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"Yes, Mom. The weather's terrible but the lodge is nice and warm. Yes, I checked the power levels, we're good for a week. No, I'm not worried, Bart's a sweetheart, he won't do anything danger-ah!" Gale muted the call for a second. "Can you fucking wait thirty seconds you bastard?" Unmute, then, "it's okay, Mom, just a connection flicker. The snow's coming down hard. I'll give you a call in the morning, okay? Love you too."

Gale lifted up her skirt to expose the shaggy face between her thighs. There wasn't even a flicker of shame there, and he found another good spot that made her toes curl to stall off any accusations for a few seconds. "You dirty little fucker, can you get your tongue out of me for five seconds?" He pulled back, licked his chops, and held up a closed fist. "Don't you fucking dare, we have to talk before we go back to our fun."

"Fine, fine," he had the long, slow drawl that just reeked country boy, even though he was from New York. It was amazing what a few years in Oklahoma could do if you let it. He had country manners, too, very polite, all sir this and ma'am that, which probably was the only reason her parents weren't more worried. He was unfailingly polite. That he was a foot taller than she was, built like a farm tractor, and took great care to maintain a look that said 'shaggy beast, possibly werewolf' was both at odds with his behavior around them, and exactly what they expected of rebellious daughter shenanigans.

Still, she was twenty-two, they couldn't exactly disown her. And both of them had politely asked to spend the weekend at their cabin in the Rockies. It was winter, the snow was fantastic, and no one was going to be out there this close to Christmas. So not only was the cabin open for them, the closest neighbors were miles away, and probably not home.

It had all seemed like a grand plan until that massive snowstorm hit, grounded their car completely, and locked them in. Emergency services could have got to them, but it wasn't an emergency. They had food for a week, the power banks were topped up, there was a stack of wood for the fireplace, and it wasn't like they were going to get lonely. Or bored.

"So, Mom won't be calling the cavalry or anything, we're on our own for a couple of days. Think we can handle that?"

He paused in thought, then shrugged. "Probably okay. We're good on food and drink, wood and power. I've got a deck of cards if we get bored. Wanna play poker?"

"You're wearing jeans. And nothing else."

"You're wearing a dress. And nothing else. So it's kind of an all or nothing game of strip poker, ain't it?"

He had a point. "Fine, deal them out. I'll toss another log on the fire."

The cabin was pretty small, there was only one actual room, and only one actual table. And only one actual bed, and so on. It was well insulated, fully powered, and had a well stocked pantry, so it wasn't exactly roughing it. They didn't even actually need the fireplace, there was electric heating. But there was something elementally, primally safe about a warm fire in the snow.

Bart waited until she was back from the fire to shuffle up, then passed her the deck to cut. She knocked on the deck instead, passed it back, and let him deal. Five to each of them.

"Nothing to bet, no point in folding. Flip them over on three?" He nodded, and she counted up, then flipped her hand over. "Ha! Full house, tens over fives."

"Shucks, I just have two pair. Sixes and sixes."

"You cheating bastard!"

"Hey, you didn't cut, that's on you. Now get that dress off, or do you want me to take it off for you?"

Gale pushed her chair back, looked at him, started to reach behind her for the zipper, then bolted for the door instead. "Come and take it, big boy."

Out the door, into the driving snow. She didn't actually get far before he tackled her into a snow bank. Her front was cold, but her back, pressed into the husky's fur, was just fine. Her dress, seconds later, was not fine. It was scrap, wrapped around her but concealing nothing. That was the other, unspoken benefit to being out of contact and away from everyone for days. They could be as rough with each other as they wanted without having to explain bruises or bites. Which is why when he tossed her, mostly naked, into a snowbank, she laughed. Exultant, not angry or scared or confused.

That he plowed into the snow right after her helped, and lifted her with teeth and one hand out of the snow, his other hand cupping between her legs, holding her tight against him. She could feel the pressure in his jeans against her butt, the heat of him. But he carried her back toward the cabin, got her to the front, and pushed her against the outside of the window.

