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The Romancing Of The Beast

You know who I am.

I was the monster from the campfire stories that get passed around at night. I was the reason why human mothers told their children to not wander into the woods. I was why the evening watch patrolled in the black darkness. The humans knew me only by the sound of my howls, the lucid flash of my eyes in the night, and the trail of blood I leave in my wake. Scared of the unknown, they have passed many tall tales about me. Hah. Most of them were embellished to mythic levels, ridiculous fairy tails of men who transformed every full moon. But there was one thing the stories always got right: I was a beast, an apex predator, the hunt incarnate.

And tonight, I was hungry.

I've hunted many prey over my lifetime, but humans have always been my favorite. Tender and vulnerable … no fur to peel off, no scales to remove. Like pigs with tastier livers! But humans are tricky prey. Unlike dumber food, they're organized. Hunt too many and they retaliate. They'll send mercenaries, monster hunters, and even an angry mob or two. I've had to hide, switch territories, been forced to stick to elk and salmon for a time. However, I could never resist the draw of hunting humans for long.

See, humans were the only prey that could sate more than just my hunger. As the full moon rose overhead, my body signaled that it was time to mate. Now, my kind were solitary creatures: we viewed our kin as rivals, not mates. It was far easier (and safer) to turn to humans in times of need. And dammit, did I need! Tonight, the lunar cycle had reached its apex. Tethered to the pale glow of the night-orb, my moon-lust was in full swing. The tingling burn between my hind legs could be ignored no longer. Tonight, I would sate my howling desire.

I approached the village on all fours, nose low to the ground. Sniff, sniff … the oppressive stench of human squalor that wafted from town masked their individual scents. With lust clouding my mind, I prowled the outskirts of the town, where the hamlets and farmsteads lay outside the safety of the walls. Any humans out at night would be vulnerable, exposed. Easy prey.

Fields of wheat billowed in the night wind like gentle ocean waves. The wooden barns lay silent save for the occasional bleating of restless goats or cows in the night. Equally adept on both four and two legs, I crept low behind the cobblestone walls that lined the dirt road and stalked any passerby. No, that one was too old: he'd never keep up with me. This one was female and lacked the tools to properly satisfy. The next one I found was too fat. Ugh. I tried a fatty, once. He had a heart attack after several hours and only ended up satisfying my stomach.

After an hour of prowling, my luck had turned: I tracked a young and virile candidate. Some stumbling drunk on his way home from the tavern, slurring some rowdy, off-tune song to a melody only he knew.

"Hey ho, hey ho, let's drink 'til we drop,

Tip the barmaid and the pours will never stop~.

Raise your flagons high and down the liquid gold,

Tell tales of ye dragons and treasure vaults of old~."

I cleared my throat and huffed out the phlegm. With my long muzzle and panting tongue, it took effort to speak like they did, so high-pitched and clear. "Help! Help! There's a monster out here!" My gruff and growly voice strained to sound as effeminate as I could make it.

"Whuz th'fook?!" The human whirled around, oblivious to where the voice came from. Humans were particularly bad at tracking by sound. "Who'sz zere?! Who said that?!"

My tail wagged ever so briefly. "Help, please!" My false cry echoed into the darkness. "Isn't there a man out there to protect me?" To complete the ruse, I rustled the bush I was crouched behind.

"Gimme a sec. Need to settle m'dizziness … one two three. A'right, lezzgo!" He stumbled toward my location in the brush.

Ahhh, humans! So naive, so gullible. The males could never resist coming to the aid of a helpless female.

I retreated farther into the woods, calling out more. "Hurry please! It's dark out here! I'm not sure which way home is!" Deeper and deeper into the woods I led him, away from the light and safety of the village. As he passed into the dusky treeline, his drunken footsteps crushed the foliage underfoot, as deft and subtle as a trampling elephant.

"Hello? Hello? Where are you?" he called out boldly, stumbling over the exposed roots in this dense woodland. Fool. Any predator within earshot would have come running. When I had led the hapless male deep enough, I crouched down on all fours and tensed my haunches. My tail went rigid, my black, shaggy fur bristled with intensity. Ohhh, I felt so alive in the moments before a good pounce!

I charged forward on all four paws. This hunt was short, but glorious. Too drunk to react in time. His drink-sodden legs crumpled like twigs. Claws ready, I pinned his chest to the forest floor and mashed my paw over his lips before he could properly scream. His muffled shouts were muted, his legs kicked under me until I held them down with my hindpaws. His face came into view, bathed in a pale glow. He was younger than I realized, his facial hair barely sprouting on his face. His blue eyes looked up at me with terror. Despite being pinned, he still thrashed beneath me, fists beating against my dense muscles. Pointless! He's trapped under me and not going anywhere.

Under the light of the full moon, my bloodlust was at its strongest. I had to fight the urge to eat him right here and now. Trembling, I restrained my hunger and I sat on him, waiting for the human to stop struggling. Once he was calm enough, I hunched over him, my snout inches from his face. I snarled, baring my fangs. "You scream, and I tear out your throat. Stay silent, and you'll live." I used my normal voice: gruff and guttural, the pronunciation of human words difficult to form on my long tongue.

I lifted my paw from his mouth slowly, to test his complacency. This one was trembling, piss flowing down his leg like a waterfall, but all that came out of his mouth was a quiet whimper. Good human. It was almost a shame. Had he been sober enough to put up a chase, my predatory instincts would have kicked in. Now that would have been fun. Still, quick and easy was alright, too.

Words seemed to escape this human. His voice came out a hoarse whisper. "You're a … you're a–"

"Shut up," I growled.

"Gods, don't eat me!" he mustered, the fear having sobered him up enough to speak clearly.

"I said shut up!" I snarled at him, flashing my fangs. "I'm not going to eat you. But that could change if you keep talking." That stilled his lips.

One thing I've learned about the humans is that if you want them to cooperate, you have to give them some hope that they will survive. Otherwise, their fear takes over and they become difficult to control.

Satisfied with his silence, I leaned in and licked his scruffy cheek. I had to get my first taste of him, savor the fear in his scent, the sweet sweat dripping from his brow. He squirmed and grunted in discomfort as my tongue dragged from his jaw to his hairline. Hidden under the bitter vapor of imbibed ale, his young, virile musk tickled my nostrils. Hmm, not bad. Delicious fear, yes, but not a dumb, brutish whelp. He was the perfect age. The right balance of muscle and fat, seasoned and developed from a life of labor. Fresh, tender, and juicy. Mmm. My pussy throbbed demandingly. Yes, girl. This is the one. You'll have your way with him soon enough.

Without another word, I grabbed him by his cloak and started dragging him to my lair. Grunting and groaning, he kicked his legs uselessly in the leaf litter.

"W-woah woah, where'r you takin' me?"

I growled and yanked on his cloak, causing him to choke on the collar. "One more word out of you, and I eat your tongue."

I walked in silence for a while, dragging the drunk human behind me like dead weight. After we reached the stream, I had to yank him to his feet. "Cross here." I shoved him hard, marching him in front of me like a prisoner of war. His boots sloshed nosily in the cold water. My deft digitigrade hindpaws stepped on the raised rocks between the banks.

I maintained a small lair close to the town: it was a cave I only used during this time of the lunar cycle, to avoid detection. The humans avoided this area because they feared it to be cursed. And it might as well be: the soil here was poor and nothing grew except for the mushrooms on dead trees. But for a solitary creature like me, such an ominous locale was perfect for keeping away unwanted visitors. I dressed the place up a bit by displaying the remains of my prey out on the forest floor. Nothing says "turn back" quite like a front yard full of bones.

The cave didn't go very deep, but the entrance was large enough that I could stand fully upright on my hind legs. My hindpaws trod underneath dried piles of bat guano as I dragged him inside. With a terse growl, I threw him against the collection of old pelts I've skinned from previous prey. The human grunted in pain as he hit the dirty furs. He looked around, but in the black of night, only the mouth of the cave was visible from the moonlight. I stood between him and his freedom, my hindpaws planted firmly and my forepaws poised to grab if he bolted. My hulking, hunched body took up enough space to make it difficult to slip by even if he were sober. With my hindlegs spread, I could feel cool air rush across my drooling vulva, which caused a shiver to travel down my tail. Damn this moon, I was so horny. All I could think about was mounting him.

The direness of the human's situation seemed to dawn on him. Here he was, trapped in a cave with a ravenous beast. So he did what every human does: he begged for his life.

"Gods, please … please don't eat me. I don' wanna die! I'm not very tasty, you know! My muscles 're all tough and sinewy!"

I licked my chops. Oh, I doubted that. Judging by his build, he was good meat. I pounced on him with a snarl, my dagger-like claws gripping his shoulders hard enough to tear his shirt.

"I will make this simple," I growled in his ear. "There are three rules to follow if you want to live. One: you disobey me, I will eat you. Two: you don't satisfy me, I will eat you. Three: you flee, I will hunt you down and then eat you." I paused. "Is this easy to understand, prey?"

He tried to blink away the alcohol clouding his mind. "W-w-wait … what do you want me to do?"

"What I tell you to," I growled. "Now make a fire. It is a cold night." I gestured with my paw to the pile of wood and ashes from the previous month's moonlit encounter. Humans were good with fire. They knew the proper way to stack tinder, how to strike the flint against the steel in just the right angle. Making things with their hands was one of the few tasks they excel at, aside from fucking.

The human knelt by the circle of stones and carefully arranged the tinder. I watched impatiently as he picked up the flint and steel and struck it repeatedly. Sparks flew onto the charred wood and soon the tinder began to smoke. He tended the fire with the dourness of a criminal awaiting the hangman's noose. Soon, its heat warmed my snout and chased away the cool night breeze. The cave became alight with an orange glow casting long shadows over the cold rocky walls. Good prey.

The light of the fire illuminated a pile of heavily-gnawed bones in the far corner. "Those bones … are they human?" he asked, shuddering.

I knelt behind him and draped my forepaws over his shoulders. "No," I lied. "Mostly elk, maybe a sheep or two."

As my claws explored his delicious body, I felt his muscles tense up. My ears twitched: in the silence of the cave, I could hear his heart beating quickly in his chest. Poor thing. Was he nervous? Scared? Turned on? Or maybe a combination of all three? Well, his silly human thoughts were none of my concern. I was interested in only one thing. My bestial pussy drooled, wanting it already. Patience, girl. He's not even erect yet. You'll have your fun soon.

"Now be good prey and don't resist."

