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I decided trying a first-person type thing, which is something different that seemed like an interesting idea when it crossed my mind.

Below you have a first-person style story, which is a story that contains some consensual and some questionably-consensual activity between two male lovers. IF YOU DON'T want the backstory, and just want to go straight to the size-difference, forced, cum-laced goodness, just search for "My hand shook uncontrollably" and off you go. :3 Enjoy!

PS: Don't be too ruthless with your critiques please, I do try my best! LOL!

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I remember when I first discovered the truth about my Noah. We'd been in love for years, through good times and bad. We'd had plenty of disagreements between us both, moments of weakness when tempers flared, moments of misunderstandings padded tenderly with love and affection that always offered forgiveness and opportunities for new memories and falling even further in love. I guess you could say between him and I, we had some kind of brotherly love that would allow us to make fun of ourselves and each other and be goofy and weird together, as well as romantic passionate moments that regularly reminded me why I wanted to spend my life with him and that's exactly what I intended to do.

We had gotten engaged about six months prior to my finding out the truth. Before things changed for us and he couldn't really hide it from me anymore. I guess I'm already getting way ahead of myself, but there's just so much to remember... Let try this again from the very beginning.

Noah and I had crossed paths in a coffee shop, much like I imagine most people do. We weren't lounge lizards or bar rats or whatever you call those people that spend more time looking at the bottom of a whiskey glass among strangers. No, he and I were the best kind of introverts I could possibly imagine. I liked reading and playing on the computer, I had a deep love of playing music and I fell in love with every instrument I'd ever touched... I had f-hole hip tattoos... You know those holes you see between the strings of a violin? I had a tattoo just like that above my loins, and to further flaunt my wild side from when I was a bit younger I had claw marks across my sides up above the hips. But no one ever saw those things about me these days, no. That was someone I no longer was. Now they just saw this unassuming boy with short dirty blond hair and a smile... And Noah was the just about same with that unassuming and charming boy next door look. Besides his being achingly handsome, without a tattoo or piercing on him he was generally unassuming. He preferred to keep himself that way, as part of his general preference to stay in the background and observe people and situations. People went so far to ask us if we were brothers occasionally, and that only amused us further.

The day we met, I gave that handsome man the brightest smile of my entire life and he gave one right back... Love at first sight I guess you could call it, and the person I'd come to know would be so unlike I'd imagined. He wouldn't be any clean-cut Wall Street type, not in the least. My Noah was the fish guts and a pickup truck type, and for some reason that mystique of a person I was so unused to work such a number on me... The way he could be so incredibly intelligent and have a memory so sharp he could tell me what I ate on this same day last month. That was my Noah. He never would forget a single thing about me.

I asked him to marry me as fate would have it. It wouldn't be the princess fairytale I'd always convinced myself my engagement would be like, but then again I wasn't the princess I thought I'd be though Noah would certainly be my prince charming. The way he'd open every door for me, the way he'd touch me so very tenderly, the way he never let me forget just how loved I was. He was incredible... The kind of incredible they write books and make movies about, and he was mine once he'd said yes to my proposal. I hadn't even a ring, just a notion that my life was better with him in it and I couldn't wait even a moment if it meant there was a miniscule chance if any at all, that I might not get the chance to do so in the future.

Next thing I knew, our paths had explosively merged into one, and now every single morning I would wake up to that handsome face and every night I'd go to bed wrapped up in those powerful protective arms. Every day was like a fairytale, and much like a fairytale it wasn't real.

Noah was hiding something from me. Noah was hiding the truth from me. Noah was hiding himself from me.

On the night of June 23rd, 2013... My life would change, forever. I would never be able to look at Noah the same way. This is my best attempt at retelling what transpired that evening.