"You wanna go in there where it's warm, pup? Or do you wanna get plowed out here?" She could feel him wagging as he kept grinding his crotch against her ass. No missing the message there. But it was unpleasantly cold, on the parts of her that weren't pressed up against him. There were ways around that, but tonight wasn't the night.

"You already tore off my dress. Now you want to fuck me in the snow? Brute! Scoundrel! Take me inside and bed me like a proper gentleman. Or something."

Bart snickered, but picked her up again and pushed his way inside, then kicked the door shut behind him. She had just enough time to feel the warmth when he tangled a big paw in her hair, pulled her head back sharply, and took a bite of her shoulder. Hard enough to really hurt.

She yelped, and didn't have time to fight before he had her shoved down on the floor, face on the carpet. One big paw came down on her lower back and pinned her while he undid his jeans. He had to step off her back to take them off, but that didn't make him lose any momentum. As soon as she started to get up to her knees, he had a hand in her hair, pulling her up. She scrambled to get her feet under her, and that focus gave him plenty of opportunity to catch one arm, twist it up behind her, and use those two grips to shove her against the wall.

He was hot behind her, every inch of him radiant, and bare skin made it very easy to feel that. One bit of him hotter than the rest, practically scalding. Weird quirks of morph biology, some of them ran much, much hotter than base human average. Bart was one of them, and as good as he felt, hot on her skin, he felt much better inside. She didn't have to wait too long for that, either. Grinding against her ass was definitely not enough for him, and he let go of her hair to guide his tip down, centered, up.

He flexed, thrust, crushed her against the wall while he stuffed her cunt full. Nothing gentle about him right now, every ounce the brute her parents worried he was. Consensual brutality was not something they were going to take well. But she was taking it and loving it.

He was quick about it, panting hot breath on the back of her neck as he fucked her. He hilted in her a few times before his knot got started, before he had to start grinding and battering that into place. He wasn't done yet, though. Three fingers in her mouth, pushing in until she gagged and choked. Her free hand grabbed his wrist and pulled and fought, but she was much smaller than him, and the disparity made her struggles useless.

They were isolated, she could be loud, and his snarl of imitation anger was echoed in her very real cry of pain and lust.

They were isolated, there was no one from whom to hide the evidence. His free hand raked claws across her belly and breast, blunt things that couldn't really cut, but could leave angry red and bits of blood where they tore and abraded. She cried out at that, too, pain and some primal, elemental fear.

They were isolated, there would be no one walking in on them, and he was free to tie her as often and as long as they wanted. His knot pushed in one last time, and couldn't get back out. He yanked, he bucked, he emptied himself into her, heat she could feel inside her pulsing, swelling, filling her up. Neither of them was done, though, and he pulled her slowly away from the wall, turned, and leaned his back against it. He let go of her twisted arm, and her shoulder ached when she moved it.

She couldn't exactly fight him effectively while she was stuck on his knot, so letting her arm free wasn't actually much help to her. And it gave him two free hands instead of one. Both of them grabbed a leg and lifted, and between his leaning angle and his strength, her own weight was going to keep her impaled for as long as he could hold her. He transferred both legs to one hand, then wrapped the other around her throat and squeezed.

At first she struggled to hold still, then she struggled for air, grabbing at his hand and pulling, tugging, trying to ease his grip. He just started bouncing her on his knot while her body screamed for air. She could breathe just fine, but her brain wasn't getting enough oxygen, and it was the same panic response either way. Then he relaxed his grip a tiny bit, letting her gasp two breaths that actually worked, before he squeezed again.

The third time he did that, the combination of relief, fear, exhaustion and bouncing on his knot finally made her cum. The kind of screaming, squirting orgasm that they definitely would have had to muffle if there were neighbors.