I threw him to the floor of the cave. He protested in vain as I grabbed him by the wrists and pinned him against the mat of furs on the ground. The human yelped pitifully as my claws dug into his flesh. While on his back, I loomed over him, staring him directly in the eye. My snout was an inch away from his face. Up close, I could see the wrinkles of worry creasing his forehead, the beads of sweat pooling on his temple. My humid breath washed over his face. The human's nose crinkled as my sour exhale wafted up his nostrils. I watched his facial expressions. Every thought that goes through his head was revealed by a quirk of his brow or a pursing of his lips. Unf, the way humans look when they're scared made my pussy ache.

"What are you going to do to me?" He moaned, as if afraid of the answer.

I licked my snout so that he got a good look at all my razor-sharp teeth. Then, I growled into his ear, "I'm not going to eat you, human. Not if you behave. But you are going to give me what I want."

"Like what?"

Saying nothing except a growl, I cupped my claws under his groin.

His eyes grew even wider, glancing down to my body, my hanging breasts. A stark realization swept over his expression. "W-wait … wait! You can't be serious! I can't–"

He yelped and squirmed in discomfort as my dagger-like claws squeezed his sensitive organs through his trousers. "I am in heat and need relief. Either you fill my pussy, or you fill my stomach. Your choice."

"O-okay," he breathed out a quick sigh, stealing his resolve. "I'll … I'll do it."

I licked my chops again. "Good prey."

This is why it's important to give humans hope. You see, humans who were convinced of their impending death did not make satisfying mating partners. But if I offered them the hope of survival, humans tended to cling to that hope and do whatever was necessary to survive. Of course, if I ever let prey return to their village, they'd come back the next day with an angry mob. So I keep them here until my moon-lust passes. Sooner or later, the hunger in my stomach takes precedence over the hunger between my legs. But this cute little morsel doesn't need to know that. He'll be much more malleable with that glimmer of hope shining in his pretty blue eyes.

I released him from the pin, sitting back on my haunches. The human massaged his wrists, wincing and rubbing at the red marks.

I pointed my snout towards the bulge in his trousers. "Take off those clothes," I growled.

This whole thing with humans and their clothes was weird. Fur, hide, scales … Mother Nature provided most creatures with adequate natural protection. Yet humans come into this world bare and must craft their own coverings. Ridiculous! Nevertheless, removing their cloth is part of their mating ritual. There was something exciting about watching prey remove their clothes … like peeling the skin from a fruit, revealing the succulent flesh within. Mmm. This little show always caused me to drool from both ends.

After a brief hesitation, he reached for the collar of his cloak and slowly untied the knot. Yessss. Be a good, obedient prey for me. He cast his cloak aside on the rocks, the coarse fabric crumpled next to him. My tail began to swish excitedly as he removed his vest and tunic. Then his boot laces came undone …

I studied him in the glow of the fire, growling softly as my pussy tingled. Hmm. Yes. He was a cute morsel. I estimated him to be about six feet tall. I still had a good two feet on him and at least two hundred pounds, most of it muscle. His face was youthful, although a sparse dusting of brown stubble dotted his cheeks, chin, and upper lip. His build was thin, but not scrawny: arms corded with wiry muscle and torso rippling with hints of abs under his skin. A farmer perhaps? A carpenter? Some sort of manual laborer. Plus, a layer of soft, delectable fat rounded out his hard edges. He must eat well, and seemed healthy enough. Good. He better have the stamina to keep up with me.

When the human dropped his trousers and revealed his flaccid little penis, a little growl of desire escaped my lips. Ahhh, humans! Their dicks were so small and floppy when not erect. It's cute. So different from the males of my kind! These humans had no proper sheath to speak of, but the little foreskin protected their tip when not aroused. Adorable. And though human dicks lacked a knot, I actually preferred it that way. No knot meant I don't get tied and stuck in place for half the session. No knot meant more thrusting, more fun.

Time to take him between my jaws and make him stand. Human cocks were the tastiest. Salty and savory, with a tangy finish. And the scent … gods, I could already smell it in the air, and it made my hind legs weak.

"Good prey. Now lay down on the furs and spread your legs." My tone left no room for debate.

Obediently, he lowered himself onto the pile of skinned furs, knees shaking. Laying on his back, he kept his fists balled tightly. He was visibly trembling. What a cutie. I'm going to enjoy making him cum inside me.

I kneeled before him, sniffing and huffing, relishing the sight and smell of him. My nostrils flared, inhaling his musky scent like a drug. Human pheromones filled my lungs, and I shuddered, my black fur bristling. Between my legs, my pussy throbbed and clenched angrily, wanting its turn. Rrrr, not yet, girl! I could feel my juices drool out of my furry vulva, joining the droplets of saliva that dribbled out my maw. Gods, I was so hungry, so horny. I had to taste him in more ways than one. I placed my clawed paws upon his quivering thighs and opened his legs a little wider. A terrified whimper escaped him, and his balls retreated slightly into their sack. In the warm glow of the fire, I watched with a toothy grin as they shriveled up. Those belong to me now. With the tip of a dagger-like claw, I poked and prodded, watching his testicles retract further. So cute, so vulnerable.

"Be gentle down there, please," he pleaded.

I flashed a snarl at him. Humans always beg for gentleness. Don't they realize I can control my claws? They are tools that can be used with subtly, if needed. But the human had been nice and obedient up to this moment, so I refrained from punishing him. Instead, I ran my long, wet tongue up his inner thigh. My tongue gathered up the taste from his skin. Mmm. The salty flavor of his sweat filled my tastebuds made my tail swish to and fro. The human shivered and swallowed hard. He's delicious, and I'm getting hungrier. Time for a proper taste.

Using both paws, I held his hips down as my snout dipped between his legs. My hot breath washed over his flaccid cock and plump testes. The human trembled, but stayed still. Good prey. Don't fight it.

My wide, flat tongue lapped at his genitals, sampling the taste and cleaning him up. The human winced, sucking in his breath as my tongue grazed his delicate bits. Mmmm. He tasted good. Sweaty and dirty, he had the bitter, musky aftertaste that was uniquely human. Yummy. My bestial pussy was begging me with her impatient throbs. Not yet, girl. I will toy with my prey a little while longer. Using a paw, I spread his legs open and gave his balls a thorough tongue bath. My thick drool dripped off his nuts and moistened the furs underneath. The human tensed up and gritted his teeth, trying his best to stay calm, not daring to run or struggle. Good prey, lay still and let me have my fun. You are safe … as long as you behave.

Once his nuts were thoroughly lubricated, I wrapped my long, slimy tongue around his scrotum, tasting every little wrinkle. I then took the sac into my maw and cradled it between my fangs.

The human yelped and tensed up. "A-ah! No teeth!"

I snarled.

"No teeth … please?"

I snarled harder, baring my fangs.

The sight of my long canines wrapped so securely around his coinpurse terrified him even more and caused his sac to tighten between my lips. Ugh, that turned me on something fierce. Oh, how I enjoyed making him squirm. My tongue squeezed his boys, applying wet pressure. Ahhh, so soft, so sensitive, so tender.

I always thought it funny that males – known for their bravado and confidence – keep their most sensitive bits on the outside of their body, where they're most vulnerable. Meanwhile females – considered the dainty ones – keep their reproductive organs nice and safe within their body, where they belong. It's just common sense, really. Anyway, I've always enjoyed toying with a male's most precious assets. My, oh my, the way it makes them squirm! And the noises they make? Music to my ears.

Once his testes were soaked in thick drool and the human was shaking nervously, I moved my snout upward and planted a sloppy lick up the length of his shaft. Mmmm. It had been nearly a full month since I had last tasted a human. Gods, how I missed their dicks. So small, yet ideal in both form and function. And the smell! His member twitched against my snout, causing me to growl with lust. My warm, panting breath washed over his half-erect dick. The more I felt it stiffen, the more it made my pussy drool. I could feel her screaming, "Enough teasing! Stop denying me. Mount him already!"

Rrrrr… he's not even fully erect yet! Patience, girl!

Growling, I held him down with both forepaws as I got into a better position between his thighs. My tail swished with excitement as I lowered my muzzle and swallowed his cock in one fell swoop. Instantly, he moaned and tensed up.

My black, thin lips dragged against his prick, coating it in hot spittle. I bathed his shaft with my drool, savoring my morsel. Mmm. Human penises are the absolute BEST! Rrrf, he felt so good on my tongue. His scent drove my pussy wild; his taste filled my belly with fire. This throbbing, virile erection put me in a delirium. I wrapped my long, panting tongue around his length, feeling the weight of it. My tongue hugged his dick nice and good, squeezing and tasting his cock. I shut my eyes and growled with lustful bliss as he grew harder between my lips. Dammit, why did I enjoy this so much? This is what my moon-lust always did to me. Every. Damn. Month. I loved it. I hated it. I needed more.

With a snarling growl, I buried his dick down my muzzle, letting his shaft rub against my tongue. My long snout pushed against his groin, forcing him to lie on his back. He gasped as he felt his dick disappear into my cavernous, toothy maw. Once the entire length was buried in my muzzle, I clamped down and pressed his penis between my tongue and the ribbed roof of my mouth. I growled around him, the vibrations traveling up his shaft. His cock oozed pre-cum, and I whimpered with delight as I suckled down his essence. Delicious.

I curled my tongue, squeezing him, holding him down with my paws. Mmf. Humans were so powerless when they're engulfed by my muzzle, and I loved that feeling of dominance. I was the predator; his cock was the prey. And ohhhh, I enjoyed playing with my meal! Using my tongue, I milked and squeezed his dick, coaxing him to grow stiffer. Throb. Squirt. Twitch. I growled with approval as I tasted more of his precum. Excellent, he was responding as expected. Such an eager little morsel. You are mine. As I sucked, my drooling tongue extended downward and cradled his balls, warming them and stimulating his testes to produce more semen. Mmm. His nuts tightened and rose upwards in their pouch. So adorable. So tender.

My hungry pussy throbbed with impatience, dripping her juices on the cave floor. She was craving his dick so bad, screaming to me that she need this meat rod inside her, NOW. But now that I had him in my maw, I didn't want to stop. Mmm. His cock was nice and solid now. His testes swollen and full of delicious semen. My tongue milked him, squeezing the cockhead and licking his slit. And still, I continued. Growling, I bobbed my muzzle, fucking his cock with my ribbed, drooling maw.

"Gods …" the human moaned, stretching his legs out. "Your mouth feels really damn good …"

I stiffened up as he put his hands on my head, anticipating that he'd try to force my snout down further. Ugh, I hated when prey thinks they can get dominant. But instead of shoving my head down, his fingers … threaded themselves in my mane?