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This particular evening, we sat across from one another. I was sipping a hot tea he'd made for me; it was getting late so it'd have no caffeine in it, just a dash of sweetener. I think it may have been Earl Gray, but honestly the type completely eludes me... Another small detail I'd have to ask Noah about, for an absolutely certain answer. He reached out for my hand after I'd told him about my work day, like he was consoling me. His face had such a soft and loving expression, and I saw fear in his face. I can't express to you what it felt like, for this perfect and most loving man to have such a heart wrenching expression on his face.

"Liam..." he called to me, forcing my eyes to linger on his "...There's something I have to tell you" and just the very tone of his and the content of his statement made my blood run cold in a way I cannot possibly describe.

"What...? What is it?" I returned my voice almost raspy in a broken whisper. I knew there was only one thing this could be, and there was no way we were going to come out of this the same way we'd entered.

"Liam... I've not been very honest with you, about myself... I've hid something from you, for a very... Very long time..." and his voice warbled in that way that lets you know without doubt, the person is on the very edge of tears and I could see it well up in his eyes. Now I was sure, I was sure this was everything I begged god for it to not be. It was the one thing that could destroy this one good thing in my life. He was my one good thing. "I don't know how to tell you this..." he paused, each fragmented thought coming out slower and slower until his lips started to move without any words as his mind scrambled to find the words he was desperately looking for. "I never kept this from you to hurt you... I would never hurt you..." he stammered and my heart stopped, and the blood that had just a moment ago ran cold was now so hot it boiled in my veins.

How fucking dare, a person claim the things he has to me in our life together... Now sit across from me, unfaithful, and tell me it wasn't meant to hurt? What was it meant to do exactly? Amuse me?

The thought made my lips grow taunt and curl, and I shook struggling to contain my raging anger and desire to strike him so he can feel the magnitude of my heart at that moment and instead I simply stood up.

As I stood, the tears fell down his cheeks and as much as I wanted to grab him and show him it's okay... I knew it wasn't. Nothing was okay, nothing would be okay, and nothing could ever be okay.

"Liam, please! Just let me explain... Please!" he nearly barked at me, a hint of anger even as the tears fell and I couldn't take it anymore. What he was doing to us, our life together. What he was doing to me after all of the years I had given, and intended to give. I'd given him all of myself. Every last part of me had belonged to him and was at his disposal "I... regret you so much, right now." I said. My mouth completely dry and my teeth clenched as I'd whispered out the vilest words I could even possibly process right now. He reached up to grab my hand to stop me, and I gave him the most intensely hate-filled expression I could imagine having ever given and just growled out a "Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." With every single word annunciated sharply emphasizing the absolute seriousness the statement was made with. He let go, almost curling back away from me fearfully. My message had obviously been received, and for only a split moment I was glad he could feel what I felt. And with that I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to our bedroom which I promptly locked behind me.

Noah wouldn't come to bed that night, he wouldn't even attempt to. No sound at the stairs from him, he never came to get his charger, I'd never hear the front or back door open, and his truck still sat in the driveway. It had passed when we'd usually eat, and I was growing hungry. The sun had set, and had started to dip down. I could hear him in the basement working on his radios as he often did. Noah did loved radios, old ones and new ones alike. In an oddly charming display of masculinity, he'd taken the basement of our new home over as his own workspace. A place for all of his tools, a place for all of his radio equipment, a place to work on things that need fixing, and even the yard tools like the mower were tucked away in a room down there. It was an older home, one you might expect for the Midwest. Big cold walls made of solid cement blocks and steel bars... We called the house our castle, because its construction due to its age wasn't terribly unlike one truly. And now I could hear him down there making a fair bit of noise. He was probably trying to keep himself busy to avoid bothering me and angering me further. My heart sank, even know he was being thoughtful... And as quickly as the thought had been had, I couldn't help but wonder why someone so thoughtful and loving and kind could have done such a thing and the tension in my jaw and neck and back would all start up again. I was so mind numbingly furious I couldn't even stand it and I was never going to resolve this by hiding in the bedroom.