Bart slid down the wall slowly, to sit with her in his lap. He put the brute persona away and cuddled, held her close and warm, and whispered adoration between kisses. She did much the same, echoing the trust that let her revel in his roughness, sure that he would never harm her while she soaked his warmth right up.

"You're going to have some wicked bruising around your neck, love." He didn't sound worried or ashamed. If anything, he sounded pleased. "Ought to make for some good pictures for your blog. Speaking of which, I can just about pull out. You ready for the "used and abused" poses?"

"Fuck yes! Can you reach my phone?"

"Uh, lemme... yeah." He leaned, keeping one hand on her hip, and retrieved her phone from the bedside table. "Here you go."

"Nice, thank you, my gentle beast." She opened up, picked the app, and lit all three camera drones from their charging cradles. Tiny little things, nearly invisible aside from the blinking LED. Those edited themselves out of pictures, and let her get great shots from multiple angles. She had a route already set for them, to get thousands of frames from multiple angles. Once he was able to pull out, she stood up, pushed a button on her phone, put it down, and spent a few minutes moving and posing while he cleaned himself up. Neither was going to bother with clothes for now.

Once the drones had finished their routes, she left them to process and download while she showered. Quick shower, she'd much rather take a long one with her boy, but there were things to do. He was sprawled on his back on the rug in front of the fireplace, watching her computer as the drones finished downloading. She laid out on top of him, snuggling into thick fur and basking in the heat from the fire.

"Let's see what we've got here. Mmm, those bruises colored up nice and quick. Good puppy, you fucked me up good." He stroked one hand up and down her back, kissed the top of her head, then settled back down.

"You certainly know how to bait me into it, pretty girl. Those scratches look pretty wicked. Hey, this still is perfect." An up angle shot that caught the mess leaking down the insides of her thighs, the scratches on her thighs and belly, and the grin on her face. "Kind of makes me want to do it again. Leave more marks."

"Hush you. I'd have to put makeup on for you to ruin. And if we get started on that we'll be at it all night."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Tomorrow night, puppy. No, don't make those big vulnerable eyes at me, I know what kind of filthy bastard's behind them. Oh, and yes I can feel that poking me in the thigh. I think I know what we can do with that."

It took a little bit of rearranging. She tapped his wrists, kissed his fingers. "Keep these over your head, my love. No touching, no rushing me. I will bring you such pleasures." And she did. She slid down his body and kissed, licked, nuzzled his cock. Took her time, working on his length. Dancing fingers, eager tongue, soft lips.

When his hips rose, she backed away until he was behaving again. Only when he relaxed did she start back up, kissing, sucking, stroking. He moaned when she did, and struggled to hold his hands still. So she kept pushing until she could see that he was only a few breaths shy of breaking control. Then it was time for mercy, before he grabbed her and fucked her throat or something like that. Strong grip behind his knot, good sucking at the top, her other hand stroking faster, until she heard his howl of delight. Mouth off and out of the way, still stroking and squeezing, helping him empty jet after jet onto his belly, chest, and muzzle. Until he was shaking and spent, breathing hard and just laying there.

"Better, love?" He nodded, grinning lazily. "Good. Get yourself cleaned up before you come to bed, I need my big spoon on a night this cold."

Dawn light woke her, but she really didn't want to move. Bart had one arm under her head, the other wrapped around her middle, holding her against his chest. There had been a light blanket last night, but it was probably on the floor or behind him by now. He was more than warm enough. As she stirred, he tightened his hold on her, then relaxed as he, too, woke up.

"Mm. Storm broke. Blinding out there. Better stay here with me."

Gale laughed. "I have to call Mom, which means I have to put on enough clothes and makeup that she isn't going to panic and fly out here."

"Fine, fine. I'll make breakfast."

"Sounds like a plan." She put on one of her sleep shirts, did enough makeup to hide the bruises and scratches without being obvious, and settled at the table again. Almost on cue, her mother rang in. "Hi mom!"