He began to pet me!

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of his true intentions. Was he stupid enough to try to pull my mouth off his dick? No, he merely stroked my matted fur. I continued to slurp on him a moment longer, ignoring his hands. But then his fingers reached my long ears. He wrapped both hands around the base and began massaging them.

This … this I was not prepared for. I have this spot at the base of my ears … it's weirdly sensitive. The moment he started scratching me there, the sensation sent shivers down my spine and my tail went limp. Pleasure radiated throughout my furry frame and the sudden feeling caused my eyes to roll back in my head for a moment. A whimper escaped my lips and I suckled him wetly. For a moment I was lost in this simple bliss, panting and drooling around his dick. But then my own whimpers reached my ears, causing me to come to my senses. I pulled off of him with a snarl.

"Rrrr, what was that?!" I yelled, flashing my fangs.

My human prey shrunk back, fearful. "Uhh, n-nothing. Your ears … I-I stroked your ears. S-sorry, I thought you were enjoying that."

At that moment, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. No prey, not ever, had touched me like that. If they ever touched me, it was to push me, scratch me, beat their fists in vain attempts to get me to stop. That I was used to. But this tender caress? No no no. Prey isn't supposed to … they shouldn't … that's not allowed! I felt violated, yet in a good way. Why? That didn't make sense! Grrrr, why was my moon-lust turning me into such a mess!?

Shaking my thoughts out of my head, I narrowed my yellow eyes at him. "You touch me like that again, and I bite your hands off."

It was an empty threat, really. Blood loss causes prey to lose their erections: I've learned that the hard way. Fortunately, he took my words seriously. He sat up with a frightened look, eyeing me carefully. I think he suspected something. No, I controlled this situation. I felt a sudden urge to reestablish dominance. Now.

I sunk down to all fours and turned my snout to the ceiling, releasing a brassy, dreadful bellow.

"Graaawooooo!"

I knew it was foolish to howl so loud that the village would hear. So why did I do it? It was the damn moon-lust. My instincts had me in its clutches. I growled and howled like the beast in heat that I was. Roaring at the orb in the sky, I answered its silent call to mate with one of my own. It was brash, yes, but having that moan echo across the human-infested lands, letting the villagers know my presence, putting fear in them … it validated the primal urges within me.

I stepped over the human, my hindpaws digging into the dirty pelts. Beneath me, his little dick was still erect, laying against his belly. In the orange glow of the fire, it glistened with my drool. Mmm, he looked so scared, so cute. Delicious. I could happily suckle him until he blew in my muzzle. But now my pussy wouldn't take no for an answer. She was drooling more than my maw at this point. Droplets of my nectar dripped onto his stomach. Her heady musk filled the cave. Fuuuck, I was needy.

The fire bathed his body in an orange glow, exposing his most vulnerable parts. His testes, tucked away like scared prey should, right above that cute little penis … gods, they were so ripe and swollen and juicy. It was time to rightfully claim what was mine.

I narrowed my eyes at him, flashing him my teeth. "Hold still."

The human swallowed hard and pushed his legs open a little wider. "Be gentle, okay?" A little bit of hope still lingering within him. Good.

"Prey does not get to make requests of its predator," I growled. That remark caused a terrified expression to flash across his face. Mmm. Love it.

My claws gripped his chest as I straddled his hips, lining up my snatch. The fur between my hindlegs was wet with my need. I grunted and lowered myself, feeling his tiny, stiff prick nudge against my furry vulva. The orange, flickering flames made each lip glisten and each droplet shine.

"Wait … what is that between your legs?" he asked, his voice quivering.

His query irritated me. Every time with a human, it went something like this. "It's the same thing every female has!" I bellowed.

"Sorry, I've never been with a …"

"A beast?" I hissed, my fur bristling with anger. "Shut up. Lay still like good prey."

I've eaten enough human women to know that my pussy looked quite different from theirs. Instead of a vertical slit with fleshy lips, my pussy jutted outward with a Y-shaped slit. The vulva was shaped exactly like those spades that they use to work their farms. And the clitoris was found inside, being much larger and easier to find than a human's. Typically, my shaggy fur tended to obscure my genitals from view. But due to my moon-lust, the spade had become plump and puffy and bulged between my hind legs. Such different anatomy tended to catch my prey off-guard, and this human was no exception. But why did any of that matter? It functioned the same way as the human version! Is it not wet and eager to accept a visitor? Why did the humans always make such a fuss?

His eyes focused on my spade, inspecting the Y-slit that drooled my pungent nectar. His nostrils flared as became aware of the heady, spicy musk of my estrus. No doubt my powerful scent was overwhelming his pathetic human nose. I sat down on his dick with a huff, pinning it between my spade and his stomach. As I bore my weight on him, I felt his rigid length bend slightly between my outer lips. Rrrr, his little cock felt so good against my slippery spade. The warm spit coating his dick mixed with my own natural juices, and the grinding I did caused a lewd, squelching noise to fill the cave. Grrr. My bestial pussy clamped and pulsated angrily, wanting him inside. I started to hump on sheer instinct, making his shaft bulge out the length of my fat slit, rubbing my Y-slit along his tip.

"Fffuck," I groaned in my growly voice, using him like a toy. "Your stupid dick feels so fucking good. Wish you humans were bigger so you could pleasure me even more."

"I can help," he said, reaching down.

"No!" Snarling, I batted his hand away with my claws. "Don't want you talking or touching!

I'm in control, stupid prey."

I grabbed his juice-smeared erection in my long claws. There. His dick arched upwards, kissing my spade's hot and wet opening. Now he was properly aligned. The human's cock throbbed against me. Urf. Yeah. His mushroom-shaped glans slid across my Y-slit until it slipped in, hitting my internal clit and sending a thrill of excitement down my tail. I sunk down on him immediately, feeling it slip in deep.

Fuck. Yes. This was the part I had been craving. I felt so wet as his cock disappeared inside of me, spreading me open and filling me up. Panting with pent-up need, I shifted my haunches so his dick hit all the right places. Suddenly, a rush of euphoria as my spade clenched and spasmed around him.

"Graaawoo!"

I had my first orgasm before I had even got going! Just slid right down on him and came. Grrrr, I hate my moon-lust.

"Gods, that clenching!"

Yeah, humans always seemed to be surprised by that. When I'm knotted, the male can't thrust, so we females are used to doing all the work ourselves, clenching and massaging and tugging on the dick trapped inside. This human has no idea what he's in for …

Now that I've accepted what the moon wanted, the two of us could settle into our respective roles in this mess. I could relax and find my rhythm. My rumbling growls became moans as I had my fun grinding away on his hard dick. Yes. Now I can luxuriate in this sublime sensation. I lifted my hindquarters, slamming down on him hard enough to make him grunt.

"Your pussy feels impossibly hot."

"Nnnf… it does, doesn't it?" I grinned proudly, showing all my sharp teeth. "That is why they call it being in heat!" Closing my eyes and savoring the moment, I clenched my pussy to squeeze that little dick inside. Mmf, yes. It felt so good to control him with my cunt.

"The way you can clench me …" the human groaned underneath me, writhing against the dirty fur pelts. "That's incredible! Do that again."

I snarled, my claws dug into his flesh. "Do not command me, prey. You have no power, here. Understand?"

"I … I know. I was only–"

"Shut up. You don't do a thing unless I tell you. Now be good prey and stay quiet for me."

My human toy scowled, but shut his mouth obediently, causing a shiver to tickle my spine. It seemed he was sobering up enough to realize how little control he had. The little human glanced around the cave, eyes darting from my snarling maw to my shiny claws. Mmm … what's on his mind, I wonder? Was he wondering how long it'll take until I slaughter him? The thought exhilarated me. Fear is good. Fear keeps prey compliant.

With my quarry's little prick now firmly lodged in my spade, I sat on his lap and basked in the joy of dominating my prey. His hard cock was now mine. My pussy thrummed with delightful aches, clenching and begging to cum. I leaned back, shifting my haunches so his dick fucked my favorite spots. But it wasn't only the physical pleasure that had me in a lustful fervor. No, it was the sheer, primal exhilaration of holding a defenseless male in my claws and forcing him to pleasure me. I could feel the dominance leaking out of my pores. Musky, hot, and raw. Yes, it was such a natural sensation for me. Gods, how I missed this feeling. The humans needed to learn their proper place: serving the true dominant species of this world! This gave me such a thrill I haven't experienced in a long time … well, a month felt like a long time!

"Rrrf, I needed this," I growled, lowering my muzzle to his face, panting. A droplet of my drool dribbled from my maw, fell on his face.

He wiped the drool off his cheek with a frantic panic. "Ack! Don't get your saliva in me!"

"Silence, prey!" I snarled.

Keeping a good grip on his waist, I tensed my haunches together, pulling myself up and off his dick. The tight Y-slit of my spade clenched around him like a sleeve, gripping him, refusing to let go. Drip drip drip. Rivulets of my pungent nectar ran down his shaft, trickled down his balls, and moistened the dirtied fur pelts. Grunting, I adjusted myself, changing the angle and rhythm slightly. Ahhh, that's the spot. Right there. I began to bounce on him, panting and swishing my tail. This position always did me well, hitting my internal clit and making me throb each time he re-entered me. The muscular inner walls of my Y-slit worked his cock well, causing both of us to moan – human and beast in unison.

I mated him for a long time, with my climaxes happening within minutes of each other. Muddled by the alcohol, he lasted long enough to survive four of my orgasms. Mm, humans … they could only cum once or twice, but they could go for so much longer in that timespan. I loved it. By the time I felt my fifth welling up inside of my belly, I sensed his own release was inevitable. With the way his hips were thrusting weakly and his breathing growing ragged, he was close.

"I'm about to blow …" he moaned.

"Give it to me, prey! Your cum will sate my moon-lust!"

He paused his thrusts. "I … I'm not gonna get you pregnant, am I?"

I growled at his ignorance. "Don't be stupid!" I'm incapable of interbreeding with humans – thank goodness!

It was time to show him what a monster like me was truly capable of. My paws grabbed him by the wrists and pinned him down. Using my larger weight, I held him still, ceasing all his movements. The position allowed me to sink lower on his stiff cock, keeping him firmly inside my bestial pussy, trapping him. Then, my pussy clenched on him angrily as I massaged him to completion.

"Your clenching–! Gods, I've never felt anything like it!" He groaned and struggled to thrust upward against my pin. His hands balled into fists, unable to do anything against me.

