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There wasn't much that could match the sheer power of a werewolf, or so Revel thought. He was nursing a drink in one of the lesser-known bars of his home town. It was one of the few places that you could run into a werewolf properly. Most people avoided them, especially if they were transformed, acting as though they were a plague on society or something. Someone known to be a werewolf was basically a leper in this town, though there were supposed to be more accepting places.

Most of the myths and legends surrounding werewolves were nothing but fantasy. Werewolves could transform at will, though it was easier at night and the compulsion to change grew with the moon. It was still possible to resist though, and most weren't any more violent than the average person. When they transformed, they remained completely self-aware, if a little bit more driven by instinct. As for the contagious bit, that was roughly true. A bite from a werewolf could transform the bitten, but only when the werewolf wanted it to.

The weird paradox of the transformation meant that most werewolves were oddly more comfortable walking around in beast-form. It was almost impossible to link their wolf and human appearances, so they could be more comfortable without the urge to transform constantly weighing on them. That was why Revel was in the bar in the first place: it was one of the few places that didn't turn away a transformed werewolf.

There were only two in the bar at the moment, a male wolf over in the corner alone, and a female wolf with a group of friends at the bar itself, giving growling laughs and chatting animatedly. Revel's interest was for a single reason: he wanted to become a werewolf just like them. It was a rare thing to want, perhaps because of fears of becoming a monster or the social stigma, which is why it was hard to find someone to transform him. But just the thought of being like that...having all that power and muscle and grace, silky fur and sharp senses... He couldn't imagine anyone *not* wanting it.

He didn't really know what to do or how to find the right werewolf to give him a little nip. He would have preferred the female wolf -- she was more his speed -- but she was in a group and a lot harder to approach. The lone male however...that was more of an option. So he'd ordered a drink to bolster his courage, and waited for the 'right' moment to act.

Revel didn't really know what the right moment was, but as he drained the last few drops from his glass, he set it down and rose before he could second-guess himself. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to quell the rising anxiety in his chest and started forwards, walking determinedly towards the table where the wolf sat.

At the human's approach, the werewolf eyes flicked up warily to watch him come closer, Revel taking a seat at the table before he could think to stop himself. The werewolf just stared at him for a few moments, lip curling up a little as though just beginning to growl. His brows furrowed as well, eyes getting darker. "You've got the wrong table," the wolf said pointedly. "You should sit somewhere else."

"U-um..." Revel stammered, not really knowing what to say. Now that the werewolf was in front of him, he couldn't get the words out. Honestly, he hadn't expected to make it this far. "I..."

The wolf shrugged and moved to stand, taking his drink with him. He'd only gotten to his feet when Revel finally managed to speak up. "Wait, don't go!" he said in a rather strangled voice. "I...need to speak to you."

The wolf raised an eyebrow but didn't move to sit down, just waiting for Revel to say what he wanted. "Well?"

Revel took a deep breath, not really knowing how to phrase what he wanted to say. It had all seemed much easier than this in his head, but now that he actually had to speak it aloud, nothing would come. Taking another breath, he decided to be blunt and direct. "I want to be bitten and turned," Revel said, almost too quietly to be heard in the noisy bar.

That managed to throw the werewolf, a brief expression of surprise passing over his muzzle as his eyes twitched, only just catching the words in the background babble. The wolf paused and then sat back down smoothly, golden-brown eyes staring at Revel intently, searchingly. "Say again?" he said, wanting to be sure of what he'd heard.

"I want to be bitten and turned," Revel said again, the words coming out in an anxious hiss that were still very quiet. The thought of someone else hearing his request sent chills down his spine; this wasn't something one just asked.

"That's what I thought you said," the wolf said, sitting back a little and pondering the words for a few seconds, rubbing his chin. "That's certainly a very...rare request. Normally when twinks like you come up to me, you're just looking to be fucked."

A heavy blush reddened Revel's face at the words and he squirmed in his seat. "N-No! That's not what I want..." Truth is, he might have done that if he'd been braver and hadn't wanted to be made into a werewolf instead. It had been almost impossible to get *this* far though, nevermind anything that had to do with sex.