"Morning sweety. All well?"

"All's well. How's dad?"

"Still sleeping. How's Bart?"

"Cooking breakfast. Looks just about done, too. We're going to hang out for a few more days before we come down the mountain, but there's no more storms on the forecast so there's nothing to worry about."

She looked less than convinced, but relented. "Okay sweety. I'm a call away, but I'll leave you two to your hiking."

"Love you, mom."

The connection closed a few seconds before a plate landed in front of her. And a dog bowl in front of Bart. "Found it under the sink. One of us is the puppy here. Not sure who yet. How about it, you want to eat from a dog bowl on the floor?"

"Nah. But it might be cute if you did."

"Eh, I'll pass." But he didn't mind chowing down from it at the table. She cleared the dishes, rinsed them off, and yelped when a cold nose came up under the back of her shirt.

"Hey!" He laughed and stood up behind her, hands gliding up her thighs, hips, under her shirt from behind. "Again?"

"What can I say? You're hot, you smell fantastic, and I know you're as filthy-minded as me. Don't forget how good this nose is. You were maybe five minutes from jumping my bones." He wasn't wrong, really. "Do you wanna? Or do you want to actually do any of the things you told your mom we'd be doing?"

"Hiking around in the snow? Enjoying the "scenic views" and "soothing sounds"? Fuck that. Do we wanna just go at it, or make more content?"

"Sell me on making content."

"You get to fuck my throat until I choke. After you eat me out to get properly blissed for the experience."

"Okay, two things. First, I'm adding cuddles to the itinerary after. Second, fuck yes, go put your makeup on so I can make a mess of it."

Gale giggled and bounced to the bathroom to do herself up. Braids, mascara, lipstick. A bit over the top, but she had to put it on thick to get it to smear and run just right. Hell, she bought these products specifically to be ruined, so they weren't the good stuff. They were very good at being the bad stuff, if she was honest, and exactly what the situation called for.

She stepped back out into the cabin proper, sat on the bed, and spread her legs wide. "Gimme some of that good stuff, puppy." He didn't need more invitation than that, got down on his knees at her feet and put his face in the right place. Big tongue, strong tongue, and he knew how to use it. She wasn't shy about grabbing his head and steering, either, to get him in the right place, at the right angle.

He added a couple fingers to the mix, careful of blunt claws, but good at finding that rougher texture on her front wall to push and rub while he licked her. Which, as he knew, made things much better for her. She got a good grip on his scruff when she was about to go off, thighs shuddering as she came, pulling on him and squeezing, and he just kept licking away until she relaxed with a breathless moan.

"Oooooh boy, that's good. And oh damn, looks like you enjoyed it too." There was a puddle between his knees, and another drop dripped from the tip of his cock. "So what do we want to do with this cheap makeup?"

He mused for a moment, then grinned. "Wanna do full recording instead of just stills?"

"I thought you didn't want to be in frame for any of this stuff."

"Blur my face out or something. But if we do that, I can't tell you the plan, it would ruin the look of shock on your face. Safeword is still chamomile." He waited for her to set the drones, but the moment she got done and set her phone aside, he grabbed her by the hair and tossed her on the floor. Foot on her back again, but only for a moment before he kicked her in the side, flopping her over with a surprised cry of pain. The big hand again, in her hair, dragging her to her feet. She wasn't sure when he had grabbed the rope, but she was too stunned to fight before he had her wrists bound behind her back.

Again he pushed her to her knees with a grip on her hair, pushed one knee to the side with his foot, then kicked her between them. She tried to double over with a yelp of pain, but he still had her by the hair. Fuck, she was already crying, and he was only just getting started. He kept at it, not giving her time to recover or steady herself. Another kick to her cunt and she sobbed. Then a slap to the face, a hand forcing her mouth open, and a dick shoved in. There was a lot more dick than space, and he wasn't gentle or slow, fucking her face without lead-up or adjustment. Lots of gagging and choking, but the grip on her chin and the back of her head meant there wasn't a god damn thing she could do about it.