"Keep struggling, prey," I growled low, eyeing his desperate expression. "It turns me on." My own juices were dribbling out of me now, soaking him. I would cum very soon as well. Panting and growling, I held him with my claws so I could make sure he'd obey and spurt inside me. Urg, the look on his face as my spade massaged his member. Eyes screwed shut, sweat glistening off his brow, face contorted in concentration, mouth agape, chest rising and falling … fuck, I did enjoy making a human cum. It was such a fun show.

"Gods!" He started to spurt, his semen spilling into me with each delicious throb.

"Grrrr, yesss!" I lowered my face to his, panting and huffing in his ear. My drool soaked his cheek. A tingle ran down my spine as my spade squeezed around his throbbing cock, squeezing each glob of semen out of him. My pulse throbbed in sync with his penis – beating together as one. "That's it … fill my hungry pussy, prey," I growled into his face.

Caught up in the ecstasy of the moment, I snarled and bit his shoulder harder than I meant to. I heard him gasp as tooth punctured skin. He writhed as the combination of pleasure and pain shocked his system. The metallic taste of blood hit my tongue, and I growled with satisfaction as I pulled away and licked his wound. Oh, how tempted I was to bite down fully and feast! But not yet. Not while he could still satisfy my slit.

Slowly, the moment passed and his cock stopped throbbing. After his pulsating manhood was reduced to a sloppy dick once more, I lifted my rump to release him. His cock slipped out of me with a deliciously nasty slurp. Unf, the vulgar way it sounded made me shiver. I settled my haunches on the dirty fur pelts, staring into his eyes with only a heavy panting to break the silence.

I watched, amused, as the human recovered from his daze. His pale face now flushed bright red. His blue eyes slowly focused on me as his cock rested against his sweaty tummy, streaked with both of our bodily fluids. Cum drooled from my puffy pussy and pooled between us. Oh, I did enjoy the lewd moment when my prey came to terms with being mated by a beast for the first time. The realization that they came inside a monster … it was different for every prey. Some were disgusted, some too shocked to speak, others so numbed by their submission that they could only whimper with exhaustion.

"You bit me!" He pulled his hand away from his leaking puncture wounds, looking at the blood with horror. "I'm infected! Oh gods, gods no …"

I snorted. "You were infected the moment you entered me."

"R-really?" He went silent for a moment, his mind racing as the gravity of the situation fully hit him. "I thought it was just your saliva that was infectious ..."

"Saliva, blood … pussy juice. But it doesn't matter. It takes a month to transform, and I won't let it finish."

I saw it in his face: the little hope left in his eyes was shrinking, like snow in the spring sun. Damn, I gave it away!

"I'm going to die in this cave, aren't I?!" He asked, his voice turning shrill.

I huffed. Ugh, I didn't need this human freaking out on me now. "That depends on how well you can satisfy me."

"But you're not going to let me leave, are you? Gods, I'm never going to see my family again!"

Ugh! I still needed this human holding onto a flicker of hope so he could continue being a good mate for me. So I leaned in and mounted him, pinning him down and slurping his face with my tongue. "Hush. If you're good, you may live," I lied.

"Y-you'd let me go?" he asked, suspicious.

I flashed a toothy grin. "Think about it this way, human … if I ate everyone I met, there'd be no one to tell stories about me. No campfire tales to share at night, no reason to post warning signs in town."

"So you'll let me see my family after I turn back?"

I paused. "Turn back?"

"Yeah. After the next full moon passes, I'll turn back to human, right?"

I chuffed laughter. "What do you think this is, some sort of magic spell? There's no going back."

"What?!"

"The effects of my bites are permanent, prey."

He stared at me slack-jawed and unable to process a proper reaction. "But …! But then … then when I … my life as I know it will be–"

"Enough!" I smacked him with the back of my paw. "Listen, human: I need you calm and I need you hard. You're useless to me if you can't get it together! Useless except as a meal … understand?"

With that, he went silent for a long time, lying still under me. I let the situation stew. Thoughtful silence was better than panicked blathering, if nothing else. Fine, let him wonder. Think about what I've said, my prey. As your anxiety recedes, let me give you a distraction. "I'm hungry for another orgasm," I grumbled. "If you can't get it back up, you'll have to use your mouth and fingers."

He grimaced. "How many orgasms can you have?"

I gave a toothy smile. "Unlike you males, I am limited only by my stamina. Now hold still: I need to get you hard before my hunger kicks in." I then dipped my muzzle down between his legs and worked on getting him ready for round two. Ugh, his fear had reduced him to a pitiful flaccid state. Now I had to start all over again. My bestial pussy was furious.

I glared at him as I lapped at his pathetically small human balls, testing their give, rolling them on my tongue. They were soft and moist and sticky with my juices. Grrr, there better be more cum in these things. With a slow growl, I licked his shaft, savoring the raw taste of skin with the slight aroma of salty sweat and crotch. I tasted myself on him, too: mmm, erotic and delicious. He trembled but met my gaze and planted his hands on my snout. He gazed into my angry yellow eyes. It made my heart flutter and my spade burn. Mmm, how I enjoyed playing with his little package. Half-deflated, still soaked in a mix of both our liquids. It brought me such satisfaction to feel this insignificant dick in my maw. Yes, serve and obey me, prey. You are so powerless between my jaws.

After a few minutes of dutiful licking, his manhood twitched, growing harder. Yes, human! Get hard for me …

But then I felt him put a hand on my head and stroke my shaggy black fur. I tensed up and growled around his cock. A quick baring of my fangs was all it took for him to remove his fingers. Why did he do that? Touch me, pet me. I couldn't stop thinking about why. I glanced up at him, and I could tell he was thinking. Plotting something. Hmm.

I didn't like that. Humans tended to do crazy things when backed into a corner. Some have tried to fight me, kill me. A few years back, one got me in the neck with an elk horn I had lying in my den. Tenacious bastard. Faced with his inevitable fate, this particular human seemed to be up to something. Filled with foreboding, I decided to up my dominance a notch. I couldn't risk him doing something stupid, after all. I gently placed my maw around his cock and gave it a firm nip.

"Remember, prey: don't try any funny business when I've got my teeth on your manhood," I snarled around his cock for good measure.

Showing off my fangs closed around his penis sent a pang of terror through him. Good. Humans, so docile and fragile! Fear was a weapon, and my fangs were the blade. A single flash of them could bring a human to heel, and cause even the bravest warrior to quake in their boots. It's why humans were my favorite prey.

I continued tonguing him back to full stiffness. As my snout nuzzled the human's groin, I savored his musk: a spicy, almost intoxicating aroma that caused my loins to flutter. I panted around his cock, lapping my drool on his balls. Mmmm. Being so close to his scent made my pussy writhe and clench. She was even hotter and wetter than ever before, drooling out a mixture of my clear nectar and his milky cum. Fuck girl, I know you want his dick again, but calm down!

I bathed his shaft with my drool, savoring my morsel. Mmm. Why were human dicks so fucking good? His scent drove my pussy wild. His taste filled me with hunger. I savored the weight of his length on my long, panting tongue. I curled it around him, hugging his dick nice and good, squeezing and tasting his cock. I shut my eyes and growled. This is what my moon-lust always did to me. Every. Damn. Month. I loved it. I hated it. Mmm. I needed more.

Growling with lust, I licked up his dick and gave the helmet a fresh tongue bath. I fixed my gaze into his eyes, my yellow orbs glaring at him as my tongue played with his slit. Urf. I was getting so swept up in how good this felt, to feed the primal hungers of my body. Once I get started, it's hard to stop. His penis throbbed between my fangs and I rolled my tongue around it. I suckled and slurped noisily, nursing on his glans and nipping the foreskin with my teeth.

Unfortunately, I couldn't let him cum in my maw: my pussy had a greater need for his seed. But I fantasized about the rush of dominance I experienced whenever I held a defenseless male down and devoured his semen. The warm, bitter taste of human semen spurting on my tongue, coating the back of my teeth, a mouthful of sweet protein gushing down my gullet … such a fulfilling sensation to slurp down that seed and milk a male's throbbing length for more. And this one had a cute face to stare at while I did it. Mmm. I was so tempted. Maybe next time, after I've given my pussy a few more orgasms to calm her down.

I felt the human put a hand on my head. "Those whimpers you're making … you really like sucking my dick, don't you?" He even began to smile.

I snapped out of my spiral of self-indulgence with a growl. Well, if he enjoyed me sucking him, now I wasn't going to do it. I let his erection slip from my maw. "Shut up," I grunted. "You're hard enough for another round." Holding him down with a paw, I nudged him a bit to get his knees a little wider apart. Growling softly, I clasped my paw around his neck. I had done this many times before. Prey usually squeaked when I did it. This one did not.

"Do you have a name, beast?" he choked out.

My ears flinched in confusion. "No."

Why would he even ask me that? Did he think it would make a difference to get to know me? The humans have given me many names over the years, but I've rejected them all. A beast has no use for a name. I was a predator, and he was prey; that was all that mattered.

"My name is–"

"I don't care!" I tightened my claws around him, causing him to gag and squirm. Leaning close, I looked into his blue eyes. We glared at each other in a feral staring contest, with only the light of the fire to illuminate our faces. Those blue eyes … there was fear in them, but something more. Something curious. This thing, I could not understand. And that disturbed me.

After a while, I could take no more of his stare. I released his throat, and he broke the heavy silence with a cough and gasp for air. "You talk a lot for prey."

Staring up at me, he kept his words carefully chosen, measuring his response. "You talk a lot for a predator." His tone was anything but mocking. Almost like a … a compliment?

I recoiled, grimacing. Damn this human. I liked him more when he was terrified, begging, and pleading for his life. Now, his sudden confidence puzzled me. What was his goal, exactly? What had changed to make him think he could act so defiant? This change infuriated me. I had hoped he'd become more subservient once I'd bit him, not … whatever this was! In a surge of emotion, I pushed my furry snout close to his face, sniffing out this newfound confidence so I could tear it down and reveal its weakness to me.

"It's Rylan, by the way."

I pulled back from my sniffing, feeling disgusted. "Stop."

"I'm a cooper – I make barrels for a living."

"I said stop!"

"I have two sisters, Jeane and Drucilla, both married. I'm fond of fishing and whittling little–"

"SHUT UP!" I bellowed, causing him to recoil. "I know what you're doing. You think that I will start looking at you as more of a person than of a meal. Prey have tried that on me before. It doesn't work."

