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My Werewolf Girlfriend
🕑 Added 2020-09-26 00:03:25 +0000 UTCI wasn't going to write anything this week but then I decided to try to write this little idea I had today. Sooooo here you go!
I remember when I first met her.
Sophia.
As a new employee in the purchasing department, my manager was walking me around the building to give me a layout and introduce me to a few people. Just a simple thing before we sat down to go over the details of the position.
It wasn't a glorious job but a few years out of highschool working fast food made it feel pretty great. Plus, it was a small company with seemingly decent people and they were interested in helping me finally go get the degree I'd been putting off. I know people roll their eyes when they hear some boss say that everyone is family at their company but I actually got that vibe just from listening to people and watching how they interacted with each other.
But there was Sophia. Standing at a beat up copier machine with her back to me. She was imposing. Maybe an inch or two or three shorter than I am and I'm a couple inches over six feet tall. Her blue jeans weren't tight but still showed off a fit physique, gathering at the thighs and calves and ass. It was like she was trying to find something loose enough to be comfortable without looking like a baggy slob but the clothing company didn't make something that fit her just right. Her long, blonde hair was pulled into a fishtail braid that hung over her left shoulder with artful strands of loose hair giving the impression of fashionable disinterest in fashion. The long sleeve blouse she wore was baggy but it showed perfect, smooth bare skin along her shoulders and-
My boss pulled my attention away to introduce me to the head of the shipping department but I kept sneaking glances at Sophia until she finished her business and walked back to her desk. Unlike the others who happily chatted and laughed together while working, she projected an aura of isolation.
Although I wasn't introduced to her that day, I made an effort to say hello as soon as our paths crossed. And all I got was a disinterested "hey". No curious questions about the new guy or anything more than that as she went about her business.
One of the middle aged ladies nearby gave me a look of pity but said she's just like that. A really hard worker who keeps to herself. The lady, Kathy, lowered her voice before going all shifty eyed. Said Sophia had worked there for six years and used to be an outgoing girl that would go out for drinks with them and gossip in the office but it all stopped a little over two years ago. She'd been in an accident on a camping trip and came back from the hospital pale and withdrawn.
The few times I was down in the shipping department after that, I saw the same thing. She'd work and keep her interactions to a minimum. About the only thing I noticed her doing out of character was using the lone private bathroom unofficially reserved for management rather than the stalls us commoners used. Nobody complained about it or said anything about it, though. Like I said, they actually did seem like a decent bunch of people.
I tried not to be too much of a creep but my eyes were just drawn to her every time she was around. I'm sure part of it was because I was thirsty as hell and another part was how gorgeous she looked but there was just some other little quality about her that I couldn't place.
It took two months of disinterested "heys" before I finally just introduced myself. She stopped and then and looked at me, gray eyes searching my face as if discovering every little exposed flaw. Finally, just when I started to feel unsettled, she nodded and said "I know" and slid around me to grab a box from her desk. She dropped it into an outgoing bin and then continued on to the bathroom.
I guess it's not much but it's better than before and she at least knew who I was. It's a good step and I barely had to ignore the amused, silent grins of the ladies around me.
More gossip let me know that she doesn't talk much. Keeps her head down. Literally. Bolts as soon as the day is done. Incredibly dedicated worker, though.
Everything changed three months later. I was down to the last sheet of paper on my last notepad so I decided to grab some more. I waved to a few people leaving early for the day. It was ten minutes to 5 p.m. so I'm not sure why they wouldn't just stay until closing but it's not really my business.
Lost in my own little world, I headed downstairs, past sales and shipping and the tiny knot of people in the accounting department. If I were forced at gun point to name an unpleasant group, it'd be them. But just barely.
The door to the supply closet was ajar with a light on. Thinking nothing of it, I slipped inside.
Sophia stood on a small step ladder reaching up for a box of expandable folders. For whatever reason, the normally long, loose blouse she wore had bunched up and lifted. Showing her belly.
She was half-turned to me but looking up until I entered. As soon as I was inside, her head snapped down and she looked fierce. She tugged at her shirt and jumped down to the floor from the ladder but I was rooted to the spot.
Her lower stomach was hairy. Feathery blonde hairs up past her belly button. But what was vividly etched in my mind where the four nipples standing out against her untanned skin. They couldn't be anything else; they were very, very obvious. Two rows of two, starting just beneath the glorious curves of her breasts.
Meanwhile, Sophia fucking snarled and ran past me to close the door. Despite her speed, she shut it softly and then stood there, just behind me. The silence combined with us both frozen in place was unnerving. I still faced the ladder but could feel her behind me.
