The Full Moon Potion
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Diccaxe scurried about, back and forth between her spell book, her potions recipe book and the countless other things that desperately needed her attention at that moment of time. She was a master of multitasking, sifting through pages as she passed through her recipe book, and gathering ingredients for her spell that day, still her body was being pulled every way in her small laboratory. The diminutive kobold mage could only be in so many places at once, and while it was tempting to use a potion of replication to expedite the situation, she didn’t want a repeat of last time when she screwed it up (evil clones are so hard to deal with.) So, she made due with simply moving as fast as her diminutive little body could go. Tonight was a very, very important night, one that she’d been preparing for, for the past ten nights. The full moon was almost upon them, and she had so much left to prepare, but she would have to hope that her preparations were enough. The tiny kobold looked at her preparations, chains made of the strongest steel money could buy (the best 15 Sovereigns she spent in quite a while), along with a few runestones inscribed with binding spells.
“Everything alright dear?” Diccaxe heard a deep masculine voice speak. She turned around and, wearing his usual bifocals that he wore, his pale skin was contrasted by his bright fiery red hair, he adjusted his glasses and straightened out the robe he was wearing, it made him look bigger than he was, but he was a lanky fellow under the robes. This man was her husband, Konovalov. He was a wizard, but he was also a werewolf, and tonight’s preparations were for him.
“Everything’s good, I’m mostly prepared for tonight.” Diccaxe said, perky and ready to finish her preparations. Well, what preparations she had at the ready would have to do, Konovalov nodded as he went about his duties that day. He was also preparing for tonight. It was mostly meditation and using a few incantations to try to make sure his mind didn’t get too far gone in the transformation. Tonight was a full moon. For most, that would be an interesting thing, but for Konovalov, he had much bigger problems to worry about that night. Konovalov was a werewolf who had quite good control over his ability to transform. He didn’t transform every night and lose his mind like some werewolves would, but the only exception to this were full moons. Full Moons made all werewolves, regardless of their level of control over their shape-shifting transform, some still kept their minds when they did, but Konovalov lost his, and it was an extreme danger to Diccaxe each time. The last one, which happened over a month ago, nearly resulted in her being ripped to shreds, and they did not want a repeat of that.
“Well, I hope tonight goes well” Konovalov said as he kissed his wife on the forehead and went to finish the rest of his preparations for tonight. The two of them continued the preparations for tonight and Diccaxe finished her potion that would hopefully be the solution for their problem. A few more ingredients were added, and she was ready and so was Konovalov. Night soon fell upon the town they were in and Konovalov was prepared. He had chained himself to the wall and Diccaxe was heating up the potion which had congealed in the time since her preparation of it early that day, the moon was almost upon them and when it reached its apex in the sky so she had to work quickly, once the potion was heated up and liquid again she eased it down her husband’s throat.
“I hope this works.” Diccaxe said, hoping to the gods that her husband would not lose his mind tonight. She watched the moon reach its apex in the sky and as its light illuminated the world, she heard her husband grunt and groan. She turned around to him and watched with horror and fascination as her beloved began to transform, the sickening sound of bones breaking, skin moving and fur rapidly growing filled the air. That was where most werewolves went mad, the pain of transformation was immense, and few could stand the agony and keep their sanity during it or after it. Even still the moonlight transformations were different, they would always lose their minds, even those born as werewolves. The final parts of the transformation occurred. Konovalov’s fingers turned to razor-sharp claws and his teeth elongated into sharp canines. And standing before her, white fur to contrast his red hair was her husband now transformed into a lycanthrope.
“Konovalov? My love are you…. There?” Diccaxe asked hesitantly. She saw him look up, his crimson eyes looking around, before he locked eyes with Diccaxe, and he let out a growl trying to break free of the chains that kept him bound. Diccaxe fell to the ground and backed up against the nearest wall. At least the chains worked, she thought to herself. She walked up to him, but still kept her distance, observing her husband as he thrashed and writhed in the chains that kept him bound, trying to reach her to no avail. She studied him from a distance, trying to see if there was any of her husband in the beast before her. That’s when she noticed something that stuck out, and it stuck out quite a lot.
“O-Oh my,” Diccaxe gasped out as she looked downward, contrasting against his snow-white fur was a large, oh so large, throbbing bright crimson-red member. It stood out a lot compared to the rest of his body. She watched it, transfixed by it, watching it throb and throb with desire, precum leaking from the tapered tip of his cock as his heart beat. She wanted to touch it, but again kept her distance. She then looked downward and saw another thing that had her transfixed. She never paid any attention to that area of his body when he was transformed, but gods his balls were huge, almost as big as her head. “By Misara, they’re huge,” Diccaxe said, her body acting on pure instinct at this point. She almost touched him but managed to snap out of her daze, but this didn’t matter, because just as she was about to get close, Konovalov managed to break the chains that were binding him.