"I won't know for sure unless I try."

"Listen, prey …" I got in his face, growling. "If you want to convince me not to eat you, you can start by keeping that mouth of yours shut."

My hot, huffing breaths bathed his face and caused his body to tremble. Yet he still retained his composure as best he could. Again, I felt the flicker of anger ripple through me.

"If you wanted to eat me, you would have already."

I bared my fangs at him "Don't tempt me! You're lucky my moon-lust takes priority over my hunger."

Before he could speak again, I wrapped a paw over his mouth, causing him to grunt in surprise. Heh. This will teach you not to speak, prey.

With my other paw, I seized his cock in my paw and lined it up with my drooling pussy. Yes … he was still hard enough. I squeezed it with my claws to make sure, causing him to yelp. Mmm. Yep. All nice and erect. Good. Down I went. As his glans slid up into my Y-slit and penetrated my spade, a wave of relief washed over me. Mmm … mmmmrrrff, yes! That's a nice meat-toy. I'll have lots of fun with this. I rocked my hindquarters back and forth, slowly thrusting, taking delight in the way this puny manhood slid inside my spade. My eyes squeezed shut. Yes. So fucking good.

Then, the sensation of his hands running between my thighs forced me to open them again. What the hells was he doing?

"Hands off!" I snapped, batting his hands away from my spade with a paw. I kept my cunt filled with his dick, but that didn't mean he was allowed to touch it. My yellow eyes glared at him in a silent warning to not try that again. "What are you doing?!"

"Petting you."

"I didn't tell you to pet me."

"I'm trying to get used to your body."

"Listen carefully, prey." I leaned in close, baring my teeth as I growled. "All you need to do is lay there and be obedient." My tail swished back and forth behind me. "Do not touch me there again."

The human let out a groan. "Is this all sex is to you?" he asked. "Mindless, loveless rutting?"

I snapped my teeth at him. Ugh, why won't this one shut up?! "Humans are only good for two things: satisfying my moon-lust, and satisfying my belly. If you keep annoying me, it'll only make me hungrier. Understand?"

The human failed to register a response of fear that I had expected. Instead, his face seemed sullen. "Have you never made love?"

So shocked was I at his question that I stopped bouncing on him completely. "What?!"

"You know … tender, intimate coitus. Physical romance. You've never experienced that?"

I stared at him for a moment, eye twitching as I struggled to form an answer on my tongue. His very question offended me. Love was for the weak. That's why humans made love and beasts mated. This sordid affair I forced humans to partake was … it wasn't … love should have nothing to do with it! All this emotional fussing must be some pathetic attempt to escape his fate.

"I'm a beast. Beasts do not love." The words were intended for him, but it felt like I needed the reassurance more.

"What about before?"

"Before what?"

"Before you transformed."

Transform? Pah! This was who I had always been. Beast. Predator. Eater of human flesh. To even suggest that I had once been human … my mind instinctively recoiled at the thought. It didn't seem possible. My earliest memories have been of the white orb in the sky: its cold, comforting glow overhead, the thrill of chasing down my prey in its light, the taste of human blood on my tongue. It's all I have known for hundreds of moons. If I had been human once, that meant I had been hunting and eating my own kind for generations! But that couldn't be true. I was a beast.

I shook my head clear of the confusing thoughts and got back to bouncing on his dick. "There was no 'before'."

He looked up at me, suspicious. "Then how did you transform?"

"I didn't transform," I growled, slamming my hips hard enough to cause him to grunt. "Now shut up."

"You must have transformed at some point. How else could–"

"I said …" I leaned close, tightening my claws on his flesh. "Shut. Up."

He winced in pain. "Okay, okay!"

I continued humping his dick in silence, but my mind was elsewhere. What would love even feel like, anyway? Would it make my moon-lust even more unbearable? The entire time I mated him, I couldn't stop wondering what was wrong with this human. I hunted, I killed, I fed. Not because I hated humans, but because I enjoyed it. What kind of human would ever be willing to pleasure one such as me? His tender touch … what was he trying to do? Soften my heart? Seduce me, with sweet words and a gentle touch? Absurd! It was purely human nonsense.

The human relaxed on the dirty animal furs and began rocking his hips up to meet my bounces. "You know, there's a lot I could teach you about making love."

I shook the thoughts out of my head with a growl. "Rrr, all your talking is making me angry! Keep quiet. Your job is to lay there and look tasty."

"My job is to survive the night," the human countered, apparently having sobered up enough to think straight. "And the way I see it, satisfying you gives me my best chance of surviving."

I tilted my head, eying him curiously, but not slowing my rhythm as I continued to grind on his dick. Now this was one survival strategy I have not seen prey try before. He had stopped trying to touch me now and laid still, staring up at me defiantly with balled fists. I watched the way he looked at me with determination. All the hopelessness was gone. Somewhere in the throes of our rough fucking, his inebriation had eased and a determination had sparked in his eyes.

His persistence annoyed me. Grrrr, mating was supposed to subdue him, not embolden him. Why was this one human so different from the others I dragged to my den and devoured?

"I can make you feel good, if you let me …"

I reared back and stiffened as his hands ran up my belly, feeling each of my abs. His fingers found my teats under the dense fur and gently pinched. The sudden sensation caused my spade to clench around him.

"Stop," I snarled, batting his hands away. I was trembling, though out of anger or temptation I could not say. "Don't touch me. I warned you. Do you want to lose your fingers?"

The human gripped my fur. "Please, let me try something," he stated with a voice free of doubt.

He moved further this time, his hands darting past the teats on my stomach and up to my chest. With a little effort, he found his way under the coarse fur and cupped both of my breasts. The unexpected touch made me whine and pin my ears against my head. I don't know why I wasn't immediately shoving his hands away. The way his soft hands lifted up my fur-covered breasts, massaging them, stroking my skin in just the right way … a tingly sensation like I've never known shocked my spine. My breath grew shaky, my tail went limp.

For a moment, I was transfixed. Frozen, unable to process this new feeling. The human rubbed me with skillful hands. A pleasure so simple, so instinctive … urf, why did this feel so good? When he pinched both nipples, my spade clenched wildly around his cock, as if she was thanking him for his efforts.

"Grrrr … stop touching me …"

But I didn't shove his hands away like I should have. I was paralyzed by the feeling of my nipples being touched so tenderly. Urf. Mmf. To think that such unassuming nubs could be so sensitive! I knew humans needed them to nurse their offspring, but as my kind were sterile (we had other, more bitey ways of reproducing), I had long considered my mammaries to be useless. Somehow, this damn human knew exactly how to bring out the pleasure in them! How was this possible? I bared my teeth, fighting the urge to melt under his touch.

His hands wandered from my breasts to my mane. "Your fur is so thick and tangled," he said.

With that, he started digging his fingers deep into my hide. No, no no … ung, yesssss! Those fingers! Working their way through my mane, pressing into my skin, massaging my hide. His thumbs dug in and tugged, pulling my fur apart gently, loosening the matting. Mmmff. I growled, wagging my tail as the human tended to my needs. I felt pampered, like … like a lady being groomed by her handmaiden.

That oddly specific analogy jumped into my mind on its own accord. Why?

Suddenly, I was sitting in front of a mirror, seeing an unfamiliar face staring back at me. Green eyes, human eyes. My eyes. A powered face, rogue on my lips. My long auburn hair being brushed by a handmaiden. A silver comb. It felt so vivid, so real, so …

"Rrrrrr…. enough!" I pushed myself off of him and reared up on my hind legs, staggering back closer to the fire. "Whatever your fingers are doing to me, stop it!"

The human rose to a standing position, grunting as he pushed himself up to his feet. The fire spit and crackled, casting shifting shadows along the cave walls and lighting up his soft, determined features. "What's wrong? You were enjoying that."

"Lies!" I gnashed my teeth. "No, this is … this must be some kind of human trickery!"

He sighed with exasperation. "Are you so bull-headed that you can't let your guard down for one second?"

I growled, frothing at the mouth. "Shut up, shut … up! Too many words. Prey isn't supposed to talk! SHUT UP!"

Why couldn't I simply devour him now? What was stopping me from striking him down, consuming his body, taking his bones as a trophy? I was the predator. He was the prey. What was different about this one? What changed to cloud my judgment so? Damn my moon-lust! And damn this human!

My rumbling growls drowned out my own thoughts. I should shake this foolish human nonsense and eat him. Gods, the fresh blood from his bite wound smelled so appealing right now. My whole body is telling me to silence this fool's ideas. I was still shaky from his touch, but it was struggling against my anger. There was nothing I hated more than being interrupted while trying to mate. Fucking hells! Just. Eat. Him!

The naked human took a step forward, and I shrunk back. "No. Keep away! You … you are nothing but prey! Food! A thing to be toyed with! Eaten!" I gnashed my teeth at him. "Stay back!"

"Relax. There's nothing I can do to hurt you." His voice was calm, gentle. I couldn't comprehend why he was so nice to me. He extended a hand out, offering peace.

"Raaagh!" I lashed out, claws swiping through the air like whirling knives.

He staggered back, clutching his forearm as rivulets of red dribbled down it. "Arrrg!" He seethed, inspecting the wound. "That's okay … I understand you don't trust me." Taking a knee, he picked up his shirt and tore a sleeve from it.

By now I was panting and fuming, muscles tensed and my tail held rigid. I watched him wrap the cloth around his wound with care. All the confusion was making me seethe. How dare this human react to my ferocity with such calmness? Who was he?! As he finished wrapping the cloth around his dripping arm, he tied a tight knot and fixed me with his stare. I almost took a step back under his penetrating blue gaze.

"Let me touch you," he said. "It'll be okay."

No human has ever talked to me like this. With such poise, such confidence. This was all wrong. I was the predator! Me, me!

My vision grew fuzzy as I tried to decipher the thoughts rushing through my head. Emotions wracked my brain, my instincts warred with each other. Eating a human can be quite a satisfying affair. But my moon-lust still had to be satisfied, too. This couldn't end so soon. After eating him, I would need to get another human, but could I find one at this hour? I would have to spend the rest of the night with an empty, aching pussy … no! I had to make use of this one.

"Let me help you. I can make your heat go away." He extended his arm again, still dripping as fresh blood seeped into the strips of fabric. The metallic scent called to me, sang to my primal urges, caused my stomach to churn and my jowls to drool. Between his legs, a more tantalizing, spicier musk appealed to far stronger instincts.

I opened my maw, yet words would not form on my tongue. Each instinct was telling me a different way to react: consume this human, fuck this human, give in to this human. My moon-drunk mind could not decide what it wanted most.