"Fine!" I exclaimed dramatically, if only to my logical mind as the emotional half did it's best to pollute and cloud my better and more logical judgment. The bedroom door opened and so I went, back down to get the answers I felt I absolutely deserved. I had given everything I had to give, and still it wasn't enough and I had to know why. I returned to the kitchen and found a note written by Noah, waiting for me where I had been sitting. Of course he was thoughtful enough to leave such a note where I typically sat, specifically. That was my Noah.

"Darling Liam,

I'm so sorry for not telling you the truth before. I realize it was my own weakness, and that I trust you with all of the best and worst parts of me and I never have anything to fear from you. I understand why you are upset with me and of course you have every right to be, and for that I can only hope one day I may be forgiven. Until then, I will earn it.

Please don't go into the basement my love, and please ignore the noises. I don't want to inconvenience you or run any risk of hurting you further. I will be taking care of this for us, so you have nothing to worry.

Forever and Always,

~Yours"

That was my Noah...

My god that was my ever loving and romantic Noah...

They write books about men like you, Baby.

And like the weight of a car crashing down upon me, I had realized, I very well may be reading my soul mate's suicide letter. He wouldn't be the type, I would have always thought. His family has a history of depression, but he took a mild medication and we always spoke about our problems... Maybe this was too much, maybe I pushed him. Maybe the risk of my leaving him...

I muted a whimper with a hand over my mouth as tears fell and I heard it... I heard the sound that marked the beginning of the rest of my life. I heard loud crashing sound, and a vibration like something fell, and I heard the most animalistic mourning sound from deep in the bowels of the basement he lovingly called his 'shop'.

My heart sank to a new low... I had very likely heard, felt, and in a moment would see the love of my life who had taken his own life and the risk of that being the case, would fall on my shoulders.

Please god, if there is such a person place or thing, please just let him be okay.

I'll do anything, as long as he's okay.

My hand shook uncontrollably as I opened the door, struggling to get the old heavy door to budge from the warped old wood door frame it was hung in. The metal of the doorknob rattled in my hand and all I could hear was my own heartbeat strumming along loudly. I could feel my stomach at the back of my throat, terrified with what I was about to discover but I pushed myself forward. Slowly ascending down the creaky stairs that bowed slightly as I stepped, showing their age. There was a light on, faint and in the corner where he often worked near a wooden bench a previous owner had likely built and left there. The exposed bulb hung idly, throwing shadows throughout the large basement and the moonlight offered nothing more through the small windows scattered around the cavernous room. I stepped lightly, as if I might be heard by an assailant while I looked for Noah, knowing he had to be down here... Somewhere down here. I looked through a small window leading through the basement to the garage and saw nothing but inky blackness, and continued walking around the room. A wall broke up the middle of the room, a dart board on one side and some shelves on the other. As I made my way, something... Came into view. I wasn't sure what it was, or perhaps my mind wasn't ready to grasp the gravity of what I was looking at.