The werewolf saw and noted the hesitation, giving a little derisive snort. "Exactly," he said, then extended a clawed hand. "My name is Erik, if you were wondering. You should at least know that before we continue, if you really want what you said."

Revel shook the offered hand automatically, feeling his stomach lurch at the werewolf's words. "Wait...so you'll do it?" His heart seemed to be soaring all of a sudden.

Erik tapped his claws on the table in a quick, drumming pattern, the *clacks* sounding clearly through the bar din. "Well, after we talk for a while. This isn't something that just...happens. Do you know anything about werewolves? About packs?" When Revel shook his head, Erik sighed and continued, "When you're bitten, you generally join my pack. Which means that it's a...relationship, of sorts. Depends on the member of the pack, but among the male members it's like a brotherhood, I suppose.

"If I were to turn you, you would probably become part of the pack, unless you are banished or join another. So I must be sure of your...let's say character. Understand?"

"I...I do," Revel said slowly. He didn't have a lot of friends, or any really. This was beginning to seem even better than he had hoped. The idea of joining a pack, and how Erik made it sound, was only making him thirst more for the transformation.

"Then let's talk," Erik said, sitting back in the chair and folding his arms. "First, tell me why you want to be a werewolf."

It took Revel a few tries to get the words out, but once he started he found it difficult to hold back. It was almost like a confession, a weight lifting from his shoulders as he explained all of the thoughts and dreams and idle fantasies about becoming part-wolf. Erik kept asking questions, about Revel, about his life and family and a dozen other topics. It seemed almost like a job interview, or a date with a very demanding and nosey partner. But Revel didn't want to sabotage what could be his only chance for a bite, and so he answered everything as fully and honestly as he could, trying to read Erik's face to see if the answers were the ones that the wolf was looking for. Maybe it was the muzzle, but the werewolf's face remained inscrutable.

After almost an hour of talking, during which time he ordered Revel another drink, Erik seemed to be done asking questions. He remained silent, still tapping his fingers as he considered and thought things over. Revel took a sip from his drink, which had warmed to room temperature, to soothe his sore throat. It was a rare occasion when he spoke so much and for so long. When Erik still didn't speak, he downed the rest of the alcohol, coughing a little as a few drops went down the wrong pipe.

The silence seemed to stretch on and on, becoming practically unbearable. Revel had only just opened his mouth when Erik looked up at him, and the human shut his mouth quickly. "Hmm," Erik said, rubbing his muzzle again. "Alright, I'll do it. I'll give you a bite. Been a while since this has happened, and our pack is down a member anyway. You can fill that role, so to speak. I think you'll be a good fit, in fact."

Revel could hardly believe his ears and his heart seemed to be beating abnormally fast considering he was still sitting down. "Y-You will?" he said, stammering again out of nervousness. "Why?"

Erik stood. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," he said, gulping down the dregs of his own drink. "Come on."

"Right now?" Revel was thrown. Hearing the offer was one thing, but having it happen tonight was something else entirely.

"You're the one that came to me," Erik said, crossing his furred arms. "We do this my way, or not at all. Got it?"

Revel flushed a little bit, but he bobbed his head in a quick nod. "Fine, okay," he said quietly.

Erik nodded at the agreement and threw a few crumpled notes onto the table as payment for the drinks, before leading the way out of the bar. Revel followed close behind, feeling rather numb and dissociated. It was a rush to be sure, but it almost didn't feel real to him. Something that he'd wanted for a long time was about to be granted, a dream come true, but he was having a hard time accepting that it was really happening.

The werewolf led him out to a regular-looking car in the carpark. It was certainly nicer than the banged-up rustbucket that Revel drove but other than being well-maintained, it was ordinary. "Y-you want me to come in yours?" Revel said uncertainly as Erik opened the passenger door and motioned for him to get in.

"We'll come back for yours later," the wolf said, motioning more firmly for Revel to get into the car. "Don't want to risk you getting lost or getting scared at the last second, do we?"

"Guess not," Revel murmured, slipping into the car and buckling the seatbelt around himself with hands that were shaking gently. Once the buckle clicked, he kept them clasped tightly in his lap, staring straight ahead and breathing slowly and steadily.