"You saw," she said, finally. Her voice sounded raw.
"I mean," I said but then my brain just refused to work. No other words formed as my thoughts just kinda churned in place. Trying to think of what made sense in what I saw.
"Shit," she growled. "Goddammit."
There was movement behind me and she appeared, walking around me and then in a tight oval, pacing while grumbling under her breath.
I was having a hard time thinking of what was safe to say while she looped back and forth.
"What- what did you see?" she asked, stopped with her back turned to me. "Nevermind. Stupid fucking question. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
It was the most I'd heard her say in my presence.
"You don't, ah, you don't have to do anything?" I said, ending it with a hesitant question.
She laughed, short and bitter. With her back still to me, I saw her tremble and then reach up to scratch at her left arm. Her hand tightened into a fist that looked painful from where I stood.
Now I began to feel nervous. That solitary aura she put out was changing into something else and it had definite undertones of violence.
"I could kill you before you even knew what happened," she said, confirming my extremely recent and apparently extremely accurate analysis of her stance, mood and internal thoughts.
"Well," I said, glancing at the door behind me.
I could feel the pressure she gave off and it closed a cold hand over my heart.
"I c- could," she said, slightly spoiling the danger with the stutter. Her nails dragged down her arm.
Finally, she turned. The small comfort I'd taken from her last words fled. Her eyes were sharp and hungry. She stalked over to me. There were no other words for it. One foot slowly in front of the other with her eyes pinning me to the spot. Closer and closer and closer until she stood inches away from me. Despite being physically shorter, her very presence loomed over me.
"Do you believe me?" she asked, staring at my chest with her arms to her sides. Hands closed into fists with nails digging into her palms.
"Yeah, actually," I said truthfully. My throat felt dry. "Yeah, I do."
She stood before me, breathing with slow, purposeful breaths. As if forcing herself to calm down. As close as she was, I could feel warmth from her.
"Good," she rumbled with a growl. "Let me show you why."
Sophia looked up at me and bared her teeth and I finally understood why she kept to herself and usually spoke short sentences with her head slightly bowed.
Four short but obvious fangs crowded her mouth when her lips pulled back over her teeth. With her eyes still locked onto mine, she reached up, dragging her nails through her thick hair to show her ears. They were pointed, with the rounded edges drawn into sharp, short tips that twitched when they slid against her hair. Blonde stubble dotted the edges of her ears.
"Huh," I said lamely as she let her hair fall back into place.
"I'm a werewolf," she said.
Despite the very obvious danger, I almost laughed. Like, okay, "What big teeth you have! What big ears you have! What extra little nipples you have!" as if those were the threat. The teeth, yes, sure. But the ears were an odd extra bit of detail that I guess I didn't need? And then the way she announced the whole thing was terrible. It has to have been the first time she's said it out loud and especially the first time she's told anyone else. It has to be. There was just no force behind it at all. Like- like she was on her hundredth first date and the guy asked her what she did for a living. An old tired question with an automatic, bored answer.
And, I'm sorry, despite the danger, she was still very, very pretty. I couldn't help staring at her face. Part of it was to stare at her canines but the rest of it was just because of how attractive she was. And how close she was to me. And the electricity I could now feel in the air. And the danger of it all. It was thrilling.
The line from her top lip to her nose was more pronounced and gray. Something I should've noticed before but glossed over in all of our previous short encounters. And the rounded tip of her nose was slightly darker than the rest of her skin. Rose colored rather than pink with tiny cracked lines.
And stubble on her jaw. Almost invisible even standing this close but I can see it as I look down at her.
I can't help it. I reach up. She stares at me incredulously, as if unaware that it was even a possibility to do what I was doing. My fingers brush her cheek as I slide them through her hair to reveal her ear again. My thumb brushes the edge and her eyes flicker while she licks her lips. Her nostrils widen. I can feel the soft hairs covering the backs of her ear as I raise my hand to the tip and gently rub it between my thumb and middle finger.
She makes a noise. And closes her eyes. And turns her face to lick the inside of my wrist. Two purposeful licks as I rub her ear. And then her eyes fly open and she takes a half-step back.
"I- I didn't-" she stutters, suddenly looking panicked.
The intimacy of her gesture calls to me. It was strange but obviously needy. Obviously hungry. So, I take my chance.
I lean into her and kiss her, my lips against hers. And then I step back to assess how long I have to live.
Only I don't get very far because she launches herself at me, tackling me and slamming me against the wall. Now she's on me, arms on my shoulders, hands clenched in my hair with her mouth on mine and her tongue forced between my lips. Gasping as she writhes against me. I can't help but reach down to grab her ass and she moans in my mouth when I squeeze.