There was a monster there, a monstrous creature. I could only gather short small glimpses from the light bulb in the distance as it moved, making my eyes squint to gather more information, and the outline of it became more visible along with the sounds it made. A silhouette of a massive creature, arms hoisted up at each side, it just didn't make sense... I didn't comprehend what I was looking at. "Noah...?" I inquired in an uneven, warbling voice. I heard nothing in response, which encouraged me to find another light. I flipped the nearby switch, the garage light flickering a moment before coming on with a hum and through the small window it cast more broken light into the musty basement and that's when I really saw it. That's when I finally understood what I was looking at. Kneeling before me, was what appeared to be a monsterous wolf. A werewolf? A hulking frame with arms chained up, spread wide while it kneeled. That absurdly broad muscular fur-covered chest heaving with soft panting breaths, and with a grunt-like growl I could see it's glowing yellow eyes catch the light as it looked directly at me. It's gaze was overwhelming, making me uncomfortable with the depth it could seemingly touch my mind and I shivered before it growled wildly and snarled viciously. Snapping teeth coming forward, thrashing in the chains it was bound as it shuffled before settling back down once more with those strained breaths and then a howl... A mournful, pleading, desperate, sad howl emanated from it, and I know my words still don't do the sound justice I heard that night. I jumped at first, scared for my safety as it thrashed but once it settled and I knew it was restrained, I felt a sense of cockiness I'm not proud of... But the howl it made, sounded so pitiful and hurt my heart felt a tug for the creature. "Noah!?" I called out with my head to the side despite keeping my eyes locked, my mind racing but not having forgotten my purpose. The creature, the wolf, just looked at me and sighed lowly before dropping its head causing me more of that guilt. It was hard to feel bad for it given its size, the thing's ears grazed the roof and it was on its knees for heaven's sakes! It was obvious that if not for the restraints I'd be in considerable harm, and I'd suddenly thanked myself for always encouraging Noah's tendency to prepare for absolutely everything... I could still see his "How to survive a zombie apocalypse" book over on his work bench, but I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind. "Noah!" I called again, listening, hearing only the loud panting and rumbling growls coming from the lycan now staring at me who only moments had been snapping its teeth at me. For the record, those white fanged teeth looked amply sized to take whole limbs from my body if the opportunity were to strike, so I had no intentions of offering any reprieve for the creature, regardless of how sympathetic I felt for it. Then another howl came the creature, this time louder and even more pleading than before and it had then finally dawned on me who and what I was looking at.

How incredibly stupid of me I thought, so naïve and useless. Only now would I finally come to realize I was staring into the glowing gold eyes of my Noah. This was the secret he was trying to tell me, this was the thing he kept from me. This was the thing he was ashamed of, that he had to protect me from. My eyes welled up, and then overflowed cascading down my cheeks messily. "Noah what'd you do..." I whimpered wiping my face while trying to grasp what to do from here. What this meant for him, for us, for our life together. I needed to know how to save him, how to help him, how to be what he deserved. I could see a birthmark, even through the thick fur of the lycan I could see a small discolored trail from a surgery he'd had before we'd ever met. This was him, I was sure of it, and the look in his eyes... Noah's expression remained so apologetic and yet so very wild. I moved closer, ever-so while I tried to get a better look at him. He was nude, clothes neatly folded over on his bench... Noah knew this was coming... How many years had he spent this way, and how did he even get himself in and out of these restraints each day? There were so many questions in my head but my thoughts trailed as I looked him over. Every single inch of his body, covered in that incredibly thick fur, it looked so soft but I was scared to get close enough to touch him, and his body was absolutely packed with muscle and given his size there was certainly plenty of room for it. His hand, or paw as it where, would have easily totally eclipsed my head and his ears grazed the joists of the room above us. And then I saw his arousal, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It was as monstrous and massive as the rest of him, unbelievably sized just like the massive balls that hung below it. It was canine in design, tapered tip and an early knot all of which pulsed so angrily it jutted out from him at a mere sixty degree angle from that flexing stomach.

"Noah..." I warbled out "...Noah I don't know what to do..." I stated while tears continued to fall from my cheeks. I wanted so badly to help him out of this "...I still love you..." I reaffirmed. If not for him, I reminded him for my own benefit "I'll always love you". Despite my own better judgment, an unsteady hand of mine began to reach out as if with a mind of its own, edging closer to the wolf's face. My hand would slowly make its way closer and closer to the massive square, lycan muzzle. I started maybe 20 feet away, then 10, then 5. Without warning the lycan snapped, jetting his head forward with open muzzle flashing incredibly sharp teeth and I jumped back frightened as it's teeth snapped and it growled furiously. Thrashing once more, the lycan made dust fall from the wall and things upstairs to rattle all while it snapped it's teeth a few more times defiantly. It was visibly agitated, it's lips curled ferociously. It looked like it wanted to kill me, but my sympathy for my lover wouldn't wane. I stood still, waiting for it to calm down. Noah would finally ease, though that angry and pleading cock continued to jump as it throbbed as viciously as the wolf had just appeared. Something in my mind switched, telling me I needed to help it. Needed to pleasure it, help it blow off steam and maybe calm it down that way. Maybe that's what all the fuss was about and maybe that's what it needed? The thought rattled around in my brain a while as I stood there, it looking at me and me looking back at it. The thought was arousing to me I'll admit, my pants growing tight at the thought of offering such relief to my distressed lycan partner... I'd say I'm ashamed of myself, but then again I'd be lying and I'm many things but a liar has never been one of them.