When his hand touched my mane, I flinched and growled.

"Hush. It's okay," he cooed, threading his fingers through my matted, oily fur. "Let me make you feel good."

I tried to step back, but my paws were glued in place. I wanted to slash him, but my claws would not budge. The way his fingers touched me felt so unexpected, so alien. I was used to balled fists beating my chest, nails scratching my skin. That I could deal with. But his touch was gentle and kind. It made me feel so strange, so uncomfortable. And yet, I was transfixed, like he had cast a spell upon me. His fingers ran deeper into the follicles, gently moving up to my ears, exciting all of my nerve endings. Soft. Silky. Pure pleasure. I shuddered. The only part of me that could move was the racing of my heart and the clenching of my empty pussy.

When his fingers reached that spot behind my ears, I lost it.

It felt like a waterfall washing down my spine, all the way to my tail. The involuntary pleasure caused my growl to fail before it even left my throat. Wanton whimpers were exhaled as I stood stock-still. My tail and paws went limp, my eyes rolled in the back of my head. Legs wobbled weakly, unable to move. Heart racing. Muscles relaxing. The touch was more than I could handle. Such unwanted bliss pulsating from those fingertips … utterly defiling me in a way I had not felt before. It made no sense. I felt vulnerable, exposed, weak. I hated it!

But despite my anger I could not stop him.

This human had me utterly compromised. At any moment he could shove a hidden dagger into my throat, or strike my head with a stone. But no, he kept massaging my pointed ears, pleasuring the inside of the folds with each tantalizing, delicious caress. Conflicted instincts were telling me to flee, to attack, to devour. But the pleasure he invoked forced me to hold still and let his wonderful fingers run over my body.

I finally admitted to myself … I wanted this.

Fuck, did I want this.

This human's gentle caress had pierced me deeper than any pike or sword. It had gone straight through my chest and into my heart, violating my innermost being in a way no human ever should. And the aftermath felt most unnatural, as my head started to get scrambled up with new thoughts … emotions. Longing. Lust. Needy whines for more. What was he doing to me?! His touch awakened feelings in me I had no names for, feelings a monster should never have.

"Have you ever kissed before?" he asked, looking into my yellow eyes.

"No …" My voice – once bellowing – was now quiet and meek as a mouse.

"Would you like to try?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't.

But my silence was enough for him. The human leaned in close. I felt his breath on my thin lips, billowing against my wet nose. I tensed up, fur bristling as his smooth lips pressed against mine.

Sparks. Jolts. Electric pleasure shot down my spine, straight into my groin. Raw feelings – complex and unfamiliar emotions – erupted like a breaking damn in my mind. In a wave, these feelings swept aside everything I knew. They were replaced by new desires: to kiss, to lick, to hold on tight.

His hand continued to thread through my mane as his mouth pushed against mine. His other hand buried in my furred chest, gently stroking my breasts and igniting powerful chills that ran through my body. I don't know what compelled me, but my maw slowly parted, releasing a soft, plaintive whine as I extended my tongue. The wet tip brushed against his lips, tentatively requesting entrance.

With ease, our tongues touched and entwined together. His tongue grazed my curved fangs. Our noses pressed against each other's, breaths and growls and moans blending into a messy, wet chorus. Our dancing tongues undulated together, entangled and interlaced – human and monster interconnected. My larger, flatter tongue smothered his like a blanket, covering it in thick drool. He gagged at first, but got used to the sensation quickly. Mmm. I explored every inch of his tiny pink human tongue with impunity. There was no fighting this. This was not some primal, basic urge to mate. It was stronger than that. Deeper. Emotional. Every drop of my moon-lust poured into our liplock, until our passionate kiss ran its course.

Suddenly, the human pulled away, coughing. "Sorry – your breath smells like foul meat … it's REALLY strong." He waved a hand in front of his nose. "Whew!"

Any other moment and I would have lashed out for such a remark. But I was in a daze, my tail and claws limp. That kiss had unlocked something in me. Something I had felt before. A long, long time ago. So long, in fact, that I had forgotten it had happened at all.

I took a step back, clutching my head and reeling. "Human … what did you do to me?" I staggered against the wall, reaching out for support. My claws left scratch marks as they scraped the cool stone. My shaggy tail hung limp between my hind legs, and my pointed ears lay flat against my head. As I turned towards the fire, the orange light illuminated my heaving furred body and made my shiny black nose glisten. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions I couldn't make sense of. So many unfamiliar feelings tried to form in my brain, but none would shape into something I could recognize.

Unfamiliar visions had filled my mind while we had kissed. Murky and hazy, like looking for fish in a muddy pond. Fragrant flowers. The clanging of church bells. Strong hands holding me tight. A kiss, deep and passionate – full of love. And a warm, fulfilling joy. What were these memories? They couldn't be my own … could they?

"I've never … Never kissed before." I slammed my balled fist against the cave wall.

"What?"

"Never … kissed." I repeated, yet I couldn't convince myself it was true.

Something about that kiss struck me like lightning. Was I so pent up with moon-lust that a kiss could set me off? No. This was not the fault of my moon-addled mind. This human had done something to me that I could not come back from. I didn't know what that was, yet.

But I knew one thing … I wanted MORE.

I whirled around, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Human! What did you do?!" I bellowed, claws digging into his biceps.

The human yelped in pain. "Your claws are hurting me." He tried in vain to wiggle free.

"I've never kissed before!" I snarled at him.

"Yeah … you said that."

"Stupid human!" I shook him. "So why did it feel so familiar!?"

He reeled from being shaken so violently. "Huh?"

A bit of frustration came out in the form of a growl. I released him and stamped my hind paws, clawing at the cave floor. "Whatever you did, do it again!"

"R-really?"

I snarled, baring my fangs as I loomed over him. Spit and snot dripped down my maw. His blue eyes stared into my hungry glare, reflecting the flames that flickered behind me. Grrr, his face … I loved how cute he looked. I needed to vent this energy before I went crazy.

In a rush, I leapt on him, knocking him to the harsh floor. I wasted no time in pressing my puffy spade right up against his tiny cock. His gasp was muffled by my snout as I mashed my lips against his. I swallowed his sweet screams with my mouth, pressing my needy cunt against his half-erect dick, refusing to break our liplock. Once again, I forced his tongue to play with mine, until his cries faded away and he gave in.

Normally, to have control over such a helpless creature was exhilarating. He was my prey, a thing to use as I wanted. My instinct screamed at me to pin him, mount him, and ravage him. But this felt different. This time, there was something … more. Something tender and thrilling. It filled me with such passionate emotion that I failed to even put a name to. So elusive, yet so familiar. I didn't know if I loved it or hated it.

His hands crept across my abs, tracing their way along each of my teats. A pair of fingers clasped my dark nipples and squeezed. Mmf, no prey had ever touched my teats like that before. How was he making me feel so GOOD? His mere touch sent shivers down my spine. Wet, heated chills. My fluffy tail wiggled. I writhed against him, pushing harder, growling into his mouth. I was lost in these alien yet strangely intoxicating sensations. This poor human had no idea just how much a single kiss had set me off.

He rubbed each of my teats between his thumb and forefinger, and they hardened at his touch. Then, up further, to my fur-covered breasts. Rrrf, that felt incredible. Yeah, wow. Fuuuuuuck. A reverberating growl escaped my nostrils and tickled his face. I lowered my front paws and planted them beside him, our noses barely touching. The tip of his penis pressed into my belly, growing hard for me again. His precum blotted my black fur. I pressed my lips against his once more. His hot tongue lanced between my fangs and touched the roof of my mouth. Drool oozed down my lips and onto his chin as we shared mouths

Sluuuurp, smack, muah, growl …

Why was I letting this human slide his tongue past my fangs without biting down?! It was insane. I don't know why I craved it. But I did. Rrg, I'm so wound up. My soaked Y-slit clenched around nothing, angry at being empty. The feeling of his tongue squishing around my own, squirming and flailing, made my knees shake. I've decided. Definitely hate it. I hate that this human is ruining my predator instinct!

The human pulled back and stared into my eyes. Oooooooh, I enjoyed staring into those intense blues, so full of determination to live. He even smiled. "So I guess monsters can love after all."

I bared my teeth. "Shut up."

The human let out a little laugh. His cheeks dimpled and his white teeth glowed in the light of the campfire. Aww.

"I said shut up!" I silenced his laughter with my snout as we devoured each other in another messy liplock. More slick slurps and wet smacks. Ung, I'm getting an adrenaline rush. My heart was pounding. I curled my fingers, slicing my wicked, hooked claws through the furs on the ground, wanting so much to clench him with more than just my paws.

He pulled away again, wiping my drool from his mouth with the back of his good arm. "I would like to try making love."

I said nothing, but my ears folded back at the very notion.

"Can we switch positions, with you on your back?"

My eyes went wide and I bared my teeth. "Mate on my back? Like a submissive harlot?!"

The human pet my ears. "Please trust me. If you don't like it, you can always throw me off."

Urg … that petting somehow cast a spell over me. Any other day I could have resisted, but my moon-lust was reaching its pitch, my heat was relentless, his fingers on my ears and teats thrilled me, and that damned kiss…!

I huffed, "Fine." For what reason I agreed to this, I couldn't explain. His gaze burrowed straight to my core and captivated me like no other human had ever done. As soon as the word was out of my mouth, I regretted it. But the fact was, I had agreed.

I rolled off of him, onto the dirty pelts. Laying on my back, propped up by my paws, my huge furry body still dwarfed his tiny frame. It felt wrong to lie down and spread my hind legs like this. In this position I was on full display: my damp, puffy spade, angry and throbbing, visibly contracting as she demanded more. My twitching tail. The deep indent of my abs. My swollen teats having emerged from my dense fur, fully erect. I watched the human take in the sight with rapt interest. The sheer lust in his stare made my breath shake.

"I'm … waiting." My voice a grumbling, low tone, almost polite. So unfamiliar. "Hurry up, human." There. That felt better.

Chuckling, the human lowered himself between my legs, slowly putting his weight down on me. A shiver ran through me as his penis rested against my aching spade. "When you put your paws on me, please be gentle with your claws." His words were guarded, carefully chosen to not offend my anger or my stubbornness.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the human chose the worst possible time to stroke my ears again. His fingers began stroking that spot on my ears that had me instantly whimpering, before I could even catch myself and stop it. What in the hells was going on with his touch?! I tried to think, to form a response, but as the thrills of pleasure ran down my spine, all coherent thought drained out of my head.