Drool connects us when she pulls away until she wipes her mouth.
She's panting with wild eyes and a heaving chest. God, her tits felt amazing against me. Soft and large and-
"Shouldn't- Shouldn't have done that," she gasps. I watch her gnash her teeth and press a hand against her stomach with a quiet little growl.
From anyone else, I'd say I knew where this was going. Or where it should go. All the signals were there. My aching dick doesn't care about all this extra nonsense she's got going on. I mean, I personally have so many questions but, right now, I just kinda want to make out with her. Fuck it. Fortune favors the bold. The questions could come later.
"You, uhh, you want to go back to my place?" I ask her.
And she whines. Like a fucking dog. A true animal sound coming from this beautiful woman's lips. Her knuckles go white as she presses them even harder into her gut and her lips quiver.
"We," she says but stops to swallow. Her hands open and she hugs herself. Which has the fortunate side effect of pushing her tits forward. She sniffs the air and turns her head left and then right. "Could fuck right here. I could ride you. Right here. Right here."
"As incredibly sexy as that sounds, I don't want to get fired," I tell her. She's so fucking horny and that just makes it worse for me. I think my brain gave up a little bit ago. "My place isn't too far away. I could give you the address and you could follow me or I could give you a lift?"
"Or here," she groans, stepping close to wrap her arms around me. Her lips press against my throat. And then against the curve of my neck. She kisses me there and then licks her spit away while grinding against me. "Ride you right here. Right now. Right now."
"Come with me," I say, pushing at her but she's surprisingly strong. There's a scent to her now. It's not sex, not entirely. Not just her pussy. But a scent. Strong but not overpowering. It's heady enough to make me a little dizzy.
"Okay," she finally agrees. "Okay, okay. Your car. Can't think straight to drive. Can't think. Your car. Your car."
"Just wait for a minute," I tell her but she's kissing my cheek and mouth and clawing at my shirt. "Wait. Hold on, I said. Okay. Follow me after a minute. I'll wait for you in the parking lot."
She fucking doesn't wait, of course. As soon as I turn to leave, she's following and I just pray it isn't obvious what we're doing. Thankfully, there's nobody around. I can hear her mumbling something behind me as we make our way out into the open parking lot. Someone - Dave from IT, I think, waves as he gets into his car and I wave back before leading Sophia to my car. It's an older Toyota and I hope she doesn't care but she doesn't seem to even notice as I go around to open her door.
Before I can grab the handle, she leans back against the car, rocking it. Her hand brushes my cock and she moans, eyes rolling back while rubbing her ass against the car in a slow circle.
"Bend me over here," she groans. "Fuck me against the car. In the open. In the open under the sky with the wind and sun on my body. God, I've wanted that. I've wanted it so bad you don't even know. Just fucking take me from behind right here, I don't give a shit. Just-"
"Sophia," I say sharply, glancing around. "Not here. Come on. Into the car. I have a bed and everything."
Her hands slap the door and she drags her nails up. Paint curls away and I die inside a little but it is a beat up old car. I finally get the door open and she slips inside while I run around to get into the driver's seat, starting the car and backing up way faster than I should.
Sophia's leaning back into her seat with her belt between her tits. Her normally loose blouse outlines her breasts now and they are as glorious as I imagined without actually seeing them bare.
As I pull onto the main road, she unbuckles herself.
"Whoa, you have to-"
But she's bending over the console, pulling down my zipper without saying a word. I groan but slide my ass forward and she growls happily when she's able to pull my pants down far enough to free my dick.
She's on it immediately, grabbing the base while shoving her mouth down over the head. I can't say that it's a good blowjob, but the idea of it is fucking fantastic. She's just too frantic to make it enjoyable. I can feel her canines against me but she's careful as she strokes me and bobs her head up and down. Her silky blonde hair falls against my bare stomach and I reach down to grip her head.
Looking down, I see a trail of blonde fur from the nape of her neck and down her back, two inches below her shoulder and thumb-width thick.
The girl's rough but her mouth is wet and her tongue is soft so I feel myself getting closer and closer.
"Sophia, wait," I tell her, pulling her head. But, again, she's incredibly strong and growls while shoving her head down even faster.
So, I cum in her mouth with a loud hiss and my foot jerks, causing my car to lurch forward for a moment. She moans and shakes and I can hear her swallowing every load until I'm completely drained.
Finally, she lays back but she still grips my cock with a smile. Slowly jerking me off. Keeping me hard.