"Alright Noah... Alright..." I exclaimed softly, almost whispering as I thought out loud. Kneeling down a little, I tried to get closer. Shuffling on the floor, keeping my body low enough that I couldn't be reached by it's sharp teeth if it got angry at my presence again, but it's disposition held. Before I knew it, I was wrapping one of my hands around the incredibly hot pulsing flesh. First one hand, then the other, both never meeting around the shaft if that gives you some sense of scale of this massive beast. It throbbed even more at my touch, the lycan's breath quickening just a bit as I worked it's shaft with both my hands, doing my best to offer some sense of pleasure. Surely I couldn't possibly adequate service this male, but I loved him and I damn well was going to try. ...The increasing strain inside my pants ensured I wasn't hating what I was doing, and before long thick incessant jets of pre were coating my hands slickening the strokes I was giving him. It was grunting and growling, but not the same growling it had been doing before, much like the snarl it had on its face but still it didn't look angry. It all seemed demanding, if I had to describe what I experienced. The sounds and the expression, demanding I continue what I was doing and continue I did. My mouth eventually going down to let me suckle on the sputtering tip of its massive cock and I could feel his hips shake from the pleasure and strain of them being jutted so far forward trying to give me every inch to play with. He wanted it bad, his entire body straining pleadingly for me to just continue a moment longer and then one moment longer after the last. One of my hands moved down, moving under his balls, just to feel his weight. My body was so small comparatively, I could do nothing more than shift their weight as I stroked and suckled on that jerking leaking wolf cock. His balls were massive, and absolutely full. Even swollen feeling, though I was certainly no expert on the subject at the time, but my god were they large. I return to giving my full undivided attention to his cock while I think about the size of those orbs, each on larger than my head and the smell of it all. It was almost unbearable, but it smelled so much like my Noah. Smelled like his sex, like his lust, and I wanted it. I wanted more and more of that pleasured scent from him, just like I always did.

Something changed as I remained there, kneeling as I served his cock which was at eye level as he remained stuck in that kneeling pose. What started out as complete terror, shifted into desire that built more and more in me. I could fit little if any more than his tip in my mouth due to it's sheer size, but that still left a torrent pumping down my gullet until my stomach felt full and hot with his pleasure which made my body ache exceedingly for him. My need for him was growing, and at some point I'd started playing with my cock while stroking his cock. His hips jerked suddenly, forcing my mouth open wider and cramming him down my throat and I choked from the sudden unforgiving intrusion. My god my throat hurt from it, sputtering out as I coughed and hacked and his cock just jerked on all the while as I worked to regain my breath. He was so unbearably desperate for pleasure, and I needed to give it to him. And to say I didn't want him, would be a downright lie.