He'd go a few thrusts into her mouth, then pull out and slap her, go back to fucking. Or pull back, step back, and kick her again. He didn't always get the aim right, and she struggled to make him miss. That fucking hurt! But it wasn't like the kicks hitting her thighs were much better, they still hurt, still left bruises. She was still trying to recover from one when he finally manage to hilt himself in her throat. No breathing for her, and it was all short thrusts for him as she struggled. First to gag and choke around the thick monster stretching her throat. Then for air. He relented when he saw the look of panic on her face, pulled all the way out and let her double over, hacking, coughing, retching.

She got her breath back enough to sob when he kicked her again. She'd been too wrecked to dodge, so the kick had landed exactly where he wanted. "Aw, look at you with tear streaks. Makeup all fucked up. You know what I'm going to do now? I think that bruised fuck hole you call a cunt is almost tenderized enough to fuck. Or you can beg me to put a load in your ass."

Neither option sounded pleasant. But apparently she took too long answering, because he decide to haul her to her feet by the hair again. Backhanded her across the face, hooked behind her knee to lift her leg out of the way, and backhanded her on the pussy. "Choose!" She got the hint that the longer she took to make her choice, the more he was going to hurt her. She still wasn't fast enough, and sobbed through another backhand as she tried to keep her balance on one foot. "Pussy!"

He backhanded again. "That's not what it's called."

"Cunt!"

Backhand. "Try again."

"Fuck hole," she sobbed, tensing for another hit.

No more backhands. He pushed her against the wall, shoved her face against the window, hiked her leg up again- she was pretty sure one of the cameras had shifted to look up from that direction.

Tender had been one word to use. Painfully bruised was another, and he wasn't gentler with her now, either. He didn't go slowly to give her time to adapt, just shoved himself in as fast and hard as he could, stretching her wide until she stopped at his knot. Too wide to get in, so far. "Hmph. Well, I can fix that." He started fast, hard thrusts, battering her entrance with his knot until, little by little, it gave under the assault while she sobbed. Pain, so much pain, and he didn't stop even after he had her wide open. He refused to tie her, always stopping just shy, forcing her to stay stretched open around the thickest part of his knot.

Three fingers went into her mouth, then into her throat, and she gagged and choked again. Which made her try to tense around the dick stretching her wide. It didn't feel good at all. She tried to be vocal about that, but all that came out was garbled complaint and more choking. Then he pulled out, left her standing on shaking feet, sobbing and coughing.

"You know what, I changed my mind. I don't think you really meant it when you made your choice, so I'm going to give you what you wouldn't ask for."

Oh no.

He spun her, put her back to the wall, lifted her with both hands far enough that he could hold her with one for a moment. No hesitation on his part, not giving her time to fight or object. She grabbed his shoulder and forearm for balance, still crying, trying to catch up, catch her breath, figure out what was going on. And then there were teeth at her throat.

Good cover for very quiet words. "Squeeze my arm when you're ready." Then back to threatening big teeth around her neck. Those weren't gentle nips, they were all leaving marks, and one on her shoulder definitely drew blood. Still, it was long enough to get her breath back a little before she squeezed.

Then howled and struggled and cried because she had not been ready for his dick in her ass. Between her own slickness and his very copious pre, he wasn't totally unlubricated, but it still wasn't enough to make things really pleasant or easy. And he was big! Thick enough to need a lot of stretching to handle him easily. The last time they'd done really vigorous anal, they'd spent a couple hours before slowly stretching her with progressively larger plugs, and copious amounts of lube.

He was trying to be careful and slow about actual pushes in, even while trying to make it look like he was just going straight to work ravaging her ass. Hopefully the look was good, because she was going to really, really hurt for his shoot.