"You taste so fucking good," she groans, leaning her head back while pawing at her throat. "I want more. I want your cum inside of me. Filling me up. Fuck me bareback. Ride you. Fucking gonna ride you until you bust a nut deep inside of me and then I'm gonna suck you off until you're clean. Fuck. Been so fucking long. You have no fucking idea. Need to be fucked. Need to be fucked so bad."
The string of bad language seems to go on endlessly as she slips her other hand between her thighs and she squirms while she touches herself, occasionally glancing over at me with a hungry smile. Everyone can see my dick if they want and plenty of jacked-up trucks pass me. I don't even care at this point and I barely even notice the drive home.
It's a rush to get into my apartment. I'm trying to button my pants while Sophia is assaulting me every step of the way, going on and on about fucking in the open and not caring who sees. The completely 180 from her standoffish behavior is pretty damn incredible but her apparent unquenchable horniness is intoxicating.
We make it inside and she tries to drag me to the ground but I slip from her grip and lead her into the bedroom.
"Lay down," she pants while unbuttoning her jeans. "I'll ride you."
"No," I tell her and she growls somewhat menacingly. "You lay back and let me enjoy your body."
"Nooooo," she whines, biting at her lip but I grab her and shove and she lands against the bed with a gasp. "No, I'll ride you!"
But I'm already on the bed, on top of her and she falls still, trembling beneath me. Maybe the show of dominance turned her on. Maybe I don't give a shit.
I kiss her, grabbing her hands with mine and sliding them up and over her head. Her fangs do crowd her mouth but her tongue is eager, twisting with mine as he lifts her ass to press her clit up against my erection. Ending the kiss, I lean down to nuzzle her neck. The hairs on her jaw are noticeably longer now. They tickle my face as I kiss the soft skin on her shoulder. Peach fuzz greets my lips. She moans when I nip her slightly and her hands tighten against me. Inviting more.
Instead, I sit up and pull at her shirt but meet resistance. She's grabbing the bottom of her shirt and holding it in place.
"Don't," she pleads.
I take her hands gently, pulling them away as I take her shirt and lift it, sliding it along her body and up over her head. Her arms immediately go to cover her chest, just beneath her bra. Her left nipple and dark areola peek out from the open cup. I bend, pulling it aside and take the nipple into my mouth. She gasps and grips my head as I lick the nipple and roll it, flicking it back and forth until I feel it tighten in my mouth.
My hands go beneath her and she lifts her chest so I can undo her bra, pulling it away and up before flinging it behind me. Her breasts quake when she lays back down. I massage her left tit while going for her right nipple and she groans beneath me, clawing at my scalp with her nails.
"Feels so good," she gasps before wrapping her legs around the back of my thighs. "Your tongue feels so good."
I enjoy myself for a moment and then sit back again. Her cheeks are red and she's panting again. Her tongue lays against the corner of her mouth and her impressive chest heaves with every exhalation.
It wasn't a trick of the light. I can see them there. The little extra nipples. They even have their own areola, barely wider than the nipples themselves. The first two rest less than half an inch from the bottom curve of her tits, closer to the middle of her stomach than the nipples on her breasts.
There's so many questions floating around my head, pinging for attention. But, really, all I see are extra nipples to suck on.
She shrieks when I take the first in my mouth and her lower belly slams painfully hard into me. My fingers tweak the other teat while I nip at the first. She's moaning as I kiss the first teat and move to the second one and her chest lifts when I rake my short nails down her side.
And then down. Wispy blonde hairs brush my chin and cheek when I take the first of the second row of teats in my mouth. Sophia gibbers above me, pulling my hair while holding me against her belly. These two are even closer to the center of her body and they have long hairs growing from tiny little bumps surrounding them. I swirl the hair with my tongue while flicking her teat and she twists in my grasp until I'm done and sitting back again.
The blonde hair growing low on her stomach starts thick but lessens as it spreads up her belly. She's got her chin tucked, staring at me with half-closed eyes and her tongue between her bottom fangs.
I bend and kiss the middle of her belly below her second row of teats. And then lower, enjoying the feel of the soft hairs against my face. Lower, kissing her body tenderly where the hair grows thick until I can call it nothing other than fur.
Just above the band of her panties, I'm surprised to find two more teats hidden beneath the tuft covering her mound.
I can smell her pussy so strongly now. Her pants are unbuttoned to show plain white panties that puff up over the fur it can't contain. I want to fuck her so bad right now. She's moaning and lifting her hips in a wave, enticing me. But her teats are so fucking weird and amazing that I can't help myself.