It felt like it had been hours already, but I'm sure it couldn't have been. The room filled with the sounds of his grunting, growling pleasure and the scent of his musky pleasure too. I touched my cock, feeling it so painfully hard and wanting him just as badly, so I decided I'd do it. Unzipping my pants further and moving to stand, I'd kick them off until my bare ass was exposed to the cool but growing warmer air of the room. His hips lurched forward and I could hear his breath struggle, knowing what I was doing and wanting it desperately. I didn't know how the hell I was going to fit that massive tool in me, but I'd do it for him. I'd do anything for him, he deserved that. I gripped his stiff cock, somewhat angling it towards me as I stood and him stuck in that kneeling pose still. I felt it line up with my ass, tapered tip making sure he hit home and within seconds that jerking tip was flooding my passage with his pre without him even entering me yet. I stayed there a while, just trying to comprehend it's absurd size. It felt like a searing hot boulder pressed against my entrance, unimaginably obscenely thick and I eased back somewhat adding pressure. I was trying hard, doing my best. More and more of it's pre inside me, each rope of pre alone vastly out measuring any ordinary man's entire year worth of cum and I could feel it collecting in me making me feel full already. I was close to giving up, no reasonable way for me to get something of this size inside of me, not without causing considerable harm to myself and possibly him in the process, but my god he felt good. The heat of his body radiating against mine, his balls pushing against my lower thighs in their obscene size and with a sudden unforgiving thrust of his hips, he'd forcefully hilted most of himself in me with sheer force.

My sight blurred and my muzzle opened to scream but he'd knocked the wind out of me, nothing more than the cascade of pained tears running down my face and I was frozen in position with my glassy leaking eyes staring off blankly gasping for air that refused to come. Finally my chest relented and I gasped wildly, groaning as I took in air and my arms reached out for his thighs behind me to brace me to some degree. I could feel his knot against my ass, so much bigger than what he'd already forced inside me but that too was ludicrous. I could see it lewdly distending out the taunt flesh of my belly from it's size and the view and sensation was enough to throw me into a sudden involuntary climax. The size of the lycan made it hurt to move. Hurt to take him out, hurt to move further down, everything ached from the abuse of his sudden entry and now my body was cumming harshly from the mind numbing feeling of it all. My cum cascading down between my legs sloppily making my insides spasm down on that absolutely massive dick, and still I could feel each jerk of his cock inside me enjoying the depth it'd obtained and giving massive ropes of pre so incredibly deep in my core. The slick fluid began dripping down my taint to my balls where it'd fall to the floor to join cum I'd left there. His pre soon eclipsing my release by far, but clearly everything happening just wasn't enough for him. His hips jerk somewhat, trying to stroke my walls and as soon as he'd lost any depth I'd ease forward to deny him having it back. He growled, growing displeased by my refusal and soon his jerking hips while repeating the process had slowly worked his cock out of me albeit two orgasms of mine later. I fell to the floor on my knees, my ass hurt so bad I couldn't force myself to stand again, just staying there with my decimated pre-dripping opening right in the lycan's face and clearly, that just wasn't acceptable to him.

He growled wildly, snapping, growing angry as his cock pulsed still leaking thick strands of pre. He'd jerk again and again, pulling at the chains that bound him making loud bangs of the huge chains going taunt before repeating the processes. Again, and again, and again he'd make those loud bangs of the wall causing dust and little pieces of mortar between the bricks to fall and the wall refused him just like I had, until it didn't anymore. With a sudden jerk, a crash of dense bricks was heard falling to the ground as he'd ripped them out of the wall along with the anchor the chain was linked to where it was resting behind them. The lycan looked at me, as if in shock over his own success as I looked over my shoulder, and he'd use both arms on the remaining chain making it too come undone quickly. I hadn't even enough time to get up before he was on top of me, claws sinking into my hips while his cock did the same and I wasn't prepared for the treatment he gave me. Growling viciously and biting at my neck as he bred me viciously, rutting his cock into my victoriously with full force and each time he'd bottom out against my stomach where it rested on the floor and caused my innards to shift to accept him. He'd find the maximum depth of my body before forcing it to yield and give more to him, sudden new depths gained and startling us both and yet my body didn't break. Offering him what he wanted, what he demanded of me. All while tears fell from the pain-racked pleasure of it all. He was ripping orgasms from my body without my control as he thrusted wildly into me, his knot crashing against me in vicious careless thrusts concentrating on breeding me fully just like he'd been pleading to do.