Erik slid into the driver's seat, seeming far more at ease than Revel, starting up the car and pulling out of the parking spot smoothly. Revel found himself wondering how comfortable it was for the wolf to sit with that tail, but the werewolf didn't seem concerned and Revel wasn't brave enough to ask. Anyway, he'd figure it out for himself soon enough.

Too distracted and preoccupied with his thoughts to pay attention to where they were going, Revel quickly losing track of all of the turns that Erik took until he looked up and found himself in a rather unfamiliar part of town. It'd only been ten or fifteen minutes since they'd left the bar when Erik pulled into a rather high-end apartment block, parking right in front of it. "This is us," he said, getting out.

Revel followed suit, now rather curious. He'd talked a lot about himself, but had gotten very little in return from the werewolf. Erik had kept everything personal about himself close to his chest, but for some reason, Revel hadn't expected him to be well-off, maybe even rich. But there was little doubt that the wolf was as he opened the front gate with a code, motioning for Revel to enter ahead of him.

The gate shut behind them both with a rather resolute *thunk*. Even though it opened from the inside, Revel still felt as if it was sealing off an exit. *Only way is forwards*, he thought to himself, heart beginning to hammer again. His knees were shaking a little as he followed Erik up a short flight of stairs to the second floor. The werewolf's front door was exactly the same as all of the others on the floor: plainly painted with a little gold number and a peephole at eye level.

Erik unlocked it and ushered Revel through, shutting and securely locking the door behind them both. Revel was feeling a little faint but he still took the opportunity to look around where Erik lived, a bit of interest and curiosity breaking through the mass of anxiety twisting his stomach. There wasn't anything special about it, and none of the stereotyped trappings of a werewolf's 'lair'. No skulls or bloody bones, no bits of animals or whatever, and not a single bloodstain. If anything, it looked like a clean bachelor pad, with a widescreen television on the wall and a messy pile of sports magazines and books on a coffee table in front of the couch.

It was nicely furnished, but something it definitely hinted that Erik was, if not wealthy, then certainly well-off. Maybe it was the high-end appliances in the kitchen, or the expensive TV, maybe the tasteful matching furniture. *I wonder what he does?* Revel thought to himself, looking around for clues as to Erik's career. There was nothing immediate that he could see, but he was given a minute to relax and breathe deeply. Erik was stood in front of the door, tapping on his phone as his claws made sharp *clicks* with each one.

When he was done doing whatever he was doing, he tossed his keys into a bowl on a small side table, placing the phone down beside it as well. "Alright," he said, giving a small yawn and stretching his arms. "Take off your clothes; no reason to wait or delay things."

"T-take off my clothes?" Revel stammered. "Why?"

"First change is always involuntary," Erik explained briskly, emptying the rest of his pockets into the bowl. "It'll happen quickly and you won't be in much state to control it. Hard to know how your body will shift and transform, but if you grow or bulk up, you don't want to tear through anything.

"Also, there might be some changes in your human form. That varies a lot too, but there's generally something. I got a couple of inches in height and some more muscle so it's pretty much a dice roll on whether your clothes will fit you after you turn back."

"O-Oh," Revel said, slowly nodding. "Makes sense..."

"You'll want to get a 'wolf wardrobe'," Erik said, plucking at his own shirt. "Even if you don't get larger, the fur means you need to go up a size or two. And it's a bitch, you don't want wolf fur all through your regular clothes either."

"Got it," Revel muttered. Hearing the seemingly mundane parts of being a werewolf was making him feel a little better, oddly, making him look forwards to the changed life that he was going to have. Slowly, he began to undress, blushing as Erik neither looked nor turned away. His jacket and shirt were the easiest to take off, Revel laying them on the couch, but he was still vaguely uncomfortable at showing his undefined and slightly flabby belly and chest. *Soon it'll be fur and muscle*, he reminded himself. For a moment, his thoughts turned to what Erik looked like underneath his clothes, but he pushed them away. *Now is not the time for that!*

As he was taking off his pants, Erik spoke up, saying, "You can keep your underwear on. Should be fine. And if it breaks, not like you'll mind, eh?" The wolf chuckled to himself at the joke, Revel blushing again as he kicked off his pants, standing almost completely naked in front of the werewolf. It wasn't like his briefs left much to the imagination. He looked up to see Erik eyeing him, Revel giving a light shiver. There was something practically predatory in the werewolf's gaze.