“SHIT!” Diccaxe screamed as she tried to run away from her now free werewolf husband, the operative word being tried, as before her feet could make any headway in running, Konovalov grabbed her by the feet, dragging her back. She tried kicking his head, but this did nothing to stop him, as Konovalov picked her up by her legs, and he sniffed her a few times. She tried to wriggle out of Konovalov’s grasp, but he was too strong, and he kept her from moving, it continued to smell her, and the wolf seemed to find something he liked as he grinned, his tongue extending, Konovalov then ripped her bloomers straight off her body “Hey those were expensive!” Diccaxe yelled, Konovalov didn’t care, he looked at her cunt, glistening and waiting he then gave a cursory lick of her cunt which sent a shiver down Diccaxe’s spine, he licked her cunt again and again and again. This sent more shocks of pleasure down Diccaxe’s spine with each lick.
“O-Oh Gods!” Diccaxe moaned out as Konovalov continued to play with her cunt with his tongue, and this was just licking the outside of her cunt, then he plunged his tongue deep into her cunt, reaching as far as it could go. This sent deep, deep shocks of pleasure down her spine, Diccaxe’s eyes rolled into the back of her head in pleasure. He began to wriggle his tongue around her cunt, playing with her insides in a way that was making her writhe in pleasure.
“F-F-fuck!” Diccaxe moaned louder and louder as Konovalov continued to lick her insides. He was not done though, as his long maw began to suck at her sensitive clit, sucking and licking all over her body. He was making her moan in sheer pleasure. As he continued to play with her body, to his delight, he growled as he continued to eat her out. Diccaxe’s brain began to turn to mush as the pleasure began to mount inside of her, closer and closer she was about to cum any second now.
“OH MISARA!” Diccaxe moaned as she came, her juices flowed from her cunt down Konovalov’s tongue. The werewolf savored the taste of his mate's essence and lapped it up hungrily. Her body was like a fountain to him. Finally, the last of her juices stopped flowing and Diccaxe was breathing hard, her body felt spent, but she knew that Konovalov wasn’t done. She looked down and saw his member was now harder than ever, twitching and throbbing. Her lupine lover flipped her, so she was facing upwards and then pinned her against the wall, drawing a gasp from her. She saw his cock, twitch, precum leaking from it like a waterfall, he then lined up his tapered member with her cunt. Slowly her cunt began to stretch as Konovalov’s member entered her, she let out a hiss mixed with a moan as his member began to slowly push further into her. He hilted nearly in her, but he wasn’t completely inside her, no cause his knot was simply poking her cunt, but she felt so, so full. Konovalov then pulled his hips back before slamming back into her. This drew a moan from Diccaxe’s throat as she was pushed further onto the wall. Pushing deep into her cunt made Diccaxe moan more and more.
His hips rolled against Diccaxe’s making her moan again and again as he fucked her deep and hard, each thrust, each plunge making the kobold moan more and more, she clutched at her lover’s chest, pulling at the snow-white fur as he fucked her into oblivion, sweet, sweet oblivion and Diccaxe couldn’t wait to reach it. His claws gripped her hips to give him more purchase, and he plunged her harder and deeper onto his cock. This made her moan louder and louder with each plunge of his cock into her.
“F-fuck!” Diccaxe moaned as she came for a second time, her cunt squeezing around Konovalov’s cock, trying to milk his cock, but it would not come, instead he fucked her through her orgasm and fucked her harder and harder, making her moan in intensity and octaves, but Konovalov’s member was getting close to erupting itself, he bit into Diccaxe’s neck, drawing blood as he plunged as deep as he could, knotting her. Diccaxe wrapped her legs weakly around Konovalov’s waist as she felt him cum deep inside her. Spurt after spurt of searing hot seed flooded into the cold-blooded kobolds cunt and womb, coating it with his potent swimmers. Konovalov howled as he filled her, and Diccaxe’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came for a third and final time that night, the heat of her lover's seed was making her feel wonderful, even as his torrent of seed made her stomach extend, looking not too dissimilar to how it will probably look in a few months from this night. Finally, the last drop of his seed was emptied from Konovalov’s balls, and he kissed her deep with his canine mouth, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, and he carried her lovingly, before his body began to transform back into its human visage, with Konovalov holding Diccaxe tightly. The kobold was still dazed from the lovemaking but noted this, and figured that she would need to get more of the ingredients she had of that potion for another go at it. She would need to do a lot more…tests to see if this was a fluke or if she could make her husband's werewolf side into the rutting beast that he was tonight, but that was for her to think of later, after she made sure that she was indeed pregnant with her husband’s children.