Pushing fur aside, I suckle at her lower nipples and her thighs, wrapped around my sides now, crush me hard enough that I wheeze. My spit wets the fur as I swirl my tongue around the nipple over and over and over and over until I bite and she bucks beneath me. The other nipple suffers a similar fate while I take my time, pulling back just enough to breathe hot air on the exposed, wet skin. She groans and whimpers and begs me to fuck her.
"It's so bad," she pants. "The heat. You don't know. You don't know. It's so bad. So bad all the time. So fucking bad fuck me. Please fuck me. Just fucking pound into me I need to cum so bad. I need it so bad. I need cock so. Fucking. Bad."
Her legs unwind when I kneel before her. I grab her jeans and she lifts her legs to help me pull them free where they join her bra somewhere behind me.
Lines of blonde fur cover the inside of her thighs and wild tangles of wet hair spread out from the seat of her panties. When I reach for her panties, she sits up for a moment and grabs my wrist.
"Wait," she says before her tongue circles her lips. "Wait. Let me ride you. Let me do it. Just lay back. Let me do the work. Let me."
I kiss her and she kisses back until I press my hand against her chest and push her gently back to the bed.
"Please," she whines, staring up at me. "Please."
Her panties slide over her legs. There's a thick liner on the seat of the panties that she's soaked through. It's mostly useless because her pussy and the fur around her crotch are still drenched. Her hands fly down to cover her sex but I pull them away and her hands move - only because she lets me.
It's... different. Her labia are red and puffy but her inner lips are distended and dark, matching the color of the tip of her nose. They aren't just the "wing" pussy lips I've seen on some women but incredibly swollen and thick. Closed together.
"Don't look," she begs, sliding a hand down until I push it away. "Don't look at it."
The bottom of the pussy folds upwards into the two lips and her hood has been pulled forward from her mound to join the strange folded pussy lips. Her clit is shiny, bulging out from the hood and pointing down to the center of her tri-fold pussy.
Well. They come in all shapes and sizes. All I know is that she's soaking wet, incredibly hot and waiting for me to fuck her.
I bend down and she writhes, lifting her knees to press her thighs against her head. I can feel powerful muscles beneath the soft skin and my hands, scratching against her belly, feel the ridges of her flexing abdominal muscles.
My hot breath puffs against her pussy a second before my lips press into her. She gasps, arching her back with a quavering human-like howl when I open my mouth and suck her lips inside. She's gibbering about being mounted and fucked and mated as I press my tongue inside her strangely tight pussy lips and then up to her clit. Her legs tremble against my head while I work my tongue, swirling the tip against her clit until she's making a continuous high pitched whining noise.
With my arms wrapped around her thighs and my fingers pinching her hidden teats, I slip my tongue into her pussy. She slams her ass up hard enough into my face to hurt but I hold her as steady as I can, flexing my tongue over and over while swallowing her clear cum.
She orgasms with a sharp, yowling howl. Her hips and ass shake but I continue to suck and lick until she settles in place. And then I pull back to see her staring at me with her mouth open and fangs exposed.
I undress while she watches and I see her tremble from tiny aftershocks. When I pull my pants off, she moans and scoots down in an effort to rub her pussy against my cock but her efforts are useless until I'm naked and bending over her.
The heat from her pussy is almost painful as my cock slides against her inflamed hood and clit. I go to kiss her but she grabs my head and licks me instead, cleaning her cum from my cheeks and lips before growling and pulling me down into a proper kiss.
My balls lays against her pussy while my dick presses into her clit. She raises herself in hopes I'll slide in but the angle is wrong.
I can't hold back any more. Raising my ass, I grab my cock and guide myself in. She's so fucking tight and wet.
"FUCK! YES! FUCK!" she screams in my ear while clawing at my back. Her hands grip my head and pull me down into a kiss as I push into her until I bottom out. "You feel so fucking good oh my god yes yes yes fuck me yes!"
Shit. Despite blowing my load in the car, I'm so worked up that I already feel close again. I lean into her, cheek-to-cheek. Tiny hairs have grown from her cheek. I can feel them tangling with my short beard as we press together.
"Just. Go slow," I groan in her ear before I pull back. "I'm already close."
"Don't care," she says, flipping her head back and forth. She licks my lips and lifts her hips when I pull back. "Don't care, don't care just cum just cum inside of me just cum I don't care just need it."
Her voice has dropped. Growly. Almost angry. She's grunting and shoving up and clawing my back hard enough to draw blood.