It felt like hours of ruthless stretching and pounding, but it was probably less than five minutes before she felt his knot pressing and stretching. Then his hand in her hair, yanking back to force her chin up so he could take her neck in his jaws. The other hand caught her hip, and jerked down as he shoved up, forcing his knot in while she howled in pain. Big orgasm for him, she could feel the hot jets pulsing into her, feel his hips jerking, hot breath at her throat and too-tight teeth.

Again he covered words with bites. "One last yell for the cameras, pretty bitch." And she hadn't needed prompting when he pulled and pulled and pulled, until at last with a grunt of his own discomfort, his knot popped out of her ass, cum dripping and pooling under her. He dropped her, dazed and weak, into the puddle, backhanded her across the face one more time, then turned away.

Two seconds to give the cameras a clean spot to cut the scene, then back to her side. Concerned, obviously, his fingers were gentle. And it took awhile for her to get back into her own head after that rough of a scene. He was holding her when she made it, sitting in his lap, held tight.

"Oh my ass. You really did a number on me. Can you hold me up so we can get the aftermath stills?"

He nodded, and helped lift her up. "There's a lot of aftermath. You look totally wrecked. No clean up done yet, I know you want all of the damage to show when we get the stills."

He held her hand, helped turn her for the cameras, helped hold her leg up so they could get good close-ups of stretched ass and bruised pussy. Last one was a big kiss. Lots of love.

"Okay, let's get you a soak and some bandages, love." He carried her to the tub, held her while it filled, and helped her in. Size was an advantage here, definitely, and she was glad to have him help. She was bruised, aching, unsteady, and someone to dote on her for a few hours was definitely a plus.

The warm water let her know exactly where the scratches and bites were, but it felt good on the bruises and her more than stretched lower bits. She was glad that would all be healed up tonight. She would not have been able to sit in a car for long tomorrow, not without a donut pillow. Bart spent a lot of time kissing her, washed her hair, helped her with removing what was left of her makeup. Lots of kisses, almost like he was afraid that the beating would somehow convince her he didn't adore her, and he needed to make up for it.

She'd tried explaining that the roughness was wonderful to her, made everything more intensely meaningful. He sort of understood that she wasn't worried about damage dealt to her, she would recover, and in the moment, it was wonderful. Besides, the damage never lasted long, she was careful about timing their really intense sessions properly.

Dinner had been eaten and cleared, early, and he'd wondered at her insistence on such a big meal before four. She'd packed as much away as he had, another surprise. "Boy, you weren't kidding that a full moon brings out your appetite. That was a lot of steak, babe."

She grinned at him, and slipped the shorts off that she'd been wearing after their fun. Big stretch, and she winced as the bruises complained. "I'll need it shortly. So. I've been keeping a secret. You want it in words or do you want to see it first?"

His ears perked up, head tilted, and he started to wag. Whether it was curiosity or just the sight of her naked and moving, she couldn't say. Maybe both. It didn't take long to get a reply. "Show me." He stood up and walked her way. She stepped further away, to the door, then popped it open and walked naked into the snow and moonlight.

The change was always an experience. The full moon danced over her skin, and where it touched, the skin peeled and broke, exposing fur. Muscle exploded with power, bones snapped and reformed, her shape twisted. It took a lot out of her if she wasn't careful to tank up beforehand, which was a good reason for three pounds of rare steak. It only took a minute or two to complete, and then she was crouched in the snow.

"What the fuck?!"

Not an unreasonable reaction. She stood fully upright and stretched. She'd gained two feet and several hundred pounds, fur thicker than his and shaggier, and she howled loud and exultant into the night air.

"Holy shit!" Bart had come from shock and fear to amazement and a huge grin, stepping closer to put a hand on her. "Fuck, you're running hotter than I do, the snow's melting around you. How the hell did this happen?"