"Try to restrain your instincts. Making love is about going slow, being gentle and caring."

I huffed and grunted, but that was all the response I could muster.

When his manhood pressed into the Y-slit of my spade, it forced more embarrassing whines out of me. Shaky, huffing breaths hacked out of my chest. Mmf, oh fuck! When he slid inside me, the tingling, pinching, sparking pleasure went straight down my back, igniting something deep in my core. My spade accepted the intrusion with enthusiastic quivering. My sharp, high-pitched yelps proved just how good it felt to have that thickness enter me again. Yes, human … stave off the empty ache of my moon-lust. Musky, spicy juices gushed out of me, sloshing as it pooled between us. My spade throbbed dangerously hard. Grrrr, don't cum just yet, girl …

When he bottomed out in me, I felt his balls pressed comfortably against the stretched entrance of my spade. At that moment, he kissed my muzzle again. I didn't even resist this time, eagerly slurping my long, slimy tongue against his small and soft human one. We began panting in time as our hot breath bathed each other's faces. Whimpers and moans poured from my maw uncontrollably; my whole body was nothing but pulsing nerves, waves of pleasure, burning heat. My stomach tightened as pure euphoria pulsed from my soaked pussy and all the way down my tail.

His thrusts were slow, but had power behind them. His small organ swelled inside me, pressing against my inner walls. Humans weren't the biggest, but my greedy pussy really appreciated every inch. His balls slapped gently against the matted fur surrounding my Y-slit. Paff … paff … paff. The rhythmic sound was almost drowned out by my pleasured growls.

The human pulled back and smiled at me. "Are you doing okay? How does this feel?"

His words had such genuine concern behind them. I didn't like it. Why should he care if I was enjoying myself? "Rrr … you're going too slow. And I demand you pet my ears again."

The human let out a little grunt and quickened his pace. "You only need to say 'please'."

I snarled, my claws digging into his flesh. "You will NEVER get me to beg, human."

"Asking nicely is not begging."

My ears folded flat against my head. "Grrrr, why are you making this so difficult?!"

"I told you." He paused to kiss me on the muzzle. "There's more than a beast in that head of yours. And I think we can bring it out."

I bared my teeth at his arrogance. "If you think this is going to change anything between us …"

"Shhh … just enjoy this."

I failed to respond, because he began scratching that spot behind my ears again. My mouth flapped open and shut like a fish out of water. Each jab against my fertile core was met with desperate grunting and panting. His cock slid across my sopping slit in all the best ways: due to the angle he entered my spade, his cock rubbed against the sensitive spot at the top of my Y-slit, right against my internal clitoris. Each time he thrust into me, he would pause when our hips met and grind against my groin. Grrr … all this friction, so much stimulation.

He met my gaze, determination sparking in his eyes, even while his face was contorted in pleasure. In the warm light of the fire, I could see him looking at me with such awe, such fascination. I didn't understand why. Whatever that look was, he was reserving it just for me.

"I bet no one has ever told you you're beautiful before."

I gnashed my teeth at him. "So what?"

"Well, even for a monster … you are beautiful."

My eyes widened, my ears folded down. I didn't believe them one bit, but his words nevertheless made my tail wag. "Shut up."

"Come on, it's a part of making love: you tell your partner that they're beautiful and that you love them."

"I am a BEAST!" I reminded him with a toothy snarl. "And I refuse to partake in this pedantic pillow talk."

He huffed. "Gods, try to relax and enjoy this, okay?"

Laying down fully on me, the human rested his head on my chest. He nuzzled my shaggy mane, taking in my spicy musk, and reached up to pet my ears and cheeks. I didn't like this, the way his hands explored my furry body. Mmm … okay, maybe I did. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the dirty furs. Oh, gods. His hands on my head, they felt incredible. At the same time, his cute little dick slid in and out of me at a measured pace that perfectly kindled the flames in my loins.

I relaxed into the strange feeling, growling as his cock slipped in and out of my dripping spade. Each thrust was a precise, controlled motion: just fast enough to satisfy my bestial slit, but not enough to make me climax. So deep … mating in this position allowed the human to reach as far as possible into my pussy. Each delicious stroke made me shiver with pleasure, made me grind harder into his cock. I nuzzled the top of his head, breath ragged as my tail wagged between his legs. My hungry spade quivered and clenched around the human's girth.

"Gods, the way you can clench around me … it's so wild, so intense. I've never felt anything like it!" He paused, making a big show of kissing my snout. "You're incredible."

A terse growl escaped my lips. "Don't flatter me, human."

"Oh, hush up and take the compliment."

I bared my teeth but said nothing.

The human got in closer, both arms wrapped around my furry, musky torso, pressing his hot, bare skin against my front. He rested his ear on my breast so he could hear my heart drum out its joyful beat. I felt his lips on my breast fur, searching for my nipple. Such closeness, such intimacy … it felt warm. Fuzzy. Somehow familiar …

I supported his upper body with my large paws. This freed his hands up. One reached for my breast, the other between my ears, stroking both so nicely. As his fingers worked his way through my thick, shaggy fur, I whimpered from the pleasure that bloomed within me. Being stimulated in so many different places at once felt utterly magical.

All this tender touching … why did this closeness fill my heart with such emotion? I didn't understand. It hurt me. So fucking good. This whirlwind of emotions in me that I could not understand. Memories rushed back at me, too muddled to make out. As ephemeral as the morning fog, these visions left as abruptly as they came, washed away in the sea of pleasure I was experiencing.

"Yessss …" I paused, clenching my spade around him. "Just like that."

"Gods, you're so warm inside …" he moaned. "I'm sweating from your heat."

The feeling of his flushed, sweaty skin against my fur was oddly erotic. Each gentle caress of his cock against my Y-slit sent warm sparks of pleasure through me. I felt my drooling slit squeezing harder, eager to suck and squeeze more of that pre-cum out of him. I found my paws moving of their own volition, clinging to him rapturously. Wrapping his bare body tight. Embracing him with a tenderness that I would deny ever happened. My claws left angry red lines on his back. My tongue bathed his face, my nose sniffed at the nape of his neck, my throat growled and whimpered and made all sorts of noises I didn't usually make.

Never had I dared to hold my prey so close, so near. Yet now I relished keeping my spade wrapped around his cock, my arms around his back. Growling, I pulled him in so that my lips met his in another passionate kiss. This love-making had touched me in more than just physical ways. It felt so wrong, so unnatural. Yet here I was, letting it happen. Encouraging him, even. I craved it, sought it, welcomed it. It filled me with a warmth of happiness I hadn't known in … perhaps ever.

No. I had felt this feeling before. A long, long time ago.

Somehow.

I had loved once before.

The human gazed into my yellow eyes, studying my expression in the waning campfire. "You're not so scary when you're making love. You know, with a long bath, a toothbrush, and some heavy fur trimming …"

"Shut up!" I growled. "Fuck me harder."

His slow thrusts were testing the limits of my patience. My large clawed paws moved down to his buttocks and squeezed hard enough to make him yelp. I pushed him down into my sopping wet crotch, fucking him into me. The human squealed in pain, I guess from my claws digging into his ass, but it only made me more aroused.

"Ow! Alright, alright, I'll go faster!" he griped, trying to pry my paws off.

With a few rough kisses and bites, I finally released my grip. I wagged my tail: he seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm, at least? Wait, why should I care if he enjoyed it? I don't understand these feelings!

When he pulled his hips back, I could feel his dick dragging along the slickness of my walls. Once the human's glans had almost pulled out of my spade completely, he slammed back in again. Urg, yes! Harder! Pursing my Y-slit to clench around that thickness, I gripped him firmly around the waist and guided his thrusts.

The human reached down and wrapped his arms around me again. I tensed up in surprise, at first. Then slowly relaxed, not resisting this time. He let out a low moan as I felt his shaft surge with fresh pre-cum. My spade tightened around him, undulating and rippling, muscles spasming and clenching. Whimpers and moans kept slipping out of me as his length slid over a certain sensitive spot: the tip of my internal clitoris, under the crook of my Y-slit.

I growled with lustful satisfaction as the human humped me harder. My whole frame shuddered as his manhood impaled me in the most fulfilling ways. Unf. The human's rapid breathing on my fur was exhilarating, almost as much as his member stretching me as it hilted. He smeared droplets of precum along the back of my slick tunnel, mixing with my copious fluids. His balls slapped hard against the bottom of my spade. The rhythmic smacks filled the cave.

My spade, she was so hungry for his seed, quivering hungrily for the cream that gathered inside his balls. I could feel my own climax welling up inside, but it felt different this time. It was a gradual bloom of pleasure, like a pot of water approaching its boiling point. Each second of our mating, it continued to grow. The heat radiating from my spade felt like smoldering magma, threatening to spill out. The sensation made me huff and growl and nip his neck. Tiny muffled grunts of pleasure escaped from behind my fangs, and I licked at his ear, his neck, his cheeks, wherever my long-reaching tongue could reach. The air around me was full of his sweat and breath: musky and salty, mixing with the acrid smoke of the campfire.

The human, I felt his penis growing stiffer in me. His moans increased in frequency. I growled into his ear. "I can feel how close you are. Cum inside me, human. Let it out. I want it. All of it."

"I'm trying …"

"Try harder!" I growled.

I began rocking my hips upward for extra fiction. I bared my teeth and gnashed, frothing and panting, snorting and breathing wildly as my climax hit before his did. Fuck! I let out a sharp howl that pierced the darkness as my spade relaxed. My cacophony of cries echoed through the forest, unanswered and unchallenged. Finally the spasms took over, igniting my spade with a series of hard contractions. Through the climax of pleasure whirling within my loins, I felt my cunt go into overdrive, squeezing and sucking and clenching in earnest to coax out his precious gift.

"Oh gods … gods!" The human rocked forward in desperation as his cock hardened inside of me. "Here it comes!"

I growled with delight as I felt the delicious throbbing of his cock. Blast after blast of his seed spurted into my quivering pussy, joining the cum already pooled in my womb from his first orgasm. My heart beat ever faster, as if it wanted to burst. The human threw his arms around me tighter, squeezing me so deliciously tight.

I arched my back and a keening whine burst through clenched teeth. Another climax slammed into my brain like a raging storm. For a moment, my mind went blank. I could do little more than gasp for air and spread my legs wider, welcoming each gush of cum with ecstasy. His gooey gift painted the depths of my pussy with warm, thick gushes of cream, and she rewarded him with sympathetic spasms that milked him for even more. How many spurts did this human give me? And yet I hungered for more. MORE!