"All ready?" the wolf asked, giving another yawn.

"I guess so," Revel replied awkwardly. His knees were trembling again and he was having a lot of difficulty swallowing for some reason.

"Relax," Erik said, chuckling a little. "Not going to eat you...much." He laughed at the shocked expression on Revel's face. "I'm joking! Little nip, that's all. It'll even heal when you change. Now, which arm would you prefer?"

Revel wordlessly held out his right arm and Erik came over, holding it firmly. Revel felt the strange mix of canine and human in the hand, paw pads and fur and claws seeming odd on the otherwise normal limb. Erik turned Revel's arm over so that the top of his forearm was facing up, then leaned down, parting his jaws slightly. "Ready?" he asked, not seeming too fazed by any of this.

Feeling like he'd be more likely throw up than talk if he opened his mouth, Revel only nodded. Erik gave a little nod of his own and then parted his jaws, placing them carefully around Revel's forearm and then giving a sharp, but gentle, snap. Revel gasped, suddenly very aware of the power in those jaws; if Erik had wanted to, he could have easily broken the bone just from the force, if not completely tearing the limb off. As it was though, there were just a few sharp twinges on the top of Revel's arm.

Erik draw back, looking appreciatively down at his work. There was a couple of strings of saliva on Revel's arm, and three or four tiny punctures right on the top. Red marks around them marked the indentations from Erik's other teeth where they had pressed in but not broken through. "Th-That's it?" Revel asked, a little unsettled by the rather anticlimactic bite.

"Yup," Erik said, shrugging. "One bite is all you need. In the old days, there used to be a mauling involved, with much worse biting. Suppose we can do that if you're underwhelmed with this..."

"Uh no...you're right," Revel murmured still looking at his forearm. "So, uh,...how long--"

"Until you first change?" Erik finished for him. The wolf crossed his arms and sat comfortably on the edge of the couch. "A minute or two, maybe five. You'll start feeling it soon."

He fell silent and Revel didn't have the nerve to say anything else. Instead he just concentrated on his own body, trying to sense any changes as soon as they were occurring. Without knowing what it would feel like, it was hard, but as the minutes ticked by, he knew that something had to be happening any second now...

The first thing was a feeling of warmth that was slowly increasing, so gradually that Revel couldn't be sure as to when it actually began. It was something he just became aware of. It was like a mild fever, or being underneath thick blankets and being just slightly too hot. He opened his mouth to say something to Erik, to ask if this was the beginning, but then closed it again. The feeling was still growing, along with a vaguely...*unsettled* feeling in Revel's stomach, rather like the feeling on a rollercoaster.

"First time is always the strangest, and most uncomfortable," Erik encouraged, observing Revel closely. "Gets much, much easier. And faster."

Revel just nodded, still focusing on everything that was happening. There were little prickles and itches erupting all over his body but when he looked at a spot, it was no different to anywhere else. With a start, he realised that the bite marks from Erik were gone, not a single mark or blemish from the teeth on his skin. The prickles grew more intense, followed by something indescribable beneath his skin. It almost felt like his muscles were melting and changing, and this was visible beneath his skin.

All at once though, it was obscured, a coat of fur emerging all over Revel's body. It was a dark grey over most of him, though snow-white on his belly and up his throat. He looked down at it with wide eyes, but more was happening that took his attention away. Claws sprang painlessly from the end of his fingers, and there were several sharp cracks as bones changed and remade themselves. At the same time, he was aware of his face changing, a blunt muzzle pushing its way out of his skull with an odd tingling sensation.

Some things felt odd though, even in this cacophony of strange sensations. Revel thought that he felt himself shrinking a few inches, and he wasn't tall to begin with. And far from gaining muscle, he seemed to be more lithe and slender than he'd been before, though at least the extra weight seemed to have melted away. But it was one change in particular made him gasp in horror.