The wet fur covering her lower belly brushes against my stomach, painting me with her cum as I groan and hug her tight. With her incredible body and clenching pussy and encouragements, holding back is a lost cause so I pound into her and she screams with joy while wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. Sweat stings the cuts she's made on my back and I feel the edge approaching faster and faster until I shove deep and freeze with a groan.
Air rushes from my lungs when she crushes me against her. Her head rolls back with her mouth open as I cum inside of her, swelling with every spurt until there's nothing left.
She rolls me to my back when I'm done and pulls free with a regretful sigh to lay next to me with her tits against my side. My hand strokes her back until I feel a small patch of hair just above the crack of her ass. I toy with it and she murmurers happily while nuzzling closer into me and draping a bare leg over my lower stomach. I can feel her strange pussy against my skin, hot and wet and slick.
I am completely covered in her cum and scent. And it's weird. Most girls I've been with have kept themselves almost completely smooth but the feel of her wild tangle of fur is exciting. And so goddamn soft.
Eventually, she rolls on top of me, grinding against my dick with her tongue against her chin and my hands exploring her teats. We continue to fuck until we're exhausted and entangled in each other.
"Do," I start to say but I have to swallow. "Do you wanna go out? Grab some food maybe?"
Her fingers, drawing an endless circular pattern against the hairs on my chest, pauses.
"With. Me?" she asks hesitantly. "Like this?"
I laugh.
"I think with clothes on would be better," I tell her.
"No," she says shaking her head. "I mean, with how I am. I thought- I thought maybe you just wanted sex. And. And maybe after that you'd realize what a freak I was and-"
"Freak, huh?" I ask, staring at the ceiling. "I knew a girl with a third nipple in high school. She wouldn't show it to me but she told everyone she had one."
"That's not the same," she sighs. "I- I wasn't kidding. About the werewolf bit."
Silence falls and her hand resumes drawing the circle.
"Full moon and everything?" I ask finally.
"Yeah," she says. "The three nights."
"It's not a full moon, though," I point out. "So-"
"It's always like this now," she sighs again. "I have to shave my face in the morning and it grows slowly throughout the day. I gave up shaving my thighs and legs. And forget about my pubic hair. Fur. Whatever. That's impossible. It just gets worse near the full moon and then I turn completely those three nights."
"What happened? Oh. Three years ago? Camping trip?"
"Those bitches gossip too much sometimes," she groans. "Yeah. I was almost killed and then I got better. A lot better. And then a month later..."
Her voice trails off
"It, uhh, it was a surprise," she finishes. "I was so fucking horny that I went out to the bar to pick up some rando but started feeling sick so I went outside. And I kept walking. I remember someone calling 911 as I started to change and then I ran and woke up the next day naked in a drainage ditch."
"Ouch," I say while rubbing her back.
"Yeah," she said. "It's been crazy since then. Especially when some of the changes started sticking. I haven't had sex in two and a half years. Not when the last guy wondered why I was so hairy. God. Before the camping trip, I was almost asexual. Cuddling was my high. Since then, my libido has been insane. I'm still-"
She coughs and turns but I prod her gently with my finger.
"Ugh," she sighs. "I'm still pretty inexperienced. And the changes make it all different. Makes everything more, you know? And I lose myself in it. Can't think straight. All fucking day long. Horny all fucking day long."
"Ohhhhh," I say with sudden comprehension. "Is that the deal with the executive bathroom?"
"Hah, yeah," she laughs. "Can't masturbate in the stalls very easily. So I use the bathroom. You were in a few fantasies."
"Nice!" I crow.
"And other coworkers," she says, digging a nail in. "Don't get too cocky."
"Wait, shit, wait," I say, lifting my head. "I think you clawed my back. Does that mean-"
"No. No?" She muses for a second and then shakes her head. "No. During the full moon, yeah, probably. I don't think so right now."
It's dark outside and the bed is full of our sweat and cum but my legs are vibrating pleasantly from the remnants of all the sex we've had. Still, my stomach rumbles.
"So, dinner?" I ask.
"Really?" she asks in return.
"Yeah. Umm," I hesitate.
"What?"
"Uhh."
"What is it?"
"Ahh, it's embarrassing."
"If you don't tell me, I'll bite your throat out."
I sigh heavily and stroke the patch of fur above her ass. She rubs her pussy against my leg in return and swallows a quiet moan.
"Uh," I try again. "Do- do you want to make it a date?"
Now she sits up on her elbow to look at me.
"With me?" she asks, her face serious. "With everything I just said?"
"Yes?" I say, unsure of what exactly she means. "I mean, you're gorgeous but I don't know anything else about you. I'd like to learn more. Oh. I guess you like camping and that's cool. I've only been hiking but it'd be fun camp sometimes."