Warm pleasure suffused my whole body, my eyes shut tight and my tongue lolled as I felt his erection grow soft within me. This climax, it had felt different than the others. More warm, more buzzy, more full. I was inexplicably giddy! My tail swished between his legs, slapping against his inner thighs. What was this … this joy? I felt so alive!

I lay there, gasping and quivering, slowly coming down from my euphoria. Suddenly conscious of what just happened, my ears folded back with confusion. A sensation bubbled up within my chest, causing my eyes to well with the tears. I blinked them away and snarled to myself, bewildered. All the joyful tingles in my body slowly simmered and faded. A feeling of vulnerability settled over me. My moon-lust was abated for now, no longer clawing my insides. Instead, it was replaced by a soft feeling … comfort? Gentleness? Completeness?

Rrr … what did this human do to me?!

The human pulled his softening dick out of my well-fucked spade with a wet squelch, a river of semen and pussy juice following in its wake. I whined a little protest in its absence. I knew the cum would keep flowing out of me for quite some time. The creamy goo had started to pool beneath me, making the dirty furs and my tailbase slick with sex juices. My ears flattened as an involuntary whimper escaped my lips.

I was not prepared for the human's kiss, but I returned it with enthusiasm. In my post-coital daze, I had nearly forgotten about his lips and the magic behind them. Did he notice my moment of weakness? My vulnerability? Unggh. Why was I trying to read so much into this? He was just a human. My prey. None of this would matter after I eat him. I'd still eat him, of course.

… Wouldn't I?

Ugh. I didn't want to think about that now. That gentle, loving expression in his eyes when he kissed me so tenderly made me quiver. I let out little pleasured whimpers into his mouth, my tail wagging increasing in speed as the wave of warmth washed over me. Noticing that I let him do this to me … that made me flush with shame. Dumb, inferior, stupid human. Gods, he … he was making me feel this way on purpose, somehow. Ugh. Why was I tormenting myself with these emotions I could not understand?

The human and I kissed like that for a long time. I struggled to breathe: my tongue kept entwining his, twisting and turning into his mouth in a most dizzying fashion. The sensation of his short and stubby tongue brushing against my fangs was thrilling, made my heart pound. My eyes rolled as his fingers rubbed the base of my ears. UNF! Not that spot again! Fuuuuck, yes, pet those damn ears! Those tender touches to my ears flooded my skull with bliss, down my body, and straight to my tail. Haaaah …

I released my grip on him, and my paws laid flat against my chest. No resistance. Not a hint of defensiveness. My body surged with adrenaline, but my relaxed body gave me away. So open, so vulnerable. I shuddered. Why was I doing this to myself?

Because … because my heart screamed that it felt right, even when every instinct told me that it was wrong.

He broke the kiss with a loud smack, still trying to get used to the sour flavor of my saliva. "Thank you for not biting my tongue off," he said, only half-joking.

I chuffed in response. His little attempt at humor had the side effect of shaking my mind out of the trance. Coming to my senses, I suddenly realized how dirty I felt for letting this human make love to me. I flattened my ears against my skull. "So what was your game, here? To woo me with your stupid love-making, get me to trust you, then kill me in my sleep?"

The human frowned. "No, of course not." He pushed himself off of me, letting his now-flaccid member brush against the fur on my inner thighs. He crawled down to the space between my hind paws and looked down, avoiding my gaze. "I'm infected now. I figure my best chance of surviving is to become your ally." He paused, stroking my leg. "And in time, maybe even your mate?"

I sneered, showing my fangs. "There is no love among monsters, only the instinct to hunt, kill, and breed." I snorted, unsure of what else to say. There was something about the silence hanging between us that felt uncomfortable. Maybe I was trying to convince myself of that as much as him.

"I think there's a part of humanity left in you that you don't want getting out."

"Shut up!"

The human ignored the threat in my tone. Dammit, he was getting good at that. "Tonight, I looked into the eyes of a monster and saw a woman staring back at me." He laid his hand on my breast, over my heart. "Someone hurt. Someone lonely."

My breath caught in my chest as that hazy vision filled my thoughts again. A woman looking back at me in the mirror. Long auburn hair. Green eyes, so gentle and human. A handmaiden with a silver brush in her hand. Could it be … was that really me in the mirror?

I touched my face, feeling my long snout. No puffy human lips, just fur and teeth. Whew! These feelings confused me. My instincts told me to brush it all away. I swiped his hand off my breast with a growl. "I am not hurting or lonely."

"Then why did you kiss me like a love-starved widow? Why … why do any of this?" he gestured vaguely. "If all you wanted was to breed, you didn't have to go through this trouble."

"I …" I snorted. "I don't know."

The human opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Perhaps he realized I needed more time to figure out my feelings. I stood up on all fours, rearing my head and tail up to stretch. And I tried my hardest to think about literally anything else.

Rrrrf, I hadn't felt so well-fucked in a long time. The calm, relaxed state of my body was such a heavenly change. Granted, my thighs and pussy felt really messy, but it was nice to not have that horniness raging between my hind legs for a while. My moon-lust would be back in an hour or so. But for now … I was sated.

I reared up onto my hind legs and stretched my arms. Seeing me rise to my full height, the human shrunk back on the dirty pelts.

"Are you going to eat me now?"

I chuffed. "No. My heat will linger until the three-quarters moon."

The human sighed, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "And then what?"

"And then I don't know!" I snarled at him. "But if you want to survive that long, you better be prepared to satisfy me."

He nodded solemnly. "I'd love to try."

Despite my best efforts, my tail wagged at his words.

The campfire had died down, so I added another log. Then I took a few steps toward the cave entrance and peered out into the darkness. Stars twinkled through the leafy canopy. Cool air traveled over my wet coat, drawing a shiver out of me. The full moon blanketed its cold light over the forest. Long, yawning shadows cast across the ground, creating long strips of black across the forest floor. As I stepped out into the moonlight, an aura of feral vigor filled me. Mmm. I was like a sunbathing lizard under such strong moonlight. So many things felt more intimate under the influence of a full moon: I experienced a new texture and richness to every sense. I smelled the forest in a more profound way, with dozens of distinct scents. I felt the moist, cold air on my fur with a newfound clarity. My ears flicked as they picked up noises from miles away.

The human called out from further in the cave. "You're tired, aren't you? Want to come back to the furs and cuddle?"

A surge of anger welled up within me. I whirled around to face him, my paws bunched up like fists. "What did you say?"

"Well, it's just, your heat made me quite tired too, so I thought –"

"No! The other thing."

"I said, want to cuddle?"

Feeling roused under the moonlight, I flattened my ears against my skull and bared my teeth. How dare this human suggest something so demeaning! Where would I find the words to describe how wrong and insulting such an offer was? The very idea, asking me to cuddle! My muscles twitched as my massive, lanky frame trembled with barely-contained anger.

"Cuddle?! You dare suggest that I, a monster, partake in that human show of affection, as if I were one of your kind? Just how stupid are you?! Don't tell me you actually meant that! I am the apex predator of this world, a beast of pure instinct and hunger. And you expect me to CUDDLE?!"

The human shrugged. "Well … yeah."

I chuffed. "Okay."

I retreated from the moonlight. And with it, the bloodlust abated. A bit of a smirk spread across the human's face as I turned in a circle and laid down next to him. As I took him in my large paws, he snuggled up against my furry breast and breathed a sigh of relief. Strange, foreign feelings rose from deep within me and I felt a choking sensation as something was stuck in my throat. I swallowed hard to ease the pressure, but it made no difference. This odd yearning to get close, to be vulnerable … it didn't feel right.

So why did I crave it so?

His beautiful blue eyes squinted as he smiled up at me. Gods, the human's smile, still visible in the embers of the fire … it was so warm. I could feel that cute grin trying to burrow through my thick hide and down to my innermost depths, to unlock something trapped within and set it free. I shuddered. There was something to his words, I thought. Could it be true? Was I not always like … this? All fur and teeth and muscle? Did I once have a human family? Were they even still alive after all these years? The very notion seemed ridiculous.

But if it was all a lie … why did that damn kiss feel so familiar?

"You're not the monster I thought you were," he said, snuggling closer. "Thank you for trusting me."

I flinched out of my thoughts. "This doesn't mean I won't eat you later, Rylan," I growled.

Rylan's smile tightened at the sound of his name. "Yeah. I know."

THE END

Post-story notes:

~Remember my name, bitches! It's Aus Holy-shit-he-writes-anthro-smut-too Fer

~Writing in first person – from the perspective of a such a bestial nonhuman – turned out to be really fun! In fact, it proved to be a little too much fun, judging from the length. This started out as a SHORT SMUT FIC that I wasn't even going to publish. It was supposed to stop after the first orgasm scene, I swear! You can probably tell the pacing is off because of that (too much smut in the beginning, a weird lull in the middle). Some character development snuck in, then all the sudden it was taking over the smut, and I got carried away. Damn, I can't keep any of my writing short, can I?

~I can only imagine that for someone like Rylan to not be utterly disgusted and traumatized by what happened to him, he must be into some really weird shit. But hey, aren't we all? I mean, Rylan meets a werewolf that wants to eat him and thinks "I can fix her." Dude's got a monsterfucker permit for SURE.

~I have my own canon for lycanthopy: it's an atavistic viral infection that rewrites DNA on the cellular level. With zero magic involved, that puts limitations on it. Like, being able to transform back and forth doesn't make any biological sense. So in my story, the transformation is gradual, permanent, and irreversible. The virus also has some effects on the brain (memory loss, bloodthirst, feral regression, ect). As a biology nerd, lycanthropy makes more sense this way. It feels more real, more immersive to me. I imagine the gimmick about transforming temporarily under a full moon arose from an exaggerated folklore of this "real" medical condition.

~I did a little challenge to myself to not use identifying words like "werewolf", "wolfish", or "lupine" in this story. Such terms are redundant in the first person. Would YOUR internal monologue describe yourself as "humanoid" and "ape-like"? Yeah, I thought not. The Beast has no name for herself; she simply "is". (I'd like to think Rylan would help her choose a name)

~While editing this to add more personality and character growth to the Beast, I took some inspiration from Laezel of Baldur's Gate 3. I couldn't help but admire just how much of an unrepentant asshole Laezel was at the beginning. So headstrong, so misguided; a product of a twisted upbringing that she gradually overcomes. She was well-written. (Karlach is still best bae tho. LOVE that fiery cinnamon bun).