This was what he was trying to save me from, I'd realized. This was the monster he was trying to save me from. And while I understood, and sympathized, I couldn't deny the continuous orgasms he was forcing out of my body. I was clawing at the floor, leaving marks on the poured cement though they surely paled compared to the claw marks he too would be leaving from his footpaws helping give him leverage in thrusting more forcefully into my body. His teeth sank into my body, but he didn't rip at my flesh. He wasn't hurting me, he was marking me. He was tasting me and enjoying me, I'd realize, that too causing pleasure to course through me as violently as his thrusting and more cum would be worked from my body and smeared between myself and the floor to join his torrent of flowing pre that had run out of places to go. The grip he kept on me forced my back to arch, forced me to stay still instead of fighting and squirming and trying to get away, made my mind go blank and me to just lay there and take the vicious mating I had deserved and I was convinced I had indeed. I had accepted him at his best, and I accepted him now too at his worst. His massive balls swatting at my thighs and my own orgasm had long-since stopped. I had run dry of cum to give and my body would occasionally just climax to keep me there, and he'd tighten his grip on my neck and renew his vigor as his thrusts grew ragged and hurried.

His hips would finally connect with my ass before I'd fully realized what he'd done. Then the wave of pain hit me, and I could feel him hilted fully inside me. He'd tied me, his knot so obscenely sized it'd locked on the far side of my hips forcing my body to let him remain as long as he could possibly desire. And while the pain would leave me breathless and would cause darkness to hint at the edges of my vision, it was what I felt next that changed my mind about everything.

I felt unbelievable sprays of his potent seed inside me, forceful and unbelievably thick as it flooded inside me and his knot kept it there searching deeper and deeper for a place to remain. I couldn't stand the feeling, how pleasure it felt to feel so full from him and still he gave me more. It went on and on like that, the unbelievably outline of his fat hilted cock would slowly lose it's clear outline as my belly would distend from the cum he'd breed into me. His hips shifting, though otherwise still, ensuring that depth he surely had gained while more and more pumped into me. It hurt, how full I was, but it was a kind of hurt that brought me pleasure somehow. My cock jumping still, orgasming but nothing left to give but orgasming no less. His teeth eased, slowly but surely, until he'd remain lapping at my neck. Noah nursing where I could feel my hot blood dripping from me until it stopped. Still, the flow never ebbed. More and more and more, I couldn't stand the pleasure of it, closing my eyes tightly and gasping as I was kept there. It went on like that for what seemed to be many, many hours. Exhausted had gotten the better of me, that darkness creeping at the corners of my vision slowly getting darker and darker until I'd slipped into unconsciousness with my lycan pressed firmly atop me pumping more and more into me.

I woke up to sunlight in my face, making me chuckle as I'd realized the dream I had. I could hear Noah coming up the stairs from what smelled to be the kitchen, based on the scent of bacon on the air. He was carrying a tray and I smiled and he beamed lovingly right back at me. "I wanted to say sorry for last night..." he cooed sweetly "I..." he stammered for words. He never was fantastic with words, but my god he never failed to show me I was loved. "I know Sweetheart, I know. I forgive you. Either way my love... I love you, it's done with, and that's that." I offered him a reprieve. Looking up at him, thinking about how handsome he looked in the early light of the day. I started to sit up to eat the breakfast he'd brought me "I had the craziest dream I..." I started with a chuckle until my eyes widened and he'd set the tray down to my side. "Well, that's what I wanted to apologize for." he notes as I look down at my still ludicrously over-burdened stomach while I've suddenly become aware of how sore my body still very much was. He moves a hand to stroke over the taunt flesh of my belly and he's beaming like you wouldn't believe incredibly proud of his handy work "I know this is all a bit much... But I wanted to explain to you that I'm a very special kind of shapeshifter, and we can reproduce with male or female. That's why I've always tried to avoid exposing you to all of... This. I thought you wouldn't want to... You know..." he informs me while smiling that loving, cocky smile at me he knows makes me melt.

"Wait... Wait, what!?" I answered.

It's been an interesting couple of years since then.