster. The friction between us was maddening. My body desired, nay, demanded completion. He ravished me and took me with a strength of will against which I couldn't fight, nor did I want to. Every sensual sensation of my body against his brought me closer to my climax, closer to the fulfillment first offered by the sensual moon. Our feral grunts and growls echoed off the walls. Our sweat-slicked bodies slid faster against one another.
I leaned back my head and chanted my wants, my desires. "Yes! Oh god, yes!"
The pleasure inside me reached a higher pitch. I clutched onto him as my body tensed. Wave after wave of orgasm swept over me. My body convulsed with the sheer pleasure of his penetrations. He thrust into me a few more moments, heightening my pleasure, before he collapsed by my side atop the sheets.
The room was filled with the sound of our tired pants. My furry lover wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his warm chest. He buried his face into my neck and nuzzled me. I closed my eyes and purred.
We fell asleep that way.
CHAPTER 11
