Full Moon Mating - Truce
#7 of Full Moon Mating
The werewolf within Evan was restless. After having tasted the she-wolf two months ago, the beast was deprived of its pleasure by distance from its mate. Evan was angry all day until the full moon rose, and by then no restraints would keep it from being unleashed. The wolf was furious at the woman for staying away, and at Evan for thinking it could be controlled. The backs of his hands were never so hairy, so quickly upon moonrise.
"AaaaaaarroooooOOOOOOO!"
It was almost like Evan let it happen, resigned to letting the animal inside take more and more control. He would not deny that he wanted to touch her again, to mate with her under the moonlight, and to find that ounce of restraint that he had been seeking ever since he had been changed. So when he did submit to the beast, the transformation was quick, even if it was by no means less painful.
His four limbs carried him into the forest with overwhelming speed and power. On every step, his front claws dug into the earth as his muscular arms pushed against the ground, propelling him forward, ever closer toward that familiar scent. A husky, primal, yet feminine scent that could only be his werewolf lover. It was missing from the air of the forest last month. For awhile, he even ignored the scents of larger prey in favor of the she-wolf that riddled his instincts before the animal hungers became unbearable. Evan's werewolf had longed for that scent, and once it picked up on the she-wolf's smell, it let instinct take over, driving him to her.
He was the dominant werewolf. He was the one who changed her. He would be the one who would claim her that night.
These thoughts were fresh in the werewolf's mind, even as it picked up from the air the scent of a she-wolf that was frustrated and angry.
An unseen object struck Evan's head so swiftly that even the werewolf was thrown onto its side. Only another werewolf could rival his strength on the full moon. A wolf that had managed to find the high ground and pounce on him from up above. Its glowing yellow eyes seemed to have a feral tint of red as it snapped at him, almost roaring at him.
It was his she-wolf, alright. Evan's wolf had recognized the inhuman cry that had a trace of femininity, made familiar to him thanks to their last romp in the forest. Coupled with the memory of her scent from these woods and in the human place where they had met, Evan had no doubt they would be fatefully linked that night.
His massive growth between his legs pointed up, poking at her as she rested on top of him to establish her dominance. In turn, she was not amused. She held up a furred hand over his head, against the moonlight, which reflected in her sharp claws. With one swift action, her hand swung toward his face, her claws digging underneath his fur and tearing flesh from his cheek.
Evan howled in pain, tasting a bit of his own blood as it flew across his lips. He wanted to resist, but he felt the weight of his she-wolf press him down against the earth even harder. His hands pushed against the soil so he could lift his body, but his rival for control would not relent. She pinned his arms down with her hands and pressed her furry snout down to his cheek, where she had drawn blood. Her hot werewolf tongue ran along the grain of his fur, against the bloodied claw marks, to taste him. The wounds stung, but it brought a wave of arousal his wolf had not anticipated. His own animal was straightforward in its lust for mating. This she-wolf had more playful desires in mind.
Her snout ran down his hairy chest and below where his manhood awaited. It was red and swollen by arousal as the she-wolf gave it a sniff before running her snout down the shaft, pressing it with heat and moisture that excited Evan's wolf.
"AAAAARRRROooooOOOOOO!"
Evan howled happily as she played with him. All his wolf could do was dig his claws into her shoulders and pretend to control her movements. In the end, however, she was in full domination, letting her sharp teeth graze against his manhood whenever he gave any hint of resistance.
He rushed toward orgasm, abandoning the human conceit that patience was a virtue. When he could, he exploded all over her tongue and inside of her mouth, sending waves of spunk in any direction his member was pointed. His loudest and most excited howl was saved for the release, permeating the air with the rank scent of mating that could only be produced by two werewolves.
The she-wolf, in turn, howled upon tasting him. Her head cocked up toward the moon and she sang contentedly, if not happily. He knew she was not happy with what he had done to her.
Predictably, Evan began to shrink. The wolf, exhausted from the flight into the forest and from the furious lovemaking, slipped back into him, if only for a time. Fur receded or fell away, muscles became smaller, and a psyche torn by instinct and hunger began to reassert itself as the human returned. He looked over, and was sure that the woman was returning as well. So as she did, and before she could get away, he leaped over from his crouched position on the ground and pounced on her.
"N-no!" she snarled as she continued to revert back.
"I w-w-won't hurt you, I prrr-omise!" Evan said.
The woman thrashed about, convinced that it was already too late for pain. By now, she was underneath Evan, fully transformed back to her ordinary self. At least for a few moments before the wolf awoke.
"I hate this!" she cried, "I tried to get away, you know? You disgust me, and all I want is to get away from you!"
"Then why didn't you stay away?" Evan listened to his own voice. It was human once again, though he could feel the wolf stirring inside of him. The moon still shone brightly, but the air had a distinct chill he didn't feel before. The werewolf would sleep for a while, or it would return as quickly as it was knocked down. He didn't know yet.
The woman turned away. There was shame in her face. "I killed a rabbit. Ate it. Then another. Then another! They were too small, so I found a deer and I killed it too." She licked her lips. "I ate something else too, but, oh god! I don't remember what."
"I know what that's like," Evan said.
Her narrowed eyes turned from shame to anger in an instant, and she pushed his naked body off him. He backed up against a tree, and still she lunged toward him, banging the bottom of her fists against his knees, his head, and then his chest. Wherever her fists landed, she wouldn't stop.