Revel grabbed at his crotch as he felt his dick and balls melt away, the underwear going flat against his crotch, and something *very* different forming below. He didn't get the chance to investigate further because, as he looked down, his chest swelled out, a set of rather large breasts forming. "W-Wha?" Revel sputtered, speaking with difficulty through the unfamiliar muzzle. He touched his new breasts with disbelief, only for the wolf to crash through his mind.

Reeling, Revel fell to his knees. His head was overwhelmed, instincts that were alien to him suddenly running rampant. He couldn't process it, lost underneath the maelstrom as the rest of the changes completed, Revel's first transformation into a werewolf complete. His mind was still trying to cope though. He wanted to howl, to run. His senses crashed down on him, all the scents and sounds inside Erik's apartment seeming to tell a complex story that he couldn't yet understand. The outside world was audible clearly through the walls, and Revel was sure that he could smell the neighbours all in their homes.

More than anything though, Revel felt hot. His fur seemed to be stifling, like a hot coat, but he felt amped as well. Twitchy and energetic, hungry for...well, he didn't quite know what for. He stayed kneeling on the floor, slowly sorting through everything and coming back to himself, able to grasp the full range of changes that had happened. It was with a disbelieving air that he moved to touch his arm, feeling the silky fur, before taking notice of his changed body fully.

"Wha?" he mumbled, tongue getting caught up in all of the new unfamiliar teeth. Unable to believe that they were there, the newly-made werewolf touched the breasts that had grown in the transformation. Then, remembering the change between his legs, Revel jumped to feel his crotch with a cry. He could feel a tuft of fur there, but instead of balls and a cock, he felt something else further down, the pressure from his hand making him shudder.

*I'm...I'm female, *Revel said numbly. She wasn't really sure what to feel about that. It was a surprise, to be sure...but considering the rest of the changes, Revel's altered sex seemed almost small. Revel felt comfortable in this body, at home. The werewolf realised that all at once, shock mixing with elation. Female though it was, this felt like Revel's proper form and she immediately never wanted to change back.

"Well, you *certainly* got less shy."

Erik's voice cut through all of the thoughts Revel was pondering. She gave a start, having forgotten for a little while that Erik was even present. Then she wondered what he was talking about. Erik looked pointedly down and Revel flushed with embarrassment and horror. Her hand was still between her thighs, massaging gently and pressing against her...well, Revel presumed that it was now her pussy. She hadn't even realised that she was doing it, the motions sending gentle thrills through her body.

Now that she was thinking about what was down there though, Revel noticed a few other things. There was a feeling of *wetness* that she'd never known before, making the thin cotton of her underwear stick down there. The werewolf felt hot all over her body, but down there in particular seemed very, very warm. Not to mention that there was an ache in her lower belly that was quickly becoming more uncomfortable, and Erik's scent was standing out more and more in the room, smelling rather intoxicating...

Revel blushed harder as she realised that she still hadn't actually stopped touching herself. It seemed to take a great deal of willpower to take her hand from between her thighs, feeling the underwear clinging to her new, virgin folds. Erik chuckled, taking a deep breath in through his nose as he padded forwards a couple of steps, holding out a hand. Revel took it uncertainly, getting shakily to her feet. It took her a couple of seconds to get used to standing with her changed anatomy, but it felt naturally quickly enough. Erik's touch made her shiver though, the closeness of his body and scent seeming to make the ache in her belly deepen.

Now that they were both transformed, Erik was even larger and taller than Revel, something that, for some reason, she felt acutely aware of. The way that he was smiling down at her too...something about it was rather predatory. *Hungering*. It made her shiver and squirm, but only sent a pang of longing through her as well...one that she couldn't really explain.

"I didn't think that you'd have such a pretty wolf form," Erik noted, Revel blushing again. She blushed even harder when he reached down, casually hefting and feeling one of her sizable tits, giving it a firm squeeze that made Revel gasp and her knees shake and tremble violently. The warmth in her sex seemed to spike again and the wet feeling intensified. "A little thing I forgot to mention...generally, the pack has some bearing in what the bitten is like, and what your place is.