Her voice was a lot deeper and heavier like this, but he had already adapted and wasn't worried. Bart was a good guy, he rolled with the punches well. "You know how it goes. Backpacking in the Alps, hook up with a guy who seems pretty exciting, get bit, wind up with some really hairy monthly symptoms. As one does."

"As one does," he echoed. "That's why you always wanna do our really rough stuff right before a full moon. So it all wears off when you do this bit, right?"

She nodded, then stood all the way up. notably taller than him, wider, thicker. And hung just as dangerously, as he finally noticed when it spilled from her sheath, the brightest part of her, red against coal-and-ash fur. "Whoa. What?"

"Yeah, apparently if you get bitten by a guy werewolf, you get guy parts when you do the shifting thing. That a problem?"

"Not if you've got lube to handle it with."

"Buster, after what you did to my ass this morning? If you want to be able to sit in the morning, you better not let me catch you."

"What?" He scrambled aside as she lunged, eyes wide. "Oh shit!" He bolted off into the snow, leaving a very clear trail for her to lumber along. This form didn't corner all that well, especially with bad traction, but she was sinking right through the snow, hindpaws digging into the frozen dirt beneath. She'd let him get a bit further. Hunting was a game like this, she never intended to eat him, but there was still something powerful about tracking and chasing and pouncing.

She followed at an easy pace for a few minutes, letting him get a good lead, then howled loud and clear and long. She wasn't sure if it meant anything, she knew that wild wolves could tell a lot from a howl. But it felt good to let one out. Then she dug her claws into the ground and launched herself forward, dropping to all fours and stretching long, wide leaps through the snow. He'd left an easy trail to follow, into the dense trees. Less snow in here, old growth evergreens, and the trees were densely packed. She couldn't move as quickly, he had less snow to leave tracks in, and could take corners much more readily than she could.

It had been a good move on his part and she wondered whether it had been a conscious choice or just a reaction. It was serving him well, and she could hear him getting a little bit more of a lead. That was fine. Whether he knew it or not, there was only one way this was going to end. She waited to hear him slow a tiny bit. He'd be wondering if she had lost him, or given up. Bart was a smart boy, he'd be sure that she hadn't, but unsure why he couldn't hear her behind him anymore.

She wasn't behind him anymore, of course, and had nearly stopped moving. He came around a tree, looking behind him, and ran right into her. She was crouched low, so her face caught him in the belly, and he fell over. "Oh look, my prey just wandered right into my paws. I guess he didn't really want to get away."

One big paw landed on his chest, pinned him to the ground, as he had once pinned her. He squirmed and struggled just like she had, with about as much effect. She leaned down, pressing harder with her paw. "Safeword is still chamomile." She pushed off, knocking the breath out of him, then grabbed him by the scruff and tossed him into the trunk of a tree. He landed with a grunt, and slid down to the ground, then started trying to pick himself up. She didn't wait for him to get there, let him get to his knee before she kicked him in the side, bouncing him into the tree and back to the ground.

"See how you like it!" She grabbed his jeans and tore them, muscles bunching for a moment before the seams just gave way. She grabbed him by the scruff again, got him to his feet, then backhanded him with a massive stroke, knocking him to his knees. "Yeah, stay down there. That's where my bitch belongs." It was her turn to grab his lower jaw and yank it open, to stuff her dick in with a grip on the back of his head to deny him any chance to control the pace. She didn't intend to leave him any control at all, and he gagged and choked on her massive cock.

There really wasn't room to get it into his throat, and he wasn't as practiced as she was in taking it like that, but that wasn't the point. She just needed to get slicked up, with spit and that thicker, more mucousy stuff. She was plenty big, and there wasn't a stockpile of lube out in the woods. That she knew of, the McCallisters were freaky enough to have that on hand somewhere. But she'd use the combination of his own fluids and her pre. It would probably be enough.