Her breathing quickens and her eyes narrow while she clenches her fist on my chest hair.
"Would you fuck me in the woods?" she asks. "Against a tree? Bent over. Gooooood. On all fours? In the fucking wild like a fucking-"
Her hand slides down my chest to my sore cock and she pumps me while growling.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I say, grabbing at her hand but she snarls. "I need a break! I'm starving!"
"Sorrrry," she growls, dragging her hand away reluctantly.
"But, yes," I tell her before pulling her head down to kiss her hard.
And then I whisper to her, mouth to ear.
"Do you like that? Do you like the idea of being on all fours and mounted?"
She whines, nodding her head while grabbing my cock once more.
"Mounted like a bitch?"
Her hand speeds up and she grinds against my leg.
"Pounding into you with my chest on your back? Fucking-"
"Call- call me your good girrrrrl," she growls. "Call me a bitch. Make me yourrrrr bitch."
I grab her hand, trying to hold her still as I kiss her. She slows and presses her forehead against mine.
"Sorrr- Sorry," she pants. "Hard to control. Especially. Especially thinking like that. Can't help it."
"Food?" I ask.
"Food," she agrees. "It's a date."
---
I wake the next morning to the smell of cooking. Bacon. Sleep-addled, it takes me a minute to remember Sophia. We'd spent the rest of the night eating takeout while watching 80s movies until she began rubbing my cock. It was all downhill from there.
Slipping out of covers, I walk out of the bedroom to see her standing at the stove.
Naked.
The twin dimples low on her back slay me, as well as the curve of her hips and strong, thick ass. She's humming something while moving the pan back and forth over the burner until I walk over to her and touch her ass. After a quick squeeze, I kneel, pulling her away from the stove. She bends and her ass spreads to reveal her glorious, spade-like pussy. My hand on her back guides her to her knees and I'm vaguely surprised to feel more hair than I remembered.
I didn't care. I eat her out while she kneels on hands and knees in front of me until I can't take anymore and I kneel behind her, guiding myself into her waiting pussy. She seems more feral and rough, words quickly devolving into growls and snarls and whines while she screams at me to go to hands and feet above her.
She cums and barely waits for the orgasm to finish before turning and slamming me to my ass.
"Mark me," she pants while stroking my cock. "Cum on me. I want your scent on me. I need it. Cum on me! Fucking cum on my fucking face!"
I grab her hair and pull her head back when I finally cum, coating her face and then lower to her chest. She howls, going to her back and smearing it all over her body until she lays with her head to the side and her tongue out, panting and trembling.
She doesn't shower that day, snapping at me playfully when I suggest bathing together. Occasionally I catch her touching herself while sniffing her body and mumbling about a mate. Calling her name distracts her but there's a moment of confusion until her wits return.
---
A weight presses against me in the dark, two days after finding Sophia in the supply room. Nails against my chest and hot, slick pussy grinding against my cock. Lips and sharp teeth on my neck and cheek. Kissing. Licking. She's grunting and whining with growls in between while lifting her hips higher and higher.
My cock presses against her pussy and she hisses out, shoving down to impale herself. I grip her ass and she licks my face while hugging my body tight.
She's covered in hair. I feel it against my chest and arms and face. One hand against her ass, the other her breast, pushing her up slightly so I can massage her tit and suck on her nipple. I feel scattered fur on her breast, dragging against my mouth and chin. She's starting to speed up, slamming down with animalistic grunts.
My hand moves and I feel a twisting lump low on her back. Fur over skin over bone.
"Is- is that a tail, Sophia?" I ask.
She freezes. Processes what I was saying through the layers of heat burning through her mind. She growls slowly and lowers herself.
"Monsterrrr," she groans, licking my face. I feel her drool drip against my chest. Her voice sounds sad. Uncertain. "A monsterrrr."
I stroke her back and pull her close before wrapping a hand around the base of her stubby tail.
"No," I whisper while slowly pressing up into her. She squeezes my cock in return and I feel the tail try to twist in my grasp. "No. You're not."
I pull her tail and she howls, shuddering over me before slapping her ass down against me. With one hand kneading her ass and the other gripping her tail, she rides me full force.
In the darkness, I can only make out the vague shape of her body. She's bigger now. Her tits slap against her body and I can see fur curling away from her in random places. I let her ass go to cradle her face and she licks my palm in return. Her jaw feels hot and the bones are extended.
"Gonna!" I yell. "Fuck, Sophia, I'm gonna-!"
I cum and she howls again, clawing at the wall behind me while I fill her pussy. I hear something wooden break and she's suddenly spasming on top of me. Her teeth clatter until she can't hold herself up and she collapses next to me.