"Just so we can round out the pack. If we need big, strong hunters, we can make them. Same for other roles...and in your case, what we needed is 'breeding bitch'." His smile widened further as he reached down, groping firmly between Revel's furred thighs. His fingers didn't have to go very far before they found the source of the scent, the werewolf moving his claws carefully as they encountered the warm wetness between the werewolf bitch's legs. "In heat too, how perfect."

Revel gasped and her legs buckled as she felt his touch, and it was only with Erik's support that she didn't fall to the ground. She knew that the heat comment was true as soon as she heard it. It all clicked in her head, the desire to breed and the overpowering arousal making it hard to think, all of it kicked into high gear with Erik's close presence. She couldn't think with his hand between her legs, just trying to grind against it, feeling a new tail wagging madly behind her.

"Why don't we get started?" Erik breathed, leaning down and nipping lightly at one of Revel's pointed ears, making her shudder once again. When she tried to speak, nothing but a moan left her throat, but Erik seemed to take that as assent enough, moving Revel over the few paces necessary to reach the couch. He turned Revel around and pushed lightly between her shoulder-blades. She didn't resist, all but flopping over the arm of the couch, the support a welcome feeling; she wasn't sure how much longer her knees would hold out..

It left her rump at the perfect height for Erik as he let out a pleased growl, quickly stripping his own clothes off and leaving them in a crumpled pile on the floor. Revel turned to look but a long, hard grope to her ass distracted her, Erik squeezing her through the underwear that was still stretched over her hips. Slowly, he hooked his claws through the wristband and then sharply tore them off, letting the ruined fabric fall damply to the ground.

For the first time, Revel's pussy was exposed to the air, and she squirmed at the feeling of a cool breeze playing over her dripping folds. The heat had made sure that she was more than ready to be fucked by the werewolf that had found her. "Very nice," Erik said appreciatively. He gave his own sheath a squeeze to draw his cock out, though it was hardly necessary with all of the pheromones coming from Revel.

Before going any further, he pressed a finger against Revel's entrance, slowly adding pressure until it began to slip inside. Revel gasped, closing her eyes and gripping the couch's cushions with enough force that her claws ripped the fabric. It was a new feeling having something go into her pussy, but it sent a thrill through the werewolf all the same, pleasure racing up her spine and making her shudder and squirm her hips towards Erik, as though asking for more. She didn't have to wait very long, the rest of Erik's finger slipping into her slick tunnel.

He smiled as he felt her ripple and squeeze his digit hungrily. "Well, we probably don't need much warm-up for you, bitch," he said, a husky growl beneath the words. He withdrew his hand, Revel immediately giving a needy whine as she was left suddenly so terribly empty. She squirmed her hips around on the arm of the couch, trying to press and grind against something, but Erik's hands came down on either side of her ass to hold her still. The possessive grip made Revel's whole body freeze; she even held her breath, heart hammering in her ears as she waited for Erik to move, to do more.

Something hot pressed against her pussy, rubbing along the slick lips between her thighs, even grazing against her clit a little. She'd almost forgotten about her clit, too worked up by everything else, but this slight touch was enough to cause stars to sparkle in front of her eyes. Erik chuckled and adjusted himself, moving the tip of his cock up towards the entrance to her sex. He let it go just a little further up for a moment, pressing beneath the werewolf bitch's tail, but he resisted the urge to try anal right now. There'd be time for all of that later. Right now...he wanted to *breed* her.

He adjusted again, pressing firmly against Revel's pussy. For a brief moment, her sex resisted the intrusion, but as the male wolf added a little more pressure, his shaft suddenly began to slip into Revel. Revel was overwhelmed again, barely able to think past the heat clouding her mind. All that she was aware of was the cock that was spreading her body so, so wide. It washed everything else away; none of it seemed important compared to the feeling of being *filled* so completely and perfectly. She needed more, she had to have more!

Revel humped back, or tried to, but with Erik's grip on her hips there wasn't much that the heated werewolf could do. Instead she just raked her claws against the couch again as Erik was left to dictate the pace. To his credit, Erik resisted the urge to be rough with his newest pack-member. The scent in his nose and the feeling of a tight bitch around his cock made him want to dominate her, breed her rough and hard until she couldn't walk straight and begged for more. But, considering all the changes, he went slowly, making sure that Revel adjusted to the feeling of his cock inside her.