She pulled out completely, and backhanded him again. He turned with it and stumbled, falling to the ground. She waited for him to try and get back up, then shoved him forward into the snow. He belly flopped with a groan. Bruises all over. Good for him. She grabbed his tail and hauled him to his knees, put the other hand under his hips and leaned far forward. She'd need both hands shortly.

"By the time I'm done you're going to be begging me to bite you." Her hand on his hip, and her other one on her dick to guide her tip into place. Slow pressure, gentler than she'd been so far tonight, but still not exactly nice. She didn't really want to harm him, but he was going to feel just about like she had. Still, even if she wasn't trying to harm him, there were a lot of ways she could hurt him in the meantime.

She kept a hand hooked into his hip to keep him from pulling away, and the other one grabbed his neck, pulled him up by it, and started to squeeze. Practiced squeezes, cutting off blood to his brain in little pulses. She timed them with her thrusts. Squeeze, let the panic grow, then release as she pushed into him. Make him link the relief of breath with the pain of his ass getting stretched around her. Over and over, working his ass, stretching him as he moaned and struggled.

He wasn't capable of effective struggle at this point, so she let go of his hip and moved that hand to his crotch. Nice and hard, easy to stroke her hand along. He shuddered weakly, hips trying to work while she plowed him. He was so needy, so ready, dripping pre as she worked to get her knot into him. Pretty great as far as she was concerned.

But there was no way she was going to be able to hilt in him without several days of practice and preparation, and she'd probably already rendered him unable to sit right for days. Good enough in her book. She pulled his throat harder, pulled his back up to her chest, and forced his chin up with one big finger so she could look down into his eyes. She even stopped thrusting, buried as deep as she'd been able to get inside him

"Are you ready, puppy? You want me to fill you up and let you empty these?" She slid her hand down a little to squeeze his balls until he squirmed. "Or do you want me to stop and let you try to walk back to the cabin like this?"

He actually struggled with the decision for a few seconds, then whined and squirmed his hips, trying to hump against her hips.

"Good puppy. You just enjoy the ride." She went back to fucking and stroking him, synching up once again between her thrusts, her hand on his cock, and her hand at his throat, fucking him in that lovely gray area just shy of hypoxia. They both loved that feeling of hovering at the edge of panic while they got to the edge, she just didn't get to do it to him like this until now. They couldn't stay there, not for too long, without damage. But she squeezed a little tighter when she was sure she was about to blow. He struggled, pulling at her fingers with little effect, then tried to howl as he came, jets of husky seed splattering against a tree, into the snow. And wolf seed pulsing into him, filling him, dripping into the snow beneath him.

He was dizzy, and so weak when she let him try to stand on his own. Too unsteady to walk, even if his ass hadn't been a leaking mess. So she carried him back to the cabin. Bridal carry, which brought a grin to her muzzle. He didn't even make a protest about being filthy before she tucked him into bed.

The next morning was interesting. He was quiet while she made breakfast, thinking while they ate, and while he cleaned up, leaning against the sink for balance. He was still sore and unsteady, while she was feeling, as she always did after some wolf time, like a freshly shined diamond.

He sat down across the table from her, wincing until he found a position that hurt less. "Last night actually happened." Not a question. She nodded. "And you are actually, literally, a werewolf." Again, she nodded. "What the fuck."

"Right? Imagine my surprise! I get bit during a one night stand in the Alps, two weeks later I'm chilling out after a movie and suddenly I'm eight feet tall and hairy with a really strong desire to eat a whole cow and howl about it. And trying to find actually useful information on the internet has been awful. Most of it is how to stop yourself from turning or half-assed cures that probably won't work."

"Probably?"

"Why the fuck would I want to cure this? It's fucking amazing. It's like waking up and finding out you're Superman three days out of the month! Except in this case I had to get used to swapping genitals too, which took a bit."

He nodded and lost himself in thought for a while. She knew what he was pondering, and beat him to it.

"So. You want a bite, tonight?"

"Fuck. Yes."