"I can't live like this!" she screamed, "I don't know what to do!"
"Stop it!" Finally, he grabbed hold of her wrists to keep them in place. What an emotional wreck she was. Even when he was turned, Evan didn't react in such a panic. Fear and dread, yes, but not furious rage. But he never met his attacked. Perhaps their chance encounter simply made things worse for her.
"I told you, I'm Evan. Tell me your name."
"What good will it do?"
He had no answer. But they certainly couldn't go on just hating each other. Her scent was so attractive, and he wanted so badly for her to like him.
Evan felt her arms go slack against his hold.
"It's starting again," she said, "I can feel it. The wolf is coming back."
She gripped her stomach, and her eyes went wide with horror. She seemed to hate the transformation more than he did. His wolf wasn't returning just yet, but only he reached climax.
"Come closer," she said.
"B-but--"
"I'm not asking you to marry me, you idiot! Just come closer before I change again!"
Evan was still hesitant - some part of him was still a gentleman - and much of the arousal was gone. But if this was how he could help her, then he had no choice. He leaned in, and her hands pressed against his face. They were warm, becoming warmer still. She looked at him with part contempt and part resignation.
"I just want to feel good."
She drew closer, and her lips touched his. Tongues rolled around with a bit of hesitation on Evan's part, especially after he tasted traces of what had to have been him lingering in her mouth. Her hands moved down his back, and she pulled him on top of her as she lay on the cool grass. He felt his chest press against hers, and already there were strands of hair that began to sprout from her skin and tickle his chest.
"Quickly, please."
It was only a matter of guiding his shaft to where she needed it. It was moist and provided little resistance as he slid into her. Her insides were burning with the heat of the werewolf, just beginning to realize it had been beaten back.
He was inexperienced, to say the least, and her mouth made his member exhausted. The werewolf inside of him knew exactly what to do, but it was not awake. All he knew how to do was to rock back and forth against her body, pushing in and pulling out to create friction. If she moaned in pleasure, then it was because she liked it, and he was doing the right thing.
"Yes, t-that's it," she said as a growl subtly returned to her voice. When he looked into her eyes, he could see a bit of a yellow tint, glowing brighter as her gaze fixed upward at the full moon. Her gaze had become distant, almost hypnotized. The moon was slowly changing her again.
More quickly he thrust, fixating on nothing but her scent. Even when human, there was a bit of the werewolf sense that focused on her. Raw and alluring, it tickled his nose in ways that pleased him, making him more capable of satisfying her as pressure built between his legs. She moaned more loudly as he continued, but the snarling became more present.
He looked down at her naked frame, and saw a thick line of fur running between her breasts and down her body. It spread outwards like an infection, threatening to envelop her skin.
"No, prr-please!" she begged, "I can-n't turn nn-ow!"
She held him more tightly, and her growing claws violently traced bloody lines down his back. Doing so only slowed Evan's thrusting as he recovered from the pain, so she knew to stop.
The thick patch of fur spread slowly, and in the places on her body that hadn't been overwhelmed by fur, a light, downy layer of hair began to peek from her skin. Her other wolfish features were slowly returning. Fangs, a blackened nose, pointed ears, glowing eyes. As fast as he rocked against her, she was changing even faster.
"Evan!" she cried, with a low, haunting echo making her voice inhuman, "Hur-rry!"
Now she began to convulse and thrash about uncontrollably as the werewolf began to take over. His wolf was beginning to awaken again, but he didn't want to be in the presence of a large, hulking animal when he himself was still human. Now he was pleasuring her to save himself. He moved more quickly, hoping he was not too late.
"The wolf is getting strrronger!" she said, "I'm g-going to--aaaaaarrrrroooOOOOO!"
A half-extended snout howled at the moon at the same time his manhood felt moist with hot, burning spunk that began to coat him. Her sex squeezed him as tightly as her arms did. She climaxed at the peak of her change, and he could feel how strong she had become thanks to the full moon bringing out her curse. Time would only tell if he had succeeded in time. He had to, because he felt his animal recede again, pleased by the aroma of mating that filled the forest that night.
The she-wolf continued thrashing, changing. But this time, it felt like she was changing back. She bared her teeth as her head tilted from side to side. They began to dull again, just as her snout shrank back into her face. Yet, her nose remained black, and the line of fur down her chest refused to fade into her skin, even as the rest of her hair along her body fell away.
Evan sat up, and looked down at her, as she changed into some half-wolf thing that he hadn't anticipated in the change before. Not a monstrous beast, but an approximation of the wolf-man from the very old movies. Light fur traced the outline of her face and chin, down her chest, only decorating the outside of her arms and the tops of her hands. Claws and fangs not as sharp as before, but sharp enough to look inhuman. Pointed ears stretched from above the hair on her head, and a dull yellow painted her eyes once the changes slowed to a halt.
The expression on her face was not one of hunger, or anger, or even despair. She was still not happy. But she was at peace for the moment.
"I'm okay now," she said, finally catching her breath. She looked at her partially transformed hands. "I think."
Evan didn't know what to say. He had suggested doing this when they met in the human place--the supermarket. But doing it now, and in such dire circumstances, he felt the experience was distasteful. It was pleasure for him, and then for her, but if they had to do it because they were forced to, it was no existence worth enduring. For once, Evan felt the disgust she had expressed moments before.
"I'm Kylie."
He looked at her. Her voice was a bit more tender now, more conciliatory, and he didn't know whether he deserved it yet.