"Need home," she growls. "Need go home."
When we've caught our breath, I wrap her in my blanket and drive her home, helping her inside and down to her basement. She pushes me away and makes me promise to leave, waiting until I turn before she opens a heavy door at the base of her stairs. I hear the heavy clank of metal when I leave.
She returns to work Friday, three days later and avoids me until I email her from the executive bathroom. When she sneaks inside, I ask her on another date and she shyly accepts.
We're pretty certain nobody hears us fucking but we have to wipe down the floor and spray the room before she leaves. A few minutes later, I let myself out and spend the rest of the day counting down the hours to my date.
It'll be my first time camping and I expect we're both, very, very excited about being out in nature.
---
Nearly a year later, I kneel before her when she finishes locking the last clasp. Hardened muscle lines her body beneath scattered fur. Her tail, just a few inches long, hangs low. She still doesn't like me being around her during the full moon.
I can't help but stroke the side of her massive breasts, running my fingers through the wisps of silky blonde fur. I wish she'd let me watch her ride me while she's changing. I want to see them grow. I want to see the skin stretch, pulling the areola wide while blonde fur slips through the skin.
Or, god, I really want to get her on all fours when she's turned like this. I want to see her spread her furry thighs with her tail slapping against my chest as it grows thick and powerful.
She growls, too far gone to tell me to leave.
I stroke her shortened muzzle and rub my thumb against her nose. It feels dry and cracked until she licks it with her tongue. I can already see it growing darker.
"I love you," I tell her for the first time. "I know you won't remember so I'll tell you again tomorrow. And the day after that. And after that. Until you can remember."
She nuzzles my hand so I stroke and rub her dagger-like ear between my fingers. The fur has grown dense there now and she groans.
"And then one day," I continue, eyes roaming her body before staring at the cum dripping to the floor beneath her. "One day, I won't leave."
I stare at her and kiss the fuzz atop her forehead.
"And I think it'll be soon," I say before standing. She stares at me. At my cock. And she whines. I smile in return. "And then you will have the mate you want so badly."
I leave her, closing the door and listening to the now familiar sound of the lock catching.
The plans are already in motion. What I would need to do to deal with my own monthly changes. How I would explain things to nosy people. What would be different. Whether the room would hold us both.
Ways we could change together in the forest. Places far away from civilization.
I'd almost given in right now but I needed a little more time.
Just another month.
That's all.
I can wait.
Comments
Heather Graham
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Asteroth1980
I'm new here and been reading you on furaffinity for quite some time now. I must say that to me, this is pure perfection! It describe my ultimate fantasy to meet a woman, who is secretly a werewolf. Thank you, for writing such amazing stories!
Heather Graham
Thank you so much for adding your thoughts, I really appreciate it and agree with you. As I mentioned to the other person, it's absolute wish fulfilment due to the whole "saving" aspect and the guy being okay with her being a werewolf. I guess I wanted a little bit of softness and vulnerability rather than the typical rawr rawr rawr.
Heather Graham
That makes a lot of sense, thank you! Like "Taken", it's a lot of wish fulfilment. Finding that werewolf girl who's scared but wanting someone to be with and scared of it. So, you know, swooping in to "save" her despite her changes.
Heather Graham
Ahhh... yeah, she's a bit more human-ish than some of the other she wolves I've written. At least until noon-ish on any of those three days of the full moon. Then all bets are off. Aside from that, she feels very strongly about who she considers her mate and just wants to be loved. And fucked.
Bonaparte
I agree with what's being said here. I think it's the aspect of her being essentially a damsel in distress due to her condition and how the narrator essentially rescues her from her sense of unworthiness and loneliness. This is an interesting juxtaposition with lycanthropy where the person affected is essentially both predator and victim and I think exploring that victim aspect for more than just the transformation adds an extra layer of authenticity and empathy we as readers can have for characters like Sophia.
For this story I loved the fact that the female is more dangerous, stronger and getting bigger than the man but still totally submissive and obedient to him. Good work !
Where she sees her changes as something to be ashamed of to hide away even when they get back to the apartment and yet he keeps assuring her he wants to see her to see all of her and that he really doesn't care cause he really likes her. It makes a girl who is by far more dangerous than the man still seem more vulnerable and sympathetic and needing the assurance and protection of a partner that wants her regardless.
Heather Graham
That is such a nice comment, thank you! I'm surprised you think so, though since I just wrote it on the fly based on a small little scenario. Was there any particular part that stood out for you?
By far one of your best yet.