His knot was already beginning to swell a little bit but it wasn't yet a problem as he hilted himself inside Revel, pausing there and panting to let them both enjoy the moment of being filled or having her sex milk around him firmly. Revel's eyes were still closed and she was having trouble breathing, holding her breath and then letting it out in a shuddering gasp when her lungs began to burn. She had no idea how big Erik was, really, but he felt huge inside her, the silky walls of her sex stretch tight around his length and seeming to drive all of the air from her body. She was glad of the initially slow pace, but the need inside her continued to build. She wanted *more*!

Erik gave it to her. As the motions of her sex got stronger and her squirms more energetic until it was a struggle to hold her steady, Erik moved to thrust, pulling his cock almost all of the way out and then slamming himself back into Revel. The sensation of going from full to empty and then back to full made Revel give a strangled howl, and it kept happening. It was overwhelming in its intensity, every thrust seeming to take her to new heights but at the same time, it wasn't enough.

She could feel something building inside her, growing stronger. It was hard to put her finger on what exactly, and she couldn't really concentrate enough to think. All of her mind was preoccupied with her pussy, and the ecstatic feeling of being fucked properly. But there was still something that was missing from it all, overwhelming though it all was. She needed something...more, though what she didn't quite know. It was a deep, instinctual thing and it was all that Revel could manage to moan and squirm and let loose strangled howls as Erik fucked her harder and faster.

The sensation of something building continued inside her as Erik's breathing grew heavier and more laboured, the werewolf male's eyes bright as he gripped Revel's hips harder, claws digging in as he rammed himself home into her tight pussy. His knot at the base of his cock was slowly growing, and he didn't bother trying to hold himself back. This would be Revel's first knotting, and he would damn make sure it was a good one.

The widening portion of his cock popped in and out of Revel's entrance with each thrust, gradually becoming larger and more difficult to force in or out. Everything inside Revel seemed tensed and full of pressure, but she didn't know how to release it. Her heat was screaming for *something* but she just had to wait to find out what it was, focusing more on what was to her, an unknown *thing* on Erik's cock that was rapidly spreading her wider and wider.

It only took a couple more thrusts for Erik to have difficulty thrusting, his knot almost large enough to lock him inside his new bitch. He readied himself and then thrust forward one more time. Revel let out a yelp as the knot pushed her entrance almost painfully wide, a spasm running through her sex, before it came to rest comfortably just inside, swelling a little bit more so that Erik couldn't pull out.

The feeling of the knot entering her seemed to unlock something inside Revel, opening the floodgates that had been holding back the relief and release that she'd been seeking. The werewolf let loose a deafening howl as she began to cum for the first time as a bitch, her sex milking and rippling madly along Erik's length. That was enough to set the male werewolf as well, his cock jerking and swelling slightly before unleashing a flood of seed into the bitch's eager depths.

With the cum filling her, and the knot keeping every single drop inside her, the orgasm seemed to go on and on and on for Revel. It was more than a simple physical release; some base instinct of her heat was finally being satisfied, that satisfaction mixing with all of the pleasure and leaving the werewolf feeling lightheaded as she sagged against the couch, panting hard and feeling like it was impossible to move a muscle. The only part of her that could move was her pussy. Although slowed, it was still slowly milking at Erik, the flood of cum from his tip having slowed to a trickle. Every movement, however slight, that he made was felt by Revel though, the knot and his trapped length making her moan with every shift against her inner walls.

Erik let out a pleased growl, running his hands through the fine, soft fur on Revel's ass and lower back. "Oh yes," he purred. "You'll make a wonderful new addition to the pack. You'll be getting to know them quite soon... The rest of them will be here before my knot deflates enough for me to pull out, and they'll want to get, mmm, acquainted with our new pack bitch."

Lost on the post-orgasmic haze, Revel processed the words only slowly, but when their meaning finally made it through the fog surrounding her mind, she let out a low moan. The heat in her sex was only dimmed with this knotting and breeding...she needed more to be properly sated, to be truly satisfied. *Yes...*she thought groggily. *The pack...that'